landoscar, magical realism, time travel, rough sequel to three-sixteenths
"Where's Oscinha?”
“Haven't heard that one in a while,” Oscar says, not looking up from his phone.
Lando plasters himself all over Oscar's back. “Where'd you hide the kid?”
Oscar finally gives Lando his full attention, doesn't fight Lando nuzzling into his neck. “First, he's not a kid. Second, why would I even hide him? Third, where would I even hide him?”
“You tell me,” Lando mumbles. “I had a short meeting and then he wasn't in the clinic. Nurses said McLaren staff fetched him.”
“Kim and Mark's probably talking to him. Calming him down.”
“He seemed pretty calm when I saw him. He's you, Osc. Of course he's calm.”
“You saw him from a distance, and he's 17. Nobody was calm when they were 17.”
“I thought you were,” Lando says. He slides into the space in front of Oscar. Their driver rooms weren't meant for this sort of acrobatics, but they make it work. Lando's also grown used to Oscar's magic in close quarters. No suppressor can fully erase magic that sharp.
Lando knows Oscar, knows his magic, and also knows when he's hiding something from him.
Lando pinches Oscar's cheeks and stares into his eyes. Almost gets lost in them, but. “You know where Oscinha is. Why won't you tell me?”
Oscar has the decency to look sheepish. “It was no use, huh?”
“No use at all.”
“Well,” Oscar clears his throat, “he is with Kim and Mark. They're in Andrea's office. He's overwhelmed, and his magic is a bit all over the place. I didn't have good control back then.”
Lando can't imagine a time when Oscar wasn't a textbook example of a responsible magic user. He's loyal to his suppressor, and apart from a few instances, he hasn't seen Oscar's magic get out of hand. “You didn't wear suppressors back then?”
“Whatever got him thrown into the future also messed up his suppressors. He's wearing one of my back-ups, but it isn't calibrated, and there's the whole not-supposed-to-be-here part that's difficult to deal with.”
Lando hums. “Makes sense."
Oscar rubs their hands together, one of his nervous tics. “The team said he's fine, and they also said it'd be best if we're kept apart. Too much tampering.”
Lando understands, as much as he can when he's never remotely experienced anything like this. It's not exactly common for the world to spit out a younger version of yourself right after FP2.
“I can talk to him, if you'd like,” Lando offers, softly. “I can see him, right? I'll check up on him and report back to you.”
Oscar's eyes widen. “You don't have to do that, Lan. I'm sure he's safe, and they'd tell me if anything— if I have to be there.”
“But you're worried. I can feel it.” Lando holds up their joined hands. “See?”
Oscar's worry is clearly etched on his face, and so is his hesitance.
“It's just me, Osc. I won't make fun of him.”
“I know you won't.”
“But?” Lando cares for Oscar. He cares for every version of him, past or present or future.
Oscar tips his head forward, curling into Lando. His voice is small when he says, “He has a crush on you.”
“What?”
“I told them to hide him from you, because he has a crush on you.”
If Lando's maths is right, and his tutors always said he fared better with numbers than with words, then. That would mean. Whoah. “You had a crush on me at 17?”
Did they even know each other that far back? Max had mentioned Oscar in passing, and several journalists asked Lando questions about this young gun in F3, F2, in Alpine reserves, but until Zak plopped him in front of Lando in 2022, he had no clue.
What did Lando look like at 19? Surely not hot enough.
“You had a crush on me at 19?” Lando repeats, unable to fight his giggles. “Osc, that's adorable.”
“It's really not. It was debilitating.”
Translation: Oscar was down bad.
“You told me you wouldn't make fun of him,” Oscar points out, mouth ticking downwards.
“I'm not! I'm honored.”
“You shouldn't be.”
The conversation goes back-and-forth until Jon comes knocking on Oscar's door, looking for them both. “Debrief's in five, and we're checking you both for any side effects caused by the time warp.”
When they step into the hallway, Lando reassures Oscar that everything will be fine. They’re no strangers to weird, powerful magic.
