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I can't trust my friends ('cause he's what everybody chases) by Liraelearil
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
16 Feb 2026
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The 2025 rookies take it upon themselves to find Max a mate. After watching their failed matchmaking attempts from a distance, Oscar takes matters into his own hands.
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Suddenly, Oscar is reminded of a tale his mother once told him, back when he used to fall asleep in her embrace. A myth of the goddess Aphrodite, whose beauty was so serene that she was forcefully wedded to an unattractive, unassuming god, just to prevent a divine war over her hand.
He looks at Max again, at his soft lips and softer blond hair, the circlet looking like a halo: an omega who could have the greatest alpha. Wedded to Oscar instead.Or:
Oscar has always been an unassertive alpha - Calm. Quiet. Kind. Not at all what a future king should. The solution? A marriage to a stronger kingdom, of course.
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puppy love (a dog wil always wait for you to come home) by verstppns (eqyptiangold)
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
17 Feb 2026
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Big Oscar — normal Oscar — was careful with his crush. He swallowed it. Hid it in polite smiles and lingering glances. He told himself that things were already complicated enough. He did not need to add romantic longing to the mix.
Little Oscar did not care about any of that.
Little Oscar was in love.
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22 Feb 2026
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Max notices it first on a Thursday.
Not because anything about Oscar usually draws attention — he’s quiet, reliable, neat, the sort of person who folds his race suit properly after every session — but because lately, he’s been hovering. Not in an annoying way, just… there. Always within a few feet. Always pretending to be busy with something that doesn’t need doing.
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21 Jan 2026
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It was harmless chatter—until Lando, without any warning, said, “Yeah, and then Max left to hook up with some omega, right? Anyway, we—”
Oscar nearly dropped his drink. “What?” His voice cracked through the space like a whip.
Lando blinked, caught mid-gesture. “Uh—what?”
“What did you just say?” Oscar’s pulse was roaring in his ears. His voice came out in an undignified squeak as he asked, “Max dates omegas?”
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21 Jan 2026