wanting the sea

Xana // 24 // Demi // She/Her // NZ

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it’s not jealously (most days of the week)

Chapter Four | 46.2k words

“So. Lando Norris huh?”

Oscar doesn’t look up, continues to pick away at the bowl of pasta before him. “What about him?”

“Don’t give me that.” Lily huffs as with a shrill shriek, she pulls the chair out directly opposite where Oscar is seated and gracefully takes up position across from him. Eyes intent on studying his face. “You’re going around collected F1 drivers now? At least they’re world champions, got to commend your taste.”

Oscar snorts, flicks his gaze between her and the pasta, “Yeah was entirely my intention.” He replies sarcastically.

It seems a divine tragedy that the man Oscar Piastri first forms a crush on in his adult life is a raging playboy. Who, to his public knowledge - though against his intellectual judgement – is straight.

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Fandom etiquette exists for a REASON. There are real people behind these fics who spend countless hours working to put something out into the world for other people to enjoy. It is basic human decency that you respect their wishes and keep RPF away from the real life people involved.

I am so sorry this has happened to Rose - who has been such a wonderful person throughout and brought so many people joy. It’s really devastating seeing someone feel ousted from a fandom they love and support when they’ve given us readers so much. Wishing them all the best <3

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it’s not jealously (most days of the week)

Chapter III | 35.8k words

“It’s not why you’re here is it? Because you’re trying to learn something about Max through me?”

He startles, nearly dropping the mugs into the sink as he spins to face Oscar, “No! No course not, you’re my friend. Us being friends has nothing to do with Max.”

Oscar nods though doesn’t look entirely convinced. “It’s ok Lando, if that was part of it at some point.”

“No Osc,” He steps into Oscar’s space, unsure how far into this he’s willing to lean, “I’m sorry, that’s not how I’ve wanted to make you feel. I haven’t spent all this time with you, or wanted to know you because of Max, I swear. You’re… well, someone special.”

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[evilgustofwind]

they're together now! 💝

read zero cycle & its sequel a life in the sun on ao3!

credit of course, as always, to elmocracy on tiktok!

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[leepacey]

It has been remarked by some that hobbits' only real passion is for food. A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the brewing of ales and the smoking of pipeweed. But where our hearts truly lie is in peace, and quiet, and good tilled earth — for all hobbits share a love of things that grow.

[avxanadu]

Against seemingly all odds - I secured a place in the Hobbiton Halfling Marathon for 2027!! Registration really was that stressful but after three years of trying, I’m IN! Unless I find myself going back before the race, it will be the ninth Hobbiton visit in three years 👌

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it’s not jealously (most days of the week)

Chapter Two:

He feels it then. The presence behind him. Not unlike how he’d been stood over Lando, the man has crowded into the space behind him. The scent of his cologne hits Oscar as it had done earlier. Lando talks him through the remainder of the lap. Voice low and confident throughout, fully encapsulated by the task at hand. It feels like instinct to follow the soothing baritones of his voice, the ebb and flow of his remarks as he winds his way through the digital circuit.

On his second lap, he falters in the braking zone into turn one again. “I’m gonna give you this one just because I’m feeling generous.” Lando says, one hand braced on the headrest as he leans forward so that he speaks near to the side of his head.

“How gracious of you.” Oscar breathes in reply.

Focus intent on the display, ignoring the presence weighing in at his side.

He begins his first flying lap a minute later. Lando is silent beside him though he thinks he catches the moment when his fingers flex into the material of the headrest as he brakes overly late into turn five and nearly goes crashing head first into the barrier. Wouldn’t want that. A faint trickle of sound at the motion reaches him. He continues.

His second flying lap goes better though he’s a solid five and a half seconds off Lando’s time.

“Honestly, not bad.”

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Recognition swarms over Dani’s gaze as they clasp hands, his eyes lighting up somewhat in real time. “And you’re Lando Norris.”

He smiles his most practised media trained smile, “That’s me.”

“Not here to steal our Oscar to the dark side are you?” He turns to address the other man, “Can’t imagine you in orange mate.”