Lando lifts Oscar’s arm and puts it across his own shoulders, velcroing himself to Oscar’s side. Maybe his words won’t do much against Oscar’s spiraling thoughts, but he hopes Oscar feels warm and loved. Because Oscar is— loved. And Lando runs warmer than most people, so that’s a free heater already.
Whatever Lando was about to say next— another proclamation of love or a jab at Oscar’s teenage dreams —dries at his throat. There’s a prickle at the back of his head. Raw magic, leaking out.
He turns around, looking for the source. Just in time to see young Oscar ducking his head, caught. That familiar flush on his face.
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Lando's cursed and has to kiss someone Italian. Good thing Oscar Piastri is his teammate.
this started out as a 100-word drabble or something and turned into a web of magical realism tropes and ideas that won't leave my head. this is the first of them. charles being a menace is now an ongoing theme in my fics.
could we please have ↻ FLIP FLOP for the first kiss scene in three-sixteenths???
thank you dear!!! 💕
- kitty 💕 (aka three-sixteenths’ biggest fan)
for @utopiastri who's really the sweetest!! ask game post here thank you for letting me revisit three-sixteenths in oscar's pov!!
3/16 the first kiss, flip flop
“Uncomfortable?” Lando repeats.
“With my magic. I don't want to make you throw up, or, you know.”
Oscar himself is one wrong move away from throwing up, actually. Yesterday threw him in for a spinner. Every time he blinks, he conjures up the walls of Monaco around him, waiting and waiting.
He hoped to get some rest today, to let his magic stretch over the new place. Nico Rosberg mentioned in an interview once how telekinesis in Monaco is different. Everything's lighter. Oscar wouldn't mind trying it.
But Lando called, and, well. Oscar was already skimming teleportation crash guides in the middle of their call.
Lando and curses is a horrible combination. It's taking everything in Oscar not to panic.
Lando clears his throat. “I asked you to come here so you could probe at it. And I'm not throwing up. Magic reflects the person, right? I answered your call for a reason, and I'm glad I did.”
How can Oscar not panic when Lando just says the sweetest things like it's nothing?
But someone has to be calm between the two of them, and Oscar's not going to pass the responsibility on the person who's cursed.
He rubs at the empty space where his suppressor usually is. Calm down. “I'm glad you answered my call, Lando. I really am.”
Better him than anyone else. If Oscar's right, then—
True Love's Kiss is a powerful spell that has wavered in popularity in recent decades. Most historians agree it is common for any spell to have crests and troughs. This particular case, however, has stumped some of the wisest living magical minds.
Has humanity polluted our world to the point of a Great Spell extinction? Do we even need True Love's Kiss anymore?
Oscar forces a smile, ignoring his thoughts. Not much a textbook can help them with, right?
Lando smiles back. Oscar loosens up.
Maybe it's not True Love's Kiss.
What if it is?
It doesn't have to be. Oscar can just kiss Lando right now. Fix the curse after. Free Lando's wrist. Explain somehow along the way that he like Lando enough to think he'd break True Love's Kiss if it came down to it.
It won't.
Lando's phone vibrates and lights up with a text notification. Oscar barely makes out the name Charlie.
“Aren't you going to read that?” Oscar asks.
Lando shakes his head, still smiling. Dazed. “No, it's probably a stupid notif—” he checks his phone “—fucking finally, Charlie's awake.”
He's mouthing the words as he reads them, something that hasn't escaped Oscar. Cute, of course, but also. The text can't be that long.
Lando sits up straighter. He's re-reading the text. Again and again.
Worry's bubbling up inside Oscar. Unfortunately, his worries have a nasty way of materializing through his magic.
So does Lando's. There's buzzing in the air, like static TV.
He tightens the control on his magic. He won't be of any help to Lando if he's a mess on his own.
After what must've been the 20th re-read, Oscar asks, “What did Charles say?”
“I need to kiss someone Italian. To break the curse, I need to kiss someone Italian.”
Lando all but throws his phone to Oscar for him to check. Charles’ texts confirm Oscar's suspicions, or at least part of it. Being right is such an overrated emotion.
