The Duality Of Mr Piastri

I fear the Gax podium backshots have altered my brain chemistry

Not Nico Rosberg saying that he's been to Flavio Briatore's bedroom on live tv.

Max Verstappen and Oscar Piastri on the podium during the F1 Grand Prix of Emilia-Romagna @ Mark Thompson and Ryan Pierse/Getty Images edited by me

Hey! I love your writing. So varied and so interesting.

Would you consider writing Charles + Oscar (choscar) where Oscar is in love with Charles and pining while Charles doesn't realise? And like maybe Lando flirts with Oscar and Charles gets all possessive? And he's like huh, where did that come from (but Oscar's mine)? HEA ofc!

Thank you ❤️

Hellooo tysm for the sweet compliment <333 and for the prompt! Love me some possessive Charles and oblivious Osc, so i’ll see what i can doooo

//Choscar + lando bein a little shit, rated T and up//

also read on ao3

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All you need is a little push and pull

Lando’s more observant than he’d ever get credit for, so Oscar shouldn’t be surprised when during the idle moments of waiting for the staff to set up cameras and lighting and angles, Lando leans in a bit too close on to Oscar’s face, a shit-eating grin stretching his lips.

“You know you’re so fucking obvious, don’t you?”

Oscar pulls a face. “Huh?”

Lando pulls back only slightly, enough to meet Oscar’s eyes. “Your little crush on Le Chair. You’re not as stone-faced and composed as you think you are, mate.”

The verbal outing of feelings Oscar thought he’d been very good at hiding shakes him to his core. He doesn’t know how to respond, mouth hanging open in dumb shock. Lando’s grin only widens somehow as he pulls back and straightens in his own chair.

He reaches a hand out and pats Oscar on his shoulder, one, twice, then giving a short, painful squeeze that finally gets Oscar to react with a yelp.

“Don’t worry, i’ll help.”

Oscar misses his chance to ask how exactly Lando intends to “help” and what with when the camera begins to roll and they’re forced to dive into another silly challenge of “Who’s more likely to”.

Oscar’s waiting for his turn for the interview, the parade vehicle moving sluggishly through the humid, suffocating wind and the defeaning cheers of thousands of fans. Every driver’s gathered in their own little cliques, and Oscar is too, huddled with Charles, Pierre and Ollie.

He nods along when he deems appropriate, zoning out staring at Charles’ nose, not really hearing what’s being spoken.

He has such a perfect, angular nose. Oscar doesn’t think he’s ever really thought about anyone’s nose before, but with Charles he could wax poetic about every pore on his skin. Okay, he was starting to sound a little creepy, but the sentiment still stands.

Charles glances his way a few times while talking, and Oscar thinks he sees the corners of his bow-shaped lips arch up just a little higher every time they lock gazes. Oscar doesn’t know what expression he’s making, but it must be embarrassing with how gooey and lax he feels.

Charles asks him something, then, and he perks up, gaze flickering over to find Pierre and Ollie locked in conversation together, Charles seemingly forgotten. He tamps down the rush of excitement he feels at having Charles’ undivided attention, opens his mouth to speak when—

“Hey, Osco!” Lando slides in right next to him and grabs Oscar by the waist, pulling him somehow deeper into his side. “Le Chair. Congrats on the P3, mate.”

Oscar fails to hide his befuddlement, frozen in place where Lando pinches the meat of his waist and jerks him closer. Oscar, annoyed, moves a hand as if to poke Lando’s side in hopes of getting the man to peel off him, but stops in his motion when Charles speaks.

He can’t help the way his whole body stands at attention, turning towards Charles whose expression is suddenly unreadable. There’s a smile on his face that doesn’t reach his eyes, that doesn’t curve in a pretty, cattish bow like it did for Oscar just moments ago. He’s looking at Lando, but then his eyes are constantly flickering down to where Lando is gripping Oscar at his waist. Oscar can feel the way Lando’s lynx-paw spreads out onto his side, fingers splaying out and claiming more of his skin.

Oscar, still very fucking confused by Lando’s weird behavior, swallows, mouth dry.

“And you as well, on p5. Good effort, mate.”

Oscar notes the way Charles eyes narrow, tries not to wince at the way Lando’s hand inches downwards.

Lando, what the fuck?!

He wants to turn to Lando and ask him what the fuck he’s doing—quietly, obviously. And he’s about to turn his head and do just that when suddenly his body jerk away from Lando’s hold.

There’s a strong grip around his wrist and his shoulder collides with something soft yet firm, and it takes him too long to collect his bearings and turn his head to see Charles Leclerc, who now had his arm wound around Oscar’s waist.

Charles meets Oscar’s wide eyes with a sheepish grin, a slight tinge of rose colouring his cheeks. “Sorry, i thought i saw an insect flying onto you.”

An insect. Huh. That still didn’t explain why Charles had his fingers splayed on Oscar’s waist, almost glued to Oscar’s back almost–almost…possessively.

“Oh, okay, um,” Oscar wants to jump out the vehicle at the way his voice cracked, the feeling worsened by the way Lando cackled right in front of them.

He snaps his head towards the insufferable Briton, finds Lando’s eyes practically gleaming in amusement as he eyes the state Oscar and Charles are in. Oscar might be imagining the way Charles’ fingers momentarily dig into his side. He suppresses a shiver.

“Cheers, mate.” Lando says to Charles, except his eyes land on Oscar and he flashes him a fucking wink.

When Oscar gets a hold of Lando later, he’s going to—

Lando doesn’t stick around long enough for that thought to finish as he’s sauntering away with too much smug satisfaction rolling off him. Oscar watches as Lando slithers into another clique, sidling up to Carlos who’s talking to George, Alex and Gabriel.

And Oscar—Oscar’s here, practically in Charles’ arms, alone with just him because when the fuck did Pierre and Ollie move away to join Nico and Lewis?

He hears Charles clear his throat, the sound too close to his eardrums, practically vibrating through his skull.

He turns, as much as he can in this position, to look at him. He wonders how they look from the outside—is their position casual and friendly, or do they look as intimate as Oscar suddenly fucking feels.

They stare at each other a beat too long before they both get enough sense to spring away from each other, Charles’ hand falling away limp at his side and the searing heat from his hand lingering on Oscar’s skin like a brand. They don’t make any eye contact, and Oscar feels his heart in his chest cause what was that?

Why would Charles react like—

“Do you want to go for lunch, tomorrow, um, with me?”

Oh.

Oscar looks up so quickly his neck makes a sickening crack but he doesn’t pay it any mind, hyperfocused on the shy little grin on Charles’ face as he peeks at Oscar through his lashes.

Oh God. Oscar’s so fucked.

He’s gonna have to actually thank Lando.

Helloooo apologies for replying to this so late😭😭🙏 i hope you still enjoyed it even thought i didn’t stay completely faithful to the prompt. I loved writing Lando as the little shit he is and i’m always a sucker for possessive Charles and flustered Oscar. This was a fun writing exercise <33 hope you like it prompter!

P.S apologies for any mistakes woops

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