“Papaya.” Lando and the man, Oscar apparently, say together.

Dani stares a moment, “Right, right, of course. Well anyway, sorry to say I think you’re too late for the recruitment tactic, Max has already locked this man down.”

“Dani.” The man says with a slightly cautionary tone but Dani barrels on.

“Verstappen and Piastri out to terrorize us all on track together.”

It’s only then that Lando catches the signage stitched into the high ceiling of the garage.

Verstappen Racing.

Because of course, even in his own home country he can’t escape the man. Has wandered right into his racing teams’ garage at Goodwood and stood before his GT3 drivers. One of which is…

“Oscar. Piastri. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” The man, Oscar Piastri, catches his gaze, a hint of perhaps guilt for leading Lando on earlier evident in his stare.

Lando freezes for a moment as he comes to terms with it. The realization that he’s speaking with Verstappen’s newest driver, a driver that is arguably one of the most talented, successful GT3 and endurance drivers on the worldwide circuit.

And worst of all - Lando hadn’t recognized him one bit.

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“Racing in an AMG though ain’t he? Bet Toto’s thrilled, finally snagged Max to the dark side at least in one racing category.”

“Mate, it ain’t even just that, you’ll never guess who he’s managed to snag to his driver line up.”

“Who?”

“Oscar Piastri.”

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Or. Max Verstappen enters the 24 hour of Nürburgring. Oscar Piastri, champion GT3 racing driver, drives for Verstappen racing. All of the above is a problem for Lando Norris.

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The camera shifts again and for a moment Lando sees more surfboard than ocean. “Hold on for a second. I need to–” Then the entire image jolts violently. For an instant, Lando is convinced Oscar has dropped his phone into the ocean as blue suddenly floods the screen, followed by the greenish-yellow of the surfboard, a flash of sky, and then– Thighs.  Encased in a wetsuit, spread on either side of the board where Oscar is balancing himself, firmly anchored against the movement of the water. Big thighs, too. Strong thighs. The sort that fit the broad shoulders and powerful build Lando already knows about. For one brief, deeply unfortunate moment, his imagination supplies an image entirely unprompted: he imagines those thighs on either side of his own legs, pushing in on him, folding in around him. The thought arrives so suddenly that it almost steals the air from his lungs. The only reason he doesn't immediately turn his facecam off again is because he knows he has to overplay it. Pretend everything is normal. “Wave got you?” he asks eventually, once he trusts his voice to emerge sounding remotely human. Unfortunately, Oscar chooses that exact moment to turn the camera off. Lando follows suit almost immediately, finally allowing himself to bury his face in one of the sofa cushions while he attempts to recover what little remains of his dignity.

ZERO CYCLE, CHAPTER 3: Tournament/Fortress – fanart by elmocracy

[everybidenjusthavegoodtime]

give a man a guitar and he’ll play for a day, teach a man guitar and today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you

I swear to God I am so tired of this meme. You guys need to leave Wonderwall alone, seriously by now you should’ve somehow realized what you gotta do

[hannah-the-lion-deactivated2023]

my friend asked if i was gonna stop laughing at wonderwall jokes.

i said maybe

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[artist173]

zero cycle for @evilgustofwind

aka streamer!landoscar part 2 lets goo (pt1 here)

[twopoppies]

On a lighter Zouis note atm - was watching Max Verstappen’s team Twitch of the NLS GT3 race at Nürburgring in Germany just now and Crane (commentator) reads a comment that Louis and Zayn from 1D ‘broke up’, immediately with full seriousness Crane goes - ‘oh no, didn’t realise those two were together, my commiserations. Were they married?’ Someone jokingly replies, oh yeah they had 3 children and Crane read it aloud saying how he hoped everyone was going to be ok with the divorce 😂

🤣🤣🤣🤣

I’m picturing Harry in that “I mean, you coulda told me” moment.

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[xfallenintoanabyssx]

“you only like f1 for the hot drivers”

*glances at my phone with 15 different tabs opened to ao3 formula 1 rpf fanfics*

“um, sure, let’s go with that”