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i just need you to know that all of these ~water adventure oscar~ photos have me thirsting for a salt skin part 2. maybe he and lando decide to take to the sea ? i don’t know. i’m just spit balling. and this is ZERO pressure! i just wanted you to know im thinking of you and your boys! (plus my fave photo from the set!!)
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this photo was intense immediate salt skin vibes for me! the concerned look on his face, the clutching hand on the towel, the person captivating him off camera.
i haven't done much meta around them because that fic still feels a bit sacred - i wrote it all in one sitting, more or less, and felt a bit like i'd been drowned in the ocean/dehydrated on a rock when i finally stood up off the sofa.
i've always thought that afterwards, lando would become oscar's very curious, slightly violent wag, flitting all ethereal around the paddock charming people then threatening to rip their throats out if they so much as hinted a threat at oscar. everyone would know there was something weird about him, they could just never really guess what. except for maybe zak brown lol still don't ask me what i was getting at with that weird hint of a side plot.
anyway here's a little 900 word snapshot of their morning before this picture would have been taken in the saltskin universe!
tw for them being bloodthirsty sirens and also displaying slightly coercive behaviour!!!
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“Are you going to put SPF on?”
Oscar hangs back against the bathroom door, rubbing a stubborn patch of lotion into the dry skin at the side of his nose. On the floor, Lando is rooting under the bed for something, his naked arse pointing Oscar’s direction. It still gets him, even now, how weirdly Lando moves his human body, whipping around slightly too fast, fixing Oscar with a stare that’s a little ethereal. 
“I’m a merman, Oscar. I don’t need frickin’ SPF.”
”Were.” Oscar emphasises with his hands, chucking the tube onto the floor next to Lando. He flinches from it like Oscar’s thrown a grenade, or a fishing line. “You were a merman, and now you’re not, so…”
He points out the window to the baking hot sun. It’s a free weekend in Monaco, time to take the boat out into the furthest reaches of the bay so Lando can dive under the water for longer than it should be possible to hold his breath. 
“SPF.”
Lando grimaces, poking at the tube with his foot, trying to roll it under the bed to its final resting place next to whatever he’d been looking for. He treats the underneath of the bed like a cave, hoarding things there. It’s fine, and Oscar doesn’t mind, until it’s something important, like his passport, or the car keys. 
”Lando, don’t make me do it.”
Oscar turns back to the bathroom mirror, sighing when he realises he’s still got a glob of white on his nose. He pauses, listening for the squelch of cream on soft skin, but it doesn’t come.
”Lando,” he starts, and he hears a groan as his voice curls out of the bathroom, tantalisingly soft as it creeps away from him. Oscar has learnt how to control it, how to target the power towards a person, or an object. It’s not the only reason there’s trophies on his shelves and a different coloured team wear in his wardrobe, but it’s one of the biggest. “Put on the sunscreen.”
He hears the cap pop, the heavy weight of Lando’s footsteps as he comes closer, standing naked in the doorway squirting it on his chest. It’d be hot, if it weren’t for the scowl.
”I hate you,” Lando spits, tongue more pointed than usual, the tops of his ears going red like they want to spike, fighting the siren rage.
Maybe it’s hot because of the scowl.
Oscar only smiles, wrapping an arm around his stomach and holding him against the door frame, fingers working some of the cream into the scarred skin that used to be gills, shiny silvery purple like stretch marks. When he comes to a stop, he looks at his hand, pale against the tan of Lando’s skin. Ever since he came out of the ocean, he’s had webbing at the base of his fingers. Not enough to be noticeable unless you really look. Take it in alongside his slightly lighter eyes, and his sharper fingernails. Surface changes to the eye, but rooted far deeper than that, somewhere in Oscar’s DNA.
”No, you don’t,” Oscar whispers, and he doesn’t need to use his powers for this, needs nothing more than the press of his lips against the side of Lando’s face, where he’s finally starting to grow something that looks like facial hair. “You love me.”
Lando squirms, but Oscar has the upper hand. More strength in his thighs, more defined muscles in his chest. He’s not fighting a monster now. He is one.
”Don’t.”
Oscar smiles, twisting Lando so their faces are pressed so close he can smell the salt on Lando’s breath. Strong like he’s been swilling sea water, even after he’s brushed his teeth.
”You do, you love me,” Oscar insists, and Lando shakes his head. Oscar rests his fingers along Lando’s scars again, scraping the pointy bits of his nails along the soft, new skin until Lando shivers, whimpering, pleading. Tame. “You wished for me.”
Lando grabs Oscar’s arm, wraps his strong, long fingers around his wrist and tugs, heaving breaths like he’s just gulped down a lungful of water. 
