agustlove

ao3 thee bttm lando lover slow burn? no, i prefer agonizing burn.

[agustloves]

my lovely AO3

you can call me agust!

18+

autistic + adhd !

she/her

usually, if not always explicit

landoscar and carlando enthusiast!

welcome to my blog!

[agustloves]

hello friends :)) i apologize for the lack of updates on my fics. i promise i am working on it now. i have just been through A LOT since my last updates and things are a bit different now.

however, yes, i’m still alive. and i will be updating and bringing some new fics to life very soon :) ceruse + celibacy new chap soon :))))

[agustloves]

what if kimi antonelli modeled calvin klein jeans?

so i had to make it happen !!

[agustloves]

orange slushies and the open road

landoscar au, cashier!lando trucker!oscar, strangers to lovers, romantic fluff, no archive warnings apply, ongoing!

He placed the hotdog in a greasy paper sleeve and slid it across the counter. Then, almost like an afterthought, he reached behind him, scooped up a plastic cup, and filled it halfway from the slushie machine - bright orange, syrupy, nearly glowing in the fading light. He pushed it forward. “On the house. You look like you could use a little sugar.”

Oscar stared at it. “Didn’t ask for that.”

“I know.” Lando said, unfazed. “Still. It’s yours.”

Oscar didn’t move to take it right away. His brown eyes flicked between the drink and Lando’s face, like he was waiting for the catch. But Lando just shrugged, leaned back against the counter, and smiled with a kind of soft defiance.

“It’s not poisoned.” he added. “Unless you hate orange. Then it’s just cruel.”

A beat passed. Then Oscar took the slushie.

“…Thanks.”

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[agustloves]

ceruse + celibacy | ch. 8

“I’m your prince.” Lando sobbed. “I’m yours.”

Oscar wanted to scream. He wanted to slap him, kiss him, shake him. This wretched, beautiful, manipulative boy - round now with his child, trembling with need and fury - was undoing him.

“You don’t even know what you’re saying.”

“I do!” Lando shouted, and then his voice cracked into something small and breathless. “Please, Oscar. Please. I’ll die if you don’t-if you don’t make me yours again.”

”You were never mine.”

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[agustloves]

ceruse + celibacy | chapter seven

lando norris/oscar piastri, no archive warnings, 45k, royalty au, ongoing

“Do you think they will see through it, Oscar?” he whispers.

“That I am only a boy, terrified, in a pretty robe?”

Oscar’s eyes soften. He bows his head as he helps with the final touches - slipping on the soft slippers, straightening the chain around Lando’s throat.

“Let them look all they wish, my prince. You are more than they can ever understand.”

A distant bell tolls, shattering the spell.

Oscar steps back.

“They are calling for you.”

Lando inhales, gathering what composure he can, and stands, tall as he is able.

He gives Oscar a lingering look - a silent plea, a question, a thank you. Then, with the grace of one who has lived too long under watchful eyes, Lando moves to the door. The day, and his fate, await.

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[agustloves]

ceruse + celibacy | chapter five

lando norris/oscar piastri, no archive warnings, 28k, royalty au, ongoing

Oscar enters. He walks slowly. Stops by the foot of the bed, not daring to sit. Lando doesn’t look at him. Oscar stares at the bruised face, the twisted sheets, the trembling hands. And for the first time since that night - he feels it.

The guilt.

The weight.

Not of passion. But of what he’s done.

He had wanted control. He had wanted to show Lando what it meant to submit. To fall. But he never meant to place his head beneath the axe.

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[agustloves]

ceruse + celibacy | chapter four

lando norris/oscar piastri , 22k , ongoing , royalty!au

Oscar drew back only slightly, just enough to rest his forehead against Lando’s, his breath unsteady. “Still afraid?” he murmured.

Lando’s voice trembled. “Yes… but not of you.” Oscar closed his eyes. And in that moment, there was no wedding, no court, no queen.

Just the prince, the servant, and the impossible space between them..slowly being closed with every whispered breath.

Lando’s lashes fluttered as the warmth of the kiss faded from his lips, replaced by a tense silence. His fingers still rested on Oscar’s arm, though his grip loosened. He tilted his head slightly, just enough to look down his nose at Oscar, the usual coldness creeping back into his expression.. his shield. His defense.

“That was… tolerable,” he muttered, breath uneven despite the words. “For a servant.”

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[agustloves]

three’s a crowd

lando norris/oscar piastri/carlos sainz ❗️

explicit, 4.9k, no archive warnings, threesome au, camboy!lando, married!carcar

"Holy shit..." Oscar mutters, staring at Lando's pictures. Despite his anger, he can't deny how attractive Lando is. Oscar's jaw clenches as an idea forms in his mind. He turns to Carlos, his voice serious. "You know what?"

