....im sorry bc its angst guys..
We know what happened last time and its ok bc no one dies this time 😭😭
But we have a little er hanahaki disease so haha
Don't kill me please
Giving massive warnings mainly for myself
LITTLE BIT OF CARLANDO 💔💔
AND VOMITING 👍
Kms, enjoy
Or try to at least 😋
Its a bit shit ngl I wrote this in an hour bc I was bored
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It was raining.
Oscar liked the rain.
It reminded him of himself a little. Not much going on, sad and somewhat pretty. No, Oscar wouldn't say he was ugly, but he also wasn't pretty either.
He didn't have to be told he looks beautiful all the time. He didn't belive them unless it came from two people.
Max verstappen because he's always truthful, unless it's media.
And lando Norris because..well it's lando Norris.
Oscar sighed looking out the window, watching the depressing splatters of water patter on the window. He heard some giggling from Lando and Carlos in the other room.
Which, honestly, made Oscar want to cry.
He'd known he was in love with lando for a while. Yet he'd never dare do anything about it, he's never been able to make the first move. Arthur had tried to taunt him into doing it for a while until Oscar had finally told him lando clearly had something going on with Carlos.
Then the other boy calmed down and actually started spending more time with Oscar, the Aussie always thought it was out of pitty. Which it probably was. Arthur was always with Ollie or someone else.
Someone who didn't act so sad all the time and could actually put a smile on their face.
There was a sharp knock on his door, dragging him out of his thoughts. He startled as he realised there was a few stray tears running down his face. He wiped them away roughly and opened the door.
Lando stood there, his curls looking amazing as per. Carlos no where to be seen though. "Oh Oscar! I didn't think you'd still be here actually.." lando answered, "then why'd you knock?" Oscar snapped.
Landos eyes flashed with a little hurt, now Oscar felt shit. "Sorry.." he said quickly, "it's Uhm..it's ok but I just wanted to see if you'd maybe wanna come back to the hotel with me? Carlos left to go with Charles a few minutes ago," lando smiled.
Nice to know he's second choice.
"Your not.." lando said quietly.
Shit, did he say that out loud?
Lando was looking at him with sorry eyes now. Oscar sighed, "yeah sure I'll go with you," he muttered. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
In the car back to the hotel, lando was on his phone the entire time, Oscar watched the rain again. Until he coughed, and it wasn't like a little clear your throat thing.
It was like a violet cough. Something you'd hear in a hospital.
To the point lando snapped his head to look at him. Oscar covered his mouth and looked away.
As the coughing stopped Oscar felt his throat hurting. He pulled his hand away to see a blood covered petal. He instantly gasped and pulled his hand into his chest. Lando looked at him funny.
"You good mate?" He asked.
Oscar nodded.
"Do you maybe have water..?" He asked.
Lando nodded, reaching into his bag and pulling out a half full bottle of water, passing it to Oscar. The Aussie thanked him and drank it, he didn't drink all of it, not wanting to be selfish.
So he only took a few sips and decided he'd be ok until they got back to the hotel. He offered the bottle back to lando who shook his head, "it's ok, keep it," he said softly.
Oscar felt like he was being a burden. Because there was a million things running through his head.
What if lando didn't want the water back because he'd drank out of it?
It was possible.
When he got to the hotel he realised Landos room was right next door to his. Amazing.
As soon as he closed the door he coughed again, he looked at his hands again to see another petal and blood, he whinced as the pain shot through him. He realised the flower instantly though.
An orange carnation.
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The next morning, Oscar woke up to a few of the orange petals on his pillow. He sighed, a few messages from lando displayed on his phone.
Lando 🫶
Lando:
Mate are you sure ur ok??
Can hear you coughing
Oscar????
Not dead are u????
Answer me when your up
Oscar:
Yeah mate I'm good sorry
Just must be ill or something
Lando:
Yeah no shit bro
Coughing ur arse off in that room
Oscar swallowed thickly as he phone continued to buss in his hand, like lando was still messaging him. His heart ached, how could he have that stupid made up disease.
He didn't even know it was possible to have followers grow in your lungs. But he wasn't removing it, no way.
He didn't want to forget lando.
So at that thought, he clutched his stomach and coughed again, a few more petals falling limply on the bed sheets.
Fuck.
Fuck Carlos.
Fuck lando.
fuck himself.
And fuck his fucking disease.
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When Oscar took his helmet off after quali, lando was watching him. Oscar knew there was petals in his helmet, they blocked his visor a few times. He just hoped that lando didn't see the orange flowers that decorated the dull inside.
But clearly he didn't.
Because again lando was laughing loudly with Carlos in the next room. Oscar tried to keep his coughing on the minimum, it's like he was talking to the disease in his head.
Just go away.
No.
Why?
Because you love him and you know you do.
But he knew it was his own voice.
He sobbed as he admitted it to himself, the whole reason he had this disease was because lando didn't like him back. So he was indeed fucked. Because how was he supposed to have lando like him back with Carlos as a competitor.
Then he threw up, a lot.