“You did,” Oscar insists, the hand Lando didn’t grab scratching deeper, until the scars start to pinken. It turns Lando on, every time, still sensitive with an erogenous zone unique only to him. “Say it.”
”I wished for you,” Lando blurts, and Oscar lets go, stepping back out of his space triumphantly. Still, Lando reaches for him, sliding his hands under Oscar’s t-shirt, feeling the muscles, pulling him close. His voice is softer, when he speaks again, more like the boy who dazzled him in the water, tempted him close to death. “You know I wished for you.”
Oscar kisses Lando’s forehead, holds him as he rests against his chest, so much skin on display, so much vulnerability. He can tell the moment it takes them both, remembering how lonely they were, how much they loathed the absence of this, even when they didn’t know what this was. 
“I know,” Oscar whispers, letting his hand fall to the curve of Lando’s waist, and the small ridge where his tail used to start, the one you can feel if you know where to touch. Eczema, Oscar has taught Lando to claim, if anyone asks why his skin looks like the surface of a rock, weathered by a storm. “I know.”
They stay that way until the SPF starts to dry, tacky, on Lando’s skin and Oscar has to push him away before they’re bound by more than just the sea.
”Put some clothes on, Lando,” Oscar says, brushing past him to leave for the kitchen, pack a cool box with raw meat they don’t eat anywhere but home, the boat and any restaurant with carpaccio on the menu. “The boat’s not going to sail itself.”
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https://x.com/landoullet/status/1791879622298108175?s=46&t=WKibynk6Vod6hoshyraBnQ
I don’t know if this is real, fake, old or edited but I am fucking FERAL with it. He would suit a little mullet vibe so so well 😭😭 he’s so happy to be a mid twenties spice boy in every other area why isn’t he on board with the mullets???
i feel like it’s an edit but GOD yes, i would go feral for a mullet on him. pair it with the tie dye tank top he wore in Bali and we’re really onto something anon 👀
trying to explain to oscar it’s actually cool and stuff when mr doesn’t own a comb laughs at him for it like he’s one to talk. decides it IS actually pretty cool three hours later when he’s tugging it as lando goes down on him. it’s a VISION ✨
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I fear George might be girlbossing too close to the sun
i think you're very justified in that fear, anon.
silly season antics currently pretty boring for lando and oscar, but for almost everyone else in the main cast... oof.
this is one of those where i'd like to plan something to go a bit further with george's complete self-destruction of her own relationship decision to make sure alex doesn't come to merc, but i really need to know who is going to merc before i can commit.
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Interested to see if Alex staying at Williams means she found out about George’s contract in the Girls Just Wanna universe?? Or if George just swerved that one no consequences and is eternally mentally indebted to James Vowles
And yes I am so brain rotted over your fic I’m thinking of the fictional consequences of real life events ✨
oh anon you are not the only brain rotted one! when i saw the news one of the first things i said to @goingxmissing was about girl!george's dodgy contract dealings.
i always intended that alex would find out about it somehow, unfortunately i don't think messing with someone's career is the kind of secret you can just keep forever with no consequences.
i could see alex telling george she's decided not to keep pushing for merc, to sign another contract with williams, needs to give them her faith like lando did to mclaren. all for george to say 'oh thank god noodle, now it doesn't even matter that i asked toto not to sign you'. foot. it. meet georgina russell.
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could we possibly get the girl!lando winning fic …. tonight?????
unfortunately no because i was hit by the kind of inertia where i was scrolling the same apps on two devices, but also because i really want to do this moment justice and not rush it!!! hopefully some time in the week 🥰 a lil pick me up for when the lando winning euphoria wears off!!!
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thinking of girl!lando rn, thinking of how proud not only oscar but george, alex, sharl, liam, logan etc would be 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
me tooooooo 🫶🫶🫶 and the way that last miami they all went to that party and oscar and lando were soooo close to something… it is a LOVELY time of it for them.
i was sort of joking a little about the pegging but obviously i will be visiting how they celebrate this because she did say when it happened she wasn’t letting him up for days, and they do have a week’s break so….
SOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
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omg BLEASE director's cut on oscar in the fire is slowly dying!! i feel like what we see of oscar in that fic is SO coloured by mark's perception of him, i'm fascinated to know what he was actually thinking/feeling during his evil little seduction routine 😭
Oh ho ho (ho), I am so pleased you asked this! I re-read the fire is slowly dying recently (which I near enough never do for my fics because otherwise I have to fight the urge to delete them), and honestly, what had I had for breakfast the morning I started that one?!
