*^ Landoscar one shots ^*

I KNOW I SAID THIS BOOK IS ON HOLD BUUUUUT FOR THE LACK OF A CHAPTER ON SATURDAY I THOUGHT I WOULD WHIP SOMETHING UP HERE QUICKLY

SO HERE WE GO 🥰

(Book is still on hold btw this is a one off)

🤍 FLUFFY

Magic realism - shape shifting (cats)
Lando Norris is a racing driver
Oscar isn't

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Oscar's minding his own business in his own cat form. When all of a sudden he hears a faint meow from behind him.

His ears flew back as he jumped up from the branch he was led on. The other cat seemed to stay still, it had a sort of dopey energetic look on its face.

Oscar could tell it was a boy, it was a black cat, its fur a little knotty and some strands a little curly with bright greeny-blue eyes.

Oscar couldn't take his own brown ones away from them.

The other cat seemed to be taking him in as well. After all it wasn't everyday you see another shifter. How did Oscar know the other cat was a shifter you ask? Well it's the smell of it.

See, a shifter carrys the same smell of a person. A normal stray cat would carry the smell of the streets, like cigarettes.

This cat smelled, well, expensive.

In Monaco that was to be expected, really. Almost everyone here smelled expensive.

This was Oscar's favourite tree though, any other cat that came up here he chased off. But this one he felt a little pull towards.

The other cat meowed again and slowly folded its self into a loaf. Almost like it was letting Oscar come to him.

Oscar looked down at his own paws, striped orange.

His own form had always been, well, unique, compared to other shifters.

Normal shifters always seemed to be one solid colour, like black or white or brown.

Oscar was a light orange and a dark orange covered in stripes all along his body and his ears had a bit of white in them.

Oscar took a small step towards the other cat, who seemingly perked up at him. Almost like it was smiling at him to keep going.

So Oscar did, slowly and cautiously, step by step, walking towards the black cat.

Once he was stood right infront of it, the other cat got up and started to circle Oscar, rubbing his head against his shoulder and purring slightly.

Oscar hissed and jumped back. Making the other cat to let out a sad meow and cower with his ears back to. Oscar almost felt bad, after all the other cat was just trying to be nice.

But after a few moments, Oscar meowed and then started to climb down the tree. Getting ready to go back to his own home and turn back to his normal self.

The other cat seemed to follow him at first, before a car came speeding past and scared it off, making it run towards a Hilton hotel.

Weird.

Anyways, that was Oscar's favourite tree because it was right above the current Monaco street circuit where f1 was racing that weekend.

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On the Friday, Oscar sat in his tree. His tail hanging down as the formula 2 cars drove under him. He watched as one of the red and white Prema cars sped past.