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It’s the profound tragedy of Lando’s life, he thinks, to realise he’s in love with his teammate – just as Oscar Piastri makes a habit of standing one step higher on the podium, forcing Lando to crane his neck to look at him.
Oscar hates watching the light fade from Lando’s eyes with every victory he takes from him. He accepted the inconvenient truth long ago: he loves Lando. But he loves winning more.
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“Jesus Christ,” Lando whispered. “I just told Max Verstappen to fuck off. On camera. In a wedding skirt. To protect my—” He froze, gesturing helplessly at the Aussie still watching him with infuriating calm. “—my husband.”
Oscar raised a single eyebrow. He looked about as hungover as Lando felt, but there was a wry tilt to his mouth.
“Well,” he said flatly. “At least you were committed.”
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Lando Norris went to Vegas to celebrate taking the lead in the WDC. He left with a hangover, a husband, and a skirt.
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It was the freshest bit of gossip the whole school had the minute Oscar Piastri enrolled. Everyone spoke about the son of a Death Eater attending Hogwarts.
Piastri is off-putting, yes. Eerily stoic at times and a growing nuisance to Lando when he bests him at duels in front of everyone. But does Lando think this kid is some evil and dangerous wizard? Frankly, he couldn’t care less about what this kid is.
He just needs to beat him next time they’re opponents.
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Lando and Oscar are rivals with a deep rooted hatred for each other, both vying to win a prestigious competition at Hogwarts. But the road to becoming a victor will be tricky as they become each other’s distraction and obsession.
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“Dude, Spiderman was opposite the building again! He’s been there so much recently, I’m starting to think he lives here or something.”
Oscar choked on a french fry, lightly patting his chest and grabbing his drink to wash it down. “Have you thought about the fact that he probably likes the area?”
“No! He goes there with a hoodie and a backpack, he’s probably on his way home or something! Could you imagine? Spiderman could actually live in the flats opposite us!” Lando exclaimed, turning his head to the window and he could slightly see the same building. The world now becoming suffocated by the increasing darkness, the sunset long gone.
Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose, “I think you’re reading into this way too much, mate.”
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Lando is obsessed with the friendly-neighbourhood Spiderman and Oscar is his good best friend that listens.
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“No,” Lando gasps, bursting into the throne room with his poor servant hot on his heels.
“Your Highness!”
“You can’t send Flo off to marry some random arse of a crown prince just so he can become king! It’s not fair when she still has a whole life in front of her!” he exclaims before briefly dipping into a bow. “Your Majesties.”
Behind him, Max falls to his knees, repeatedly begging the king and queen for forgiveness for the crude behavior of their son.
King Adam waves a hand at him to get him to be at peace before addressing Lando. “What do you propose otherwise, dear son?”
“Send me instead,” Lando blurts out without thinking. “Oli’s the heir, and I’m the spare. So I- I’ll marry this foreign prince.”
Series
- Part 52 of CX's F1cs
- Part 1 of A Blessing in Disguise