Can TLKs be bound by other conditions apart from the whole yeah you're my one true love? Kiss-curses that aren't TLK are even rarer. Leave it up to the Monaco Grand Prix to attract generational magic users who can randomly cast a kiss-curse.
What if Charles misheard it? Misunderstood. Mistranslated.
What if he didn't?
“I hoped it would be different,” Oscar starts. “Not that you'll have a hard time finding someone Italian to kiss, no, but uh, Sophie will have our heads. Because it'll cause a riot, maybe. Then they'll resurrect us so Sophie can have our heads again.”
Please let the floor swallow Oscar whole.
“Thanks, I guess?” Lando says, and his face is so open, you can see every single emotion he's feeling right now.
Oscar wonders if Lando can read him the same way. Like how he's no longer surprised when Oscar sticks close to him in public, anticipates it. Leaves a little bit of space for Oscar to slide through. It's the type of understanding and clarity Oscar's always wanted.
“You know, I'm 3/16 Italian,” Oscar blurts out.
Lando half-splutters, half-laughs. “You don't have to cheer me up, Osc."
“I didn't say it to just cheer you up. I'm here to help. That's why I'm here, yeah?”
For the first time since coming here— which is the first time he's ever been in Lando's apartment and everything is Lando Lando Lando —Oscar's mind is clear.
“Reckon it'll work?”
“Won't know if we won't try."
Oscar can still backtrack. He can salvage the threads of their professional relationship. Nevermind that their professionalism has turned into Lando practically sitting on his lap during meetings because his seat doesn't “seat right”.
But Lando's beaming. “Sure. Let's do it.”
Huh. It can't be that easy. It can only be that easy if Lando likes Oscar back. He doesn't. Probably. “Oh, okay.”
Nothing happens. Is it up to Oscar? Well, Lando's handcuffed to his bed, so. Oscar needs to, good God. Oscar needs to.
“Do you think it's supposed to be, like…” Oscar took three magic-related electives and none of them talked about breaking possible kiss-curses.
“Kiss on the mouth?” Lando’s smile grows even wider. Does he? Like Oscar back? “You're the magic nerd here.”
“I'm really not.”
“Go big or go home,” Lando says.
Suddenly Lando hooks a finger on Oscar's collar and pulls him closer. Oscar kneels in front of Lando, one of his legs bracketed by Lando's thighs. Lando's pretty like this, looking up at Oscar.
Oscar touches Lando's cheek. “This okay?” he murmurs.
Lando closes his eyes and leans into his touch. Nods.
Oscar presses a soft kiss on Lando's mouth. The buzzing's gone, has been for a long time, maybe.
He pulls back just the slightest, but Lando's kissing him. Oscar is reeled right back in, deeper this time. Lando holds him by his waist. Gentle but secure.
Oscar's dreamt of this before, but those didn't. Get the details correct. Lando's sighs. His taste. His magic.
Fuck, Oscar's own magic. He can feel it slipping out of his control.
Lando parts open his mouth, a permission for Oscar to take. How much can Oscar take? How much is he willing to take?
There's a clicking sound and a wash of strange magic, bursting then fading away.
The handcuffs. Oscar almost forgot about that.
They move apart, which is a bit hard with Lando's fingers curled up in his shirt.
The curse leaves behind a cloud of gold and green glitter. A few specks land on Lando's nose then melt off.
“I'll call you first if I ever get cursed again,” Lando says, laughing. There's a halo surrounding his head. Oscar's magic.
“I'm 1/16 Chinese.” He returns to his spot at the foot of the bed. “Call me even if you're not cursed?”
“Don't jinx it, mate.”
Oscar's not going to jinx it. No hexes or curses or any love spells, either. He doesn't trust his magic to not influence Lando. He puts his suppressor on, and it sucks the fucking air out of the room.
“Sorry,” he tells Lando. “It's, I've got my suppressor back on.”
“Yeah, why?”
“Broke the curse already, didn't we?”
Lando tilts his head, assessing. “We did.”
