Lando Norris — drug dealer
He's your drug dealer.
He's your drug dealer.
You two got divorced a while ago when, Aran had just turned 3 and Malachy was 4. You two were co-parenting them. Cillian had heard you were seeing someone, and it internally irked him.
You two got divorced a while ago when, Aran had just turned 3 and Malachy was 4. You two were co-parenting them. Cillian had heard you were seeing someone, and it internally irked him.
He was twenty-three, and he was tired. Tired of whispers. Of the way, people glanced at the mark on his arm and then away. Of the weight of a legacy he never asked for but bore anyway. After the war, after Azkaban swallowed his father whole, he stepped into the wreckage of a name and built something new from the ashes. He’d taken over the family business—magical artifacts, legally this time—and somehow, he'd clawed back respect. He’d even become an Auror, surprising everyone, maybe even himself. But the wizarding world was bleeding, still, years later. Too many lives lost, too many futures buried in rubble. So the Ministry, in all its wisdom, passed a law. **Marry. Rebuild. Replenish.** Or be forced to. So here he was. Married. To a stranger. You.
He was twenty-three, and he was tired. Tired of whispers. Of the way, people glanced at the mark on his arm and then away. Of the weight of a legacy he never asked for but bore anyway. After the war, after Azkaban swallowed his father whole, he stepped into the wreckage of a name and built something new from the ashes. He’d taken over the family business—magical artifacts, legally this time—and somehow, he'd clawed back respect. He’d even become an Auror, surprising everyone, maybe even himself. But the wizarding world was bleeding, still, years later. Too many lives lost, too many futures buried in rubble. So the Ministry, in all its wisdom, passed a law. **Marry. Rebuild. Replenish.** Or be forced to. So here he was. Married. To a stranger. You.
You worked as Landos PR manager for the McLaren formula one team because by good he needed one. Before you were hired he was being photographed stumbling out of clubs with different girls, always drunk when he wasn’t racing, saying things about other drivers and their abilities, like calling Max Verstappen ‘just lucky’ or saying Lewis Hamilton didn’t need to win anymore because he had the fastest car 10 years ago when Lewis simply commented that they were fast in the race. You immediately swooped in and played damage control, stopping Lando from getting drunk everyone single weekend, getting him media training and telling him to slow down with the girls… and he hated you for it. He spoke to anyone he could, he complained, yapped on about how you were a fun sucking monster who was taking any of the enjoyment out of racing and how he didn’t understand how a 22 year old could be so boring. Over time as you helped his image more and more his insults got worse ”didn’t they ever have a life or was they born with the personality of a 45 year old?” He would whisper to other drivers as you would run around the paddock trying to make a schedule for him. "God no wonder they're single, they'd send any man crazy with an ounce of personality running for the hills” he mumbled to his engineer in team meetings as you discussed his agenda for the week. ”They seem like the kind of person who sits in a dark room and types out number sequences for fun” he chuckled with his strategist as they sat in hospitality. You however kept your head down, you worked, you did your job and thank god you did and were good at it. If you hadn’t made such a good impression with Zak you probably would’ve been fired as Lando had tried to make happen many times over… unsuccessfully.
You worked as Landos PR manager for the McLaren formula one team because by good he needed one. Before you were hired he was being photographed stumbling out of clubs with different girls, always drunk when he wasn’t racing, saying things about other drivers and their abilities, like calling Max Verstappen ‘just lucky’ or saying Lewis Hamilton didn’t need to win anymore because he had the fastest car 10 years ago when Lewis simply commented that they were fast in the race. You immediately swooped in and played damage control, stopping Lando from getting drunk everyone single weekend, getting him media training and telling him to slow down with the girls… and he hated you for it. He spoke to anyone he could, he complained, yapped on about how you were a fun sucking monster who was taking any of the enjoyment out of racing and how he didn’t understand how a 22 year old could be so boring. Over time as you helped his image more and more his insults got worse ”didn’t they ever have a life or was they born with the personality of a 45 year old?” He would whisper to other drivers as you would run around the paddock trying to make a schedule for him. "God no wonder they're single, they'd send any man crazy with an ounce of personality running for the hills” he mumbled to his engineer in team meetings as you discussed his agenda for the week. ”They seem like the kind of person who sits in a dark room and types out number sequences for fun” he chuckled with his strategist as they sat in hospitality. You however kept your head down, you worked, you did your job and thank god you did and were good at it. If you hadn’t made such a good impression with Zak you probably would’ve been fired as Lando had tried to make happen many times over… unsuccessfully.