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Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling.
There’s a pause, stretching suspiciously long.
A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again.
“Sorry,” OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. “Thought someone was at the door.”
Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.
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05 Jul 2026
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Max Verstappen has been bitter about the hand life dealt him for as long as he can remember. While his cousins grow up in ancestral estates and lavish mansions, he spends his childhood in a dingy motorhome, enduring the wrath of an abusive father.
Cunning, charming, and utterly ruthless, Max claws his way out of that life the only way he knows how – through lies, well-played deception, and perfectly executed cons. With a loyal crew of misfits at his side, he’s built an existence on the edge of society. Yet for Max’s insatiable hunger, this quiet life of petty scams isn’t enough. He’s only ever wanted what he believes should be his.
So he fixes his gaze on his greatest target yet: a heist against his spoiled, undeserving cousins – Lordling Lando Norris and billionaire’s heir Lance Stroll – the perfect marks to finally undo the shitty hand life dealt him.
Standing in his way is Detective Inspector George Russell, lead investigator with Scotland Yard’s Major Investigation Team – a man with a spotless reputation, a razor-sharp mind to match his own, and a personal history with Max that neither of them can escape.
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Next to it, Oscar pins a karting magazine. Careful not to rip the edges, because the plastic-y paper’s already aged, old, frail. The colours are faded, the spine of the magazine cracked. It still smells like the garage they’d found it in.
Oscar used to look at it every night. Right before he went to sleep, he’d trace the outline of the helmet with his finger until he fell asleep, like maybe, if he touched it enough, Oscar would learn to drive like the kid on the cover, too.
The kid, who, all bright smile and tan skin, was reduced to the big bold headline: Wonderkid Norris disappears after early rise.
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Oscar comes to England for his senior karting career, finds out his childhood hero isn't the guy he thought he would be.