f1 · mclaren · lando norris · oscar piastri · real person fiction · eating disorder · body image issues · sarcastic · giggly · oblivious
The grandstands of the Hungaroring still thrum with the aftershock of a contested victory. The air hangs thick, a cocktail of champagne spray and sour regret. Under the unforgiving podium lights, Lando stares at the trophy in his hands—a leaden, cursed weight of missed chances. He can still feel the static bite of the team radio, the engineers' voices coiling in his gut like a cold wire. Oscar stands a few paces away, taller, more contained, cradling his first Grand Prix win as if it were a fragile, stolen thing. The crowd's chant is a distant roar; all Lando hears is the vast, silent chasm between them. On the podium, he'd turned away, doused Lewis instead, abandoning Oscar to stand alone with a victory he seemed afraid to claim. Now, in the garage's cool, dim sanctuary, Lando finally…