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he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, 

"marry me, juliet, you'll never have to be alone"

i love you and that's all I really know

i talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

it's a love story

🧡

Everyone knew now.

There'd been hints. Stolen glances. Matching bracelets. That one cursed photo from Singapore 2024 of Lando basically sitting in Oscar's lap during a strategy meeting. But this - this was confirmation.

Because in Monaco, after a chaotic, legendary race, Lando took the win.

Oscar took P3.

And when they were handed their trophies, and the anthem ended, and the champagne had sprayed-

Lando kissed him.

Right there on the podium, in front of the entire grid, the world, the prince of Monaco, and a thousand clicking cameras. Oscar was still damp with champagne, his curls sticking to his forehead, his face flushed with effort and joy and something else entirely.

And Lando kissed him like it was all he'd ever wanted to do.

The crowd screamed.

Somewhere behind them, Charles shouted, "Hey! As his dad, you need my blessing first!"

They all burst out laughing. Even Max looked like he was trying not to grin too wide.

🧡

Back in the McLaren motorhome, the celebrations continued in typical post-race fashion: interviews, champagne, a toast with Zak, then a few pieces of media content.

They filmed a debrief, a thank-you message, and a YouTube challenge: Finish the Lyric.

Lando took it very seriously. He wore a ridiculous cowboy hat he'd found in a box of fan gifts, held a bright pink karaoke mic, and belted out Taylor Swift like he was on tour. Oscar didn't even try to win. Just sat next to him, watching fondly, eyes soft and sparkling.

The video went viral within minutes of going live.

The comments were ruthless:

Oscar's heart eyes should be studied.

Lando flirting, Oscar melting, business as usual.

The gay cowboys have won Monaco, cinema is real.

🧡

The press, naturally, lost their minds.

At the next round of interviews, the questions shifted fast:

You're both championship contenders. Isn't that a conflict of interest?

Have your off-track fights ever affected the car?

Would you break up if one of you left the team?

They didn't answer.

Just shared a look. Oscar rolled his eyes. Lando stared deadpan. Next question.

🧡

Summer break arrived, hot and golden.

After a dramatic Silverstone where Lando took the win and Oscar finished just behind, they spent three full days in bed. Celebrating. Laughing. Making lazy love with the windows open and sunlight spilling over tangled limbs and soft sheets.

On the fourth day, they were curled up on Lando's couch. Some old F1 race was playing in the background. Oscar was half asleep on Lando's chest, their fingers laced together on his stomach.

Then Lando shifted. Sat up.

Oscar blinked at him, confused. "You okay?"

Lando didn't answer. Just slipped out of the room.

Oscar waited thirty seconds before getting up. Curiosity got the better of him.

He padded into the kitchen-

And stopped.

Lando was on one knee.

Ring in hand.

"I know it's not fancy," Lando said quickly. His voice was soft, but steady. "But we've never really been fancy, have we?"

Oscar's breath hitched.

Lando smiled, eyes crinkling, so full of love it hurt to look at.

"You're my favourite person. Even when you steal my chips. Even when you beat me in quali and pretend it was 'just a good lap.' Even when you wear my hoodies and look better in them than I do- which, rude, by the way."

"I've never been this sure about anything. You make everything feel calm and fun and home. And honestly, I'd be an idiot not to ask."

"So here it is: I love you. Like, really love you. Like, want-to-do-life-with-you-and-even-share-my-kinder-bars-with-you kind of love. So, Oscar Piastri—will you marry me?"

Oscar's knees gave out. He dropped to the floor, tears already pouring down his cheeks.

"Yes," he choked. "Yes, of course I will."

Lando's smile bloomed like summer. He slipped the ring onto Oscar's finger - simple, perfect, silver with a papaya stone - and pulled him close, letting him cry into his shoulder.

🧡

The wedding was private.

No press. No announcement.

Just the people that mattered - family, old friends, teammates. Zak gave a speech that made both of them cry. Andrea stood beside them like a proud dad. Max handed over the rings after insisting he would not wear a suit and then showing up in the sharpest tux in the room.

Charles sobbed through most of the ceremony. "Oscar, my son, so young! And now you have a husband, what is this?!"

Everyone laughed.

Lando kissed Oscar like they had all the time in the world.

And they did.

🧡

They never officially told the public.

But Lando posted an Instagram story of a custom suit fitting, tagging a tiny London tailor.

Oscar tweeted:

Papaya's actually a great wedding colour theme. Just saying.

The fans lost their minds.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WEDDING???

Please I am begging for crumbs.

Someone call Zak Brown right now.

🧡

But they didn't owe anyone anything.

They had each other.

And that had always been enough.