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Gridwalk - Chapter 22

Singapore

T | 77649 words | 22/30 Chapters

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Lando Norris gets a new race engineer for 2024.

It's one Oscar Piastri

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“Lando Norris, it’s lovely to meet you.” He puts on a fake accent and puffs out a bit, as though he hadn’t made a fool of himself.

“Oscar Piastri.” The man offers another smile.

Lando had slightly misheard it a little, and of course he had to ask. “Pastry? What are you? French?”

T

The tyres are warm where he’s wiggled between the half-empty racks, the covers embroidered with initials and whatnot. It’s surprisingly cozy, and he kind of understands why Oscar would hole himself up here. God, he wishes Oscar was right here, so he could get a gentle hand in his hair and solutions to the stupid little problem of the car don’t go vroom very well for me.

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Everyone watches on in horror was the grass around them starts to die and the leaves shrivel. Lando can barely see past his panic - he can feel it too, the slow collapse of something within him, like something deeper making him that little bit more sluggish. Oscar’s glowing, properly glowing, meridians a bright gold where they snake down his hand, drawing from the environment beneath him.

A

And his first thought is fuck the team. They fucked up, let them pay to consquence. They put him here. Oscar would understand. Maybe he'd be a little dejected, but he understood racing just as much as Lando did. You took what you were given.

But he knows there's going to be that politely dejected look on his face that Lando has seen for too long. After Austria, where the what if's piled up over qualifying and the VSC, where instead of taking the time for himself, Oscar spent the night cuddled up to him, refusing to sleep until Lando drifted off.

Or in Silverstone, where Oscar was laughing off yet another missed podium, or perhaps what could've been a win - Lando was fucking terrified for his position when Will informed him at Oscar was a -0.892 in a single lap - when Lando was almost crying over a P3. And after that, how Oscar managed to cheer him up stupidly by making him drink polish beer out of his shoes. The way he looped his head over Lando's shoulder the night and let out a sigh and talked into their blanket of darkness. "I know I drove a good race. It sucks I didn't get more, but I at least got to see you up there."

guess who these fics are follow-ups to!