What do they do now?
Lando takes the lead, as he usually does. “Want lunch? I'll reserve us a spot, so don't leave. Give me, like, 15.”
As if Oscar would ever say no to lunch with Lando. “I'd like that, sure. Let's get lunch.”
If it hadn't been a kiss-curse, they would've probably kissed some more. Oscar tries not to be too hung up about it.
hii!!! oscinha is the long version of this little drabble where teen oscar (affectionately called oscinha) is suddenly transported into 2026, and totally freaks (?) out about the landoscar of it all.
it's supposed to be, like, the 4th installment in the 3/16 universe but i've written more for it than the 3rd one (or even the 2nd one).
while the basic plot's been covered by the wip, i want to expand it further and get some more of the magicky stuff about it. and also some more references to the currently non-existent 3/16 sequels. AND ALSO SOME OSCINHA SCREENTIME.
i think what i truly want to explore more here is this young osc (oscinha), and what lando sees in him, through him. a future teammate, partner, championship rival. or. someone else entirely if they end up breaking the time-space continuum.
some bullet points i threw up:
“I'm sorry, by the way, with what happened earlier. I think it's my fault. Oscar, your older self, said they were hiding me from you and I don't know. I didn't take it seriously.”
“It wasn't just you.”
“What?”
“It was seeing me. With you. Him, in a McLaren racing suit.”
Be careful with tampering with his reality too much.
Young Oscar, for all his freak weather event out there, is calm. His magic's tightly wound up, like it's taking everything in him not to release it.
He's exactly how Lando imagined Oscar would be at that age— ambitious, sure of himself and only of himself.
Somewhere between Mr. Piastri and Oscuh, or a name holds meanings and Oscar's name is one of Lando's favorite ways to communicate.
Outsiders’ perspectives on the McLaren duo.
🥞 got love-struck, went straight to my head
Lando/Oscar, T, 11K
mutual pining, lando crushes hard
Maybe Lando will pull a Carlos in the future, crash into Oscar's new teammate every chance he gets.
Lando has no idea how whipped he is for Oscar. Won't even admit he is whipped.
Bear with him, please.
🧑🏻❤️🧑🏽 no proof, not much (but you saw enough)
Lando/Oscar, T, 3.5K
magical realism
A soul bond is like any other type of magic; you can buy it in a bottle. Or, to be more precise, you can manufacture it.
Oscar and Lando are accused of having an illegal soul bond.
💜 oscar piastri's guide to breaking the internet
Lando/Oscar, T, 4.5K
prema boys, sharing clothes
Featuring: a challenge on who will break the internet the fastest, Prema boys, Oscar's confusion, long-distance phone calls, being young, stealing hoodies, and Lando's weirdly helpful antics.
📱 love you, bye
Lando/Oscar, T, 1.7K
social media au, relationship reveal
𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 | 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 ‘𝟮𝟰
@quadrantnondriverau
the video won't load for me i’m getting fomo please someone describe it for me what is happening
> 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮 @childofdivorce644
lando was streaming and someone called him. we don't know who's on the other line but lando ended the call with “i love you, bye”
🏡for keeps
Lando/Oscar, T, 8.7K
spy au, domestic, unreliable narrator
“I had some compelling evidence and you just laughed in my face.”
“You can't call Seb wearing a turtleneck ‘compelling evidence’, Lando.”
Lando and Oscar's neighbours are international spies, or so Lando tells Oscar. They're just two normal guys, though. Just Lando-and-Oscar.
👻h(a)unted you down
Lando/Oscar, T, 3.9K
magical realism, ghosts, pining
“Are you sure you're haunted?”
A laugh rings out beside Lando. He didn't hear the joke, but he knows the punchline.
“Yes,” Lando answers.
Or, there's a ghost named Osc that haunts the halls of MTC. Only Lando can see him.
🚪 just to be mean
Max F/Oscar, Lando/Oscar, T, 2.1K
max f pov, jealousy
From the outside looking in (which isn't the best perspective to judge from, Max admits), Lando and Oscar communicate exclusively via race data and high-pitched giggles. Oscar has this way of laughing that's funnier than the actual joke. Max would know because, well, because Max used to be the one who cracked the jokes.