A mixture of blood, petals and some of the food he'd eaten before. He stared at it for a second before realising he had to clean this up quickly. But before he had the chance, his eyes blurred and he coughed, more petals joining the group of everything on the floor.
And then he blacked out.
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A loud thump coming from Oscar's drivers room dragged lando out of his trance with Carlos. "Was that Oscar?" The Spaniard asked.
"He said he wasn't well but shit if he's just fainted Carlos," lando said, rushing towards the door.
He knocked on Oscar's room aggressively, no answer. "Shit.." lando muttered, swinging the door open to seeing the mess of the place.
The mixture of sick and petals and blood.
And Oscar laying across from the door, half on his massage table and about to fall off. Lando rushed over to push the Aussie back on right before he could fall.
Carlos came in and gasped as the state of the place. "Lando..he has petals," he said.
"No shit!" The Brit said stressed. "Ok, calm down, I'm sure he's ok," Carlos tried.
But lando was worried, he was scared for his teammate. The two stayed and argued for another few minutes before Oscar started whincing and coughing.
Lando instantly rushed back to him. "Oscar?" He said softly, still panicked. The Aussie whined and sat up.
"Oh..shit.." he muttered as he looked across the room. Before he could say anything else, another few petals fell out his mouth, coughing up a bit more blood to.
"Ok, it's ok, your ok," lando rubbed his back soothingly. "You wasn't supposed to know this," Oscar said rushed.
"No oscar it's ok!-"
"No it's not ok- you shouldn't of..why are you in here..you shouldn't know I'm like this.." Oscar whispered under his breath. Lando looked at him with sad eyes.
"Oscar it's ok yeah..? I can help you..!" Lando tried, "no..you can- just, I'm ok like this.." Oscar lied. "No Oscar your not let me help you," lando said again as he tried to push him back down onto the massage table. Oscar pushed him off.
"Lando you can't help me!" Oscar said maybe a little to loud for what he'd meant to. Lando was shocked, he stepped back. Carlos shot Oscar a look, "listen mate he's only trying to help," the Spaniard said loudly.
"Well I don't need it! It's my fault I'm like this so I should deal with it," Oscar said annoyed, because why should Carlos have a say in this.
"Well you could've said it nicer.." lando chimed. It broke Oscar's heart to see lando sad. Infact that's why he heaved in his mouth again. Lando gasped and stood back.
"Just..please go away, I can deal with it myself.."
He whispered.
With that, Carlos guided lando out the room with a hand on the small of his back. As soon as the door closed Oscar broke down, sobbing helplessly into his hands.
Was he ever going to get better?
Probably not.
But he'd rather die like this than forget lando.
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Turns out lando told the team doctor, and showed up to his room with him that night.
"Lando what the fuck?" Oscar said as the doctor pushed past him to set stuff up on a chair next to Oscar's bed. "Oscar you almost threw up three times," lando argued.
"Wasn't letting that slide.."
Oscar watched helplessly as the doctor set everything up, "ok all done, come over here Oscar," he said with a smile.
Oscar walked over hesitantly. He was met with a blood pressure reader around his arm and a oxygen measurer set on his index finger.
It took a few minutes until the doctor finally said, "wow..this is a rapid case of hanahaki Oscar.. your deep in there with it, I suggest if this person doesn't love you back in the next month you have the surgery.." he said.
Oscar sighed, "I'd rather die like this than forget them.." he muttered. "Maybe some people don't want that for you," lando said, Oscar had actually forgot he was there.
Then he coughed, the doctor took the petal off him. "No stop i-"
"You know anyone who likes orange carnations mr Norris?" The doctor interrupted, lando looked at Oscar then back to the doctor. "Y-yeah..I do.. me.."
Oscar looked away shamefully.
"Oscar.." landos voice rang. The aussie continued to stare down at his hands, he was going to be sick again. He ran to the bathroom quickly and heaved over the toilet.
The doctor went straight after him, but by the time he'd gotten there Oscar had already flushed the toilet. The Aussie let the tears of shame run down his cheeks.
"Would you like to stay with him, mr Norris?"
Lando must've nodded, because he heard the door open and close and then a dip in the bed where Oscar was laying, silently crying into the duvet.
"Oscar..is..is it me?" He asked softly. Oscar sobbed loudly, confirming Lando's answer.
There was a hand on his arm, "you know your lovely Oscar..you wouldn't wanna forget me..?" The Brit said, hugging into the Aussie.
Oscar cried as lando held him, there was nothing Oscar could do, but there was everything lando could.
And lando was happy to make that everything happen.
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From that day lando started spending time with Oscar all the time. Ignoring Carlos and eventually breaking up with him before of an argument over how much time he was spending with the Aussie.
So which Oscar comforted him.
Oscar's disease didn't quiet.
Only making its self more known.
Until one day it all stopped. Oscar woke up, no petals, no blood, no nothing.
He thought he was finally dead, the disease had finally killed him.
Until he got to the track and lando pulled him into his drivers room and kissed him against the wall.
"Your all better now..your so pretty.."