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Lando posts one (1) photo on Instagram and suddenly his entire fandom thinks he’s dating Oscar Piastri.
He’s not.
…Right?- Language:
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04 Jun 2026
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“Jesus Christ,” Lando whispered. “I just told Max Verstappen to fuck off. On camera. In a wedding skirt. To protect my—” He froze, gesturing helplessly at the Aussie still watching him with infuriating calm. “—my husband.”
Oscar raised a single eyebrow. He looked about as hungover as Lando felt, but there was a wry tilt to his mouth.
“Well,” he said flatly. “At least you were committed.”
Alternatively:
Lando Norris went to Vegas to celebrate taking the lead in the WDC. He left with a hangover, a husband, and a skirt.
It's not a PR nightmare if you never sober up.- Language:
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04 Jun 2026
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Young British Twink Gets Destroyed by Hot Big Dick Australian Formula 1 Driver *Not Clickbait* by Anonymous
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15 Apr 2024
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Social media has pretty much always been the cause of his downfall, and this time, Instagram’s algorithm is the perpetrator.
Oscar is a victim of it, having some sort of gay awakening while scrolling mindlessly on his private account—there is no way in hell that he would use his professional, verified account to waste time on social media. He had no idea he even had a thing for men until he came across one pl4yboykitten69. It’s a silly handle, probably one made jokingly before it was discovered that there are far too many thirsty people on the Internet willing to pay exorbitant amounts of money for a cheeky ankle picture.
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25 May 2026
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Lando might be going clinically insane, cursing and fuming and spewing out choice words that'll have his own grandmother rolling in her grave when absolutely no one save for his steering wheel will be able to hear. Still, he smacks his palm down on said steering wheel, horns blaring out.
But then he sees it, that opening right there, and that other lane seems to be faring slightly better. So he yanks on his steering wheel, absolutely floors it—pedal to the metal and all that—attempts to divebomb his way into that gap. He doesn't bother putting on his signal lights, doesn't check his mirrors or he'll hesitate. He’s nosing his way into the lane, he’s got it, he’s there, he’s an amazing driver unlike these terrible useless drivers who shouldn't have even been able to sit behind a wheel—
And then there's a terrible resounding crunch, his whole car frame shuddering from the impact. Lando takes a second to register what that even means, another second to look out the window and see the man floored on the tarmac with his motorbike, and he thinks: shit.
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10 May 2026
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The lecture ended in a century. Lando, still in an off mood, walked to the cafeteria to find Max. Max can't be found in crowds but it seemed like his luck was unlike the British weather today. Only this much. The boxer was seated at a corner by the window, working on something, there was a Redbull beside. Of course.
Lando grabbed the can and chugged half filled liquid down his throat then sat next to the man. “It wasn't beer in my can, for your information.” Max glanced at the moping figure then focused back at his laptop screen. He knew what was coming, whether he asked or not.
“I want to drink gasoline, for your information.”
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Lando isn't sure whether he's fighting himself or his boyfriend.
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10 May 2026