"I think it's time we invite this Lando guy over." Oscar says calmly, his eyes never leaving Carlos's face. "For a threesome. To 'blow off steam', as you put it." He stands up, his movements purposeful. "I'll message him right now."

Carlos jumps.

Ignoring Carlos's protests, Oscar pulls out his phone and searches for Lando's profile. He finds his direct message button and starts typing: "Hey Lando, it's Oscar... Carlos's.. or as you know him.. CarlosXOXO’s husband. We need to talk. Can you come over tonight?"

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[landotism]

#okay

[09ausgp]

he’s got that >:3 in him

[agustloves]

iq merchant

lando norris/max fewtrell, explicit, 3.2k, one shot, bimbo hypnosis fic

“Fuck, Lando. Are you drunk?” Max yells. It’s 12PM. If he was drunk, that would be absolutely bizarre. But sometimes Lando did shit like that. But this was weird. Strange.

Max hears Lando's laugh again, high-pitched and carefree. "Nooo," Lando responds slowly, "Just watch... video..." his mind is foggy, his thought patterns simplified. He's playing with his hair again, twirling it around his finger.

”Mate what?” Max says, now getting up and walking towards Lando’s room, the door closed. “I’m gonna come in whether you like it or not, just tell me why the fuck you sound like that Lando?”

Lando doesn't bother moving from his spot on the bed. Instead, he just stares blankly ahead, transfixed by the hypnotic video still playing. As Max enters, Lando just giggles, hair now messy from all the twirling. "Mhmhmm,'m fine..."

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[agustloves]

Aaaaa wait did you delete ur lando hypnotism fic :(((( before I had a chance to download it :(((

it’s going back up !!!! sorry 😭 i had an issue uploading

[agustloves]

ceruse + celibacy | chapter 3

lando norris/oscar piastri, explicit, no archive warnings apply, enemies to lovers, !historical au

“My hands are not that tired today, my dear Oscar. I appreciate your.. gesture.” Lando says more gently now, with a ghost of a smile on his lips. “M-Mhm.” Oscar bows his head quickly, grabbing the silk glove and sliding it on.

‘Don’t touch the skin tenderly. Don’t touch the skin tenderly. Those are the hands in which deliver a slap to your cheek if you make human error.’

Oscar slides the final glove into Lando’s right hand. Lando lifts his hand up, expecting a kiss on the back of his hand now. A simple gesture Oscar did daily. Nothing strange, just a display of his devotion for the prince. His devotion. How sickly.

Lando need no devotion, Lando needed to be humbled. Lando had an attitude problem. But that scumbag Jenson, wouldn’t be the one to fix it.

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[reminiscenses]

sempiternus | lando/oscar | 2/2 | 15k | rated M

“I love you,” she admits, quietly. “But I need more than this. I need to be with someone who actually sees me.” He feels like he's free-falling into the abyss. “What are you saying?” he asks, a little delirious. Oscar swallows, blinking rapidly, and then—softly, painfully—she says it. “I’m done.”

tags: girl oscar, breaking up & making up, alternate universe - not racing drivers (formula 1 rpf), light angst, rule 63.

[agustloves]

new ceruse + celibacy chapter!!!!

soooooo happy for this. i am in love already.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63428038/chapters/162513673

[oopslandiia]

EMERGENCE [AO3]

landoscar | pwp (with sprinkles of fluff) 3,3k words

after the aus gp, soft dom/sub, praise kink, lots of champagne

Lando doesn’t know how long they sit there in the darkness until there is a knock on the door, Tom‘s voice coming through the thin wood. “Debrief in five, boys.“

“I will leave you too it, yeah? Chin up. Don’t let them see that you’re struggling. They wait for something like this.”

For a moment, Landos fingers curl around Oscars biceps. Softly pressing into the hot skin, almost like a promise. A promise to be there. To let Oscar know he isn’t alone. We‘re going to grow old together - Oscar’s words now hitting much harder then before. In for the long run, trough the ups and downs.

Then he gets up, leaves Oscar on his own to catch a breath before the debrief. Unlocks his phone to check a few messages, opens his burner account - landoscartruther814 - to scroll trough Twitter. Finds people fighting MF and much worse, using the clip McLaren posted from him and Oscar at the drivers to talk nonsense. Fucking keyboard warriors. Sometimes he almost feels a little bit ashamed that people like this call themselves his fans. So he spits out a few mean comments, before Alex and Qas approach him.