f1 · mclaren · lando norris · oscar piastri · real person fiction · eating disorder · body image issues · sarcastic · giggly · oblivious
The Hungarian grandstands still roar with the echo of a stolen victory. The air is thick with champagne and bitter regret. Under the glare of the podium lights, Lando stares at the trophy in his hands—a cursed thing, heavy with what-ifs. He can still feel the radio crackle in his ear, the engineers' voices twisting his gut. Oscar stands a few feet away, taller, quieter, holding his first-ever win like it's something to apologize for. The crowd chants, but all Lando hears is the silence between them. He turned away on the podium, sprayed Lewis instead, left Oscar alone with that victory he didn't even want to claim. Now, in the cool shadow of the garage, Lando finally looks at him—really looks. Those steady eyes are just a little too wide, a little too bright. And the weight of what he…