📸 scenes from a social media admin
Lando/Oscar, T, 3.7k
smau, pr!lando, crack
> 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘃𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝘀 @birthdaybars
is your job hard?
>> 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀 @/lnorris
Sure it is! But nothing compared to the work in the factory and at the track. I’m usually just at the side
>>> 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘃𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝘀 @birthdaybars
ADMIN DON'T YOU DARE PUT YOURSELF DOWN FAN INTERACTIONS KEEP THE LIGHTS ON AT MTC
>>>> 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀 @/lnorris
haha don't think that's how it works but appreciate it!
👀 jealousy⁴
Lando/Oscar, T, 3.9K
jealousy lol
Oscar said something about Arthur, half-asleep. Oscar never said anything about Max. That can't be possible.
Or, jealousy can take many forms. Lando Norris encounters four of them.
😘 three-sixteenths
Lando/Oscar, T, 4.3K
magical realism, kiss curses
Lando's cursed and has to kiss someone Italian. Good thing Oscar Piastri is his teammate.
🌅 displacement
Lando/Oscar, T, 10.6k
magical realism, mild horror, angst with a happy ending
Lando’s not an anomaly. Of this, Oscar is certain.
He’s everywhere– fluorescent green and the number four, those squiggly shapes he introduced this year. Anomalies are the opposite. They crave unoccupied spaces they can take as their own, without any complications, without people noticing them.
How can anyone, anything, not notice Lando Norris?
Or, it’s 2024, and McLaren’s quick. Oscar suffers. Lando holds his hand.
🎄heater and ac machine
Lando/Oscar, T, 1.1k
magical realism, mild holiday fic, fluff
“Is it true? That you're a heater?”
Oscar's mind beeps and boops, blanking out. He's been through every version of this conversation, it seems like, since his powers manifested.
But it's Lando asking. His new teammate.
Or, three Decembers in Lando and Oscar's shared history.
🤖 the injury of finally knowing you
Lando/Oscar, T, 5.9k, Pacific Rim AU
The last time Oscar and Lando saw each other, Lando threw a plate at his head and screamed, “Just because you're in my head doesn't mean you know me. You're not my friend, so don't fucking act like it.”
Fair, Oscar thought then. He and Lando aren't friends, but they're co-pilots. That trumps everything else.
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just wanted to preface by saying I love your writing and enjoy reading all your fics!! I want to know about all the wips in the wip game, so please use this ask as a “wildcard” to talk about a wip that hasn’t been asked about or one that you’re particularly hyped about! keep us hungry plebians fed 🤲
thank you anon for this wildcard!!!!! full wip list
i'll take this opportunity to talk about the wip that i'm most likely to finish within the month— three-sixteenths
title: in reference to this wonderful tweet by mr. worldwide himself
plot: magical realism (i'm like in a serious relationship with magical realism. we're working our way into engagement), lando gets cursed and he has to kiss someone italian. you know where this is going.
snippets:
What kind of handcuffs shimmer? The handcuffs make his skin tingle in a way only magical objects can.
Magic.
“No, no, no,” Lando groans.
Bits and pieces of last night surface in his mind. Team celebrations, laughing at Carlos dancing to 80's songs. Congratulating Oscar on his first podium of the season. Fighting with an Italian crowd, who were high off of a Ferrari double podium and probably high, too. Lando might have given them the middle finger. Usual shit.
Okay, so Lando might have implied to Jon that he had plans to take Oscar home. It was a harmless joke made three or four drinks into the night. Lando wanted to assure Jon he’d go home safely, and what’s more assuring than Mr. Oscar Piastri?
Lando didn’t go home safely, turns out. He glares at the handcuffs. He also didn’t go home with Oscar.
fun fact: i wrote the ending before everything else. i'm making my way to the ending, which is harder than i thought. this one's gunning to be part of a series. i don't know how big or small the series is, but i have ideas