One thing that struck me reading it back is that outside of the times when Mark is feral and desperate and falling for the perceived Lolita act Oscar is pulling, he’s often thinking about Oscar in quite an emotional way. In the same moment as he’s noticing Oscar’s soft leg hairs on his inner thighs, he’s also having feelings about the space Oscar takes up in his home, the comfort of having him there to fill the silences and curl up with the dogs. For a magical, festive few days Mark gets to experience what having someone making a home with you is like, and whilst by the end he’s come to terms with this being a moment in time, I think it’s going to play on his mind for a while.
I think that is completely lost on Oscar.
As far as he sees it, he made a suggestive remark about coming to spend a few nights with Mark after a few months of laying it on thick, and his assumption from the get go was - dirty sex christmas. It probably threw him for a loop when he arrived and Mark had made up the spare room, and bought in all the Christmas food bits. Oscar was NOT prepared for needing to do the little femme fatale/seduction thing again - he thought that one was all covered.
Also, his belief he’s just going to spend the whole time getting fucked to within an inch of his life explains why he doesn’t bring his laptop/tablet, or anything other than soft sleep shorts. It also explains why he acts so infuriatingly when they go to the village and run into the florist - Oscar doesn’t stop to think about Mark being embarrassed, or the impact it could have on his life, because as far as Oscar is concerned, Mark agreed to the dirty sex Christmas at a team dinner, in public, so he can’t really care what anyone thinks about it.
I’ve spoken a bit about the sort-of sequel I had planned for this that I’m now not convinced would fit right, but I see the outcome of this weekend being the start of at least a year and a bit of Mark ill-advisedly continuing to sleep with Oscar when he asks for it, long weekends at the house, celebrating him getting the McLaren seat with a BBQ and Oscar bent in two in Mark’s bed. It only really starts to taper off when Oscar develops a bit of a Thing with Lando, and Mark really doesn’t take it well, because it’s only then he realises how little power he’s had the whole time and how much emotional investment he’s put into it. I think how it would end would be Oscar stupidly agreeing to bring Lando to stay for the weekend, some of the hottest sex of any of their lives and two of the three of them (Lando’s brain is broken unfortunately) ultimately realising they’ve gone too far and it has to end before anyone gets hurt.
There also would’ve been a not insubstantial puppy play storyline to it that I might one day recycle into its own thing because the sex scene would be insanely hot even if the emotions wouldn’t be!!!!!!
Thank you for letting me talk about this one. I think after jump right in (for emotional purposes) this is my favourite thing I’ve ever written. 
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does girl!lando ever get jealous?? like legitimately jealous? just wondering if influencers or whoever are still sending dms to oscar even though they know he's dating lando or oscar and his ex had some kind of run in or something or another!?
oh yeah, 100% she gets jealous. i think a lot about the stuff that is missing from the 'verse with almost everything being oscar's POV, and a lot of it is the secret, horrible feelings that he doesn't really get to see from her. so lando being jealous, and bitter, and checking his ex's instagram is still private for the 750th time wondering if she would accept a burner follower, just so she could see if their photos together are still there. (we also miss all the times george tells her she's not sure about oscar, but that's a whole different story...)
i think she'd be less worried about the influencers throwing themselves at him, because he has proven time and again that he is freakishly obsessed with her. he probably DOES have a load of dms, but never really checks them and if lando wanted to go through his phone and delete/block them he'd deffo let her.
the ex stuff though... i have thought a lot about what might happen if they ever ran into lily somewhere, somehow. she would be 100% entitled to give oscar a piece of her mind because the time gap between them breaking up and him announcing to the world he's in love with lando was... not much. i think lando probably thinks A LOT about the things they did together and whether it's new to oscar or not (alex play dejavu.mp3), especially when it's stuff like going to australia to see the family. ultimately they moved out of the flat in london because lando couldn't handle the ghost of lily despite it being a really important place for their firsts etc.
ANYWAY all this to say that yeah, she does get jealous and if we had more lando pov it'd be obvious.
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would girl!Lando ask Oscar to break up with her for the day so she “could enjoy taylor’s new album properly”
hahahah obsessed with this idea!!! spends the day ignoring him before she goes for her lying-on-liam’s-bed-so-she-can-appreciate-it-with-someone-who-gets-it-listening-party, just so the vibes are right. (are they going to eras tour as a double date and is oscar going to be confused by the outfit he has to wear? YEP. nobody’s taught him the chants, he thinks love story is a new song, everyone screaming the cruel summer bridge gives him a headache, it’s a disaster 🥰)
although given the timings, i think what we’ve actually discovered here is that The Vibes might have been so bad it made lando so distracted she didn’t win from sprint pole sooooooo……
girl!lando, my basic swiftie for life 🫶🫶🫶
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omg oscar is lando’s trainer what a concept!!!!! looking forward to it ❤️❤️
he's the 81st cv in a pdf zak sends him and lando only chooses him because he looks fit on his instagram page with less than a hundred followers.
by the end of day 1, he is inevitably smitten 🫶​
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I’ve had to work late tonight to do a presentation nd be a big girl nd pretend I know what I’m talking about on a Serious Topic so I’m rewarding myself my eating a bag of mini eggs for dinner and re-reading all your magical realism fics like the twenty something teenager I really am
mini eggs, the meal of champions!!!
blessed that we get to live our post-work fantasy lives reading fic. teenage me could never have dreamed it.
also anon, you got this!!!! boss that serious topic!!!
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hello i just saw ur ask reply on my dash but that was not the original questions anon!! that would be me hehe. glad to see someone took over the torch after i stopped 🫡
ahhhh og questions anon you did a good service bringing us all together 🫡 THANK YOU.
and hello then to new questions anon whoever you are!!!!
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what does a typical lunch look like to you?
omg i was just thinking about you last night trivia anon!!! (or new trivia anon?!? whoever you are love you!!!)
depends on whether i’m at home or the office. at home lunch is usually some kind of sandwich or a salad, rarely a soup. on office days i am a meal deal girl because i cannot handle trying to choose the night before and do any prep.
did a banging kind of grilled cheese thing for lunch today because the bread was a bit elderly. still thinking about it tbh.
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…. If Lando wins the sprint this weekend, do we get the jump right in universe version???
(we know they’re just gonna fuck with feelings about it but it’s important)
not to jinx anything but yeah, this would warrant a fic, because lando DID say she’d not let him up for air for days if she won a race and despite the discourse, sprints count as far as that goes 👌
fucking with feelings could be the jump right in subtitle tbh, or equally, my personal ao3 motto.
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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeHad8xm/
This is doing nothing to stop the polite cat rumours
to me this tiktok is classic jump right in oscar getting bullied into making content lmaooooo he’s going to be a tiktok famous male wag if he likes it or not!!!!!
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Time travel fics also hurt my brain bc like how do they loop??? Like time becomes a circle ect ect and I don’t like to think about it
But! Some plot specific time travel qs, does future Oscar just like disappear in front of future Landos eyes? Or is he like physically unconscious and present but mentally ten years in the past having a threesome with himself?? You said that future Oscar’s past visit (see how time gets confusing??) wasn’t dp so does that mean future Lando knows about the dp? Like are the current future Lando & Oscar the same present Lando and Oscar and therefore having the same memories?? Or will future Lando be furious that there’s some version of himself out there who had a threesome with hot 22 year old Oscar AND hot 32 year old Oscar??
Also I think it would be hilarious to write the sequel and just not mention any WDCs or years of race wins. Literally “oh remember when you won your first race at [redacted], the year [redacted] won the championship” “yeah that was before [redacted] retired”
the beautiful thing about the time travel fic anon is that i absolutely rawdogged it. there was zero planning, and i literally wrote and posted it all in one rabid day. that means there are some WILD inconsistencies in how the time travelling works that i am sort of attempting to work through in the sequel lmao.
BUT to answer some of your questions...
It's not quite a loop, it's probably better explained as a series of universes where lando and oscar exist, that Oscar can slip through. it's just that it generally always tends to be that he slips back to being 22 and in a newly minted situationship with Lando Norris.
Oscar definitely disappears physically - in the sequel the big scene i've written so far is Oscar getting back into bed with Lando after he's reappeared in their time not wearing his wedding ring.
Each Oscar and Lando are totally different, so the only memories the 'future' versions of themselves have is what happened to them specifically at 22, and for these two it was not DP (so, yeah, spoiler, Lando is going to be furious).
In my head, each Oscar will have a slightly different need from their older self because they are all slightly different people (Lando too). So some of the slips will end up with sex, some with relationship talk, maybe even some where the issue is the car or driving. The possibilities are endless, but also each 'pair' only know what happened in their versions, so I think that would end up influencing whether it's a threesome or just a nice chat.
I hope that clears some stuff up for you anon?!?!? I admit it's convoluted so if you're just here for how older Oscar makes it up to older Lando sexually, that is so cool.
I've tried to come up with some vague ideas of what happens between now and then (what teams they've raced at, who has won championships, who has had to retire first... it's weirdly freeing not to need to use real results because I get so obsessed with them when I write canon.)
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