On a routine test flight of a commercial ship many years ago, a rupture in the hull caused an unexpected explosion. No one on board was injured, but some of the debris from flight A2701 are still caught in Arcus's atmosphere to this day.
One of these objects is a (beautiful) near-perfectly preserved 21st century toilet, caught in eternal orbit around our moon. A beacon for racers everywhere.
Tonight, daring pilots compete in the most dangerous race known to Arcus--the "T-Bowl." After the sun sets, when reflections from Arcus's atmosphere are weakest, competitors, including myself, will race out into space, around the toilet, and back to the ground.
Few can complete the challenge, but those who do...become legends.
“I'm not sure people fully appreciate Max just like they didn't with Sebastian. There's this sort of demonization both of them suffered, which I think is very unfair. Maybe that's also a bit of the British media. Sky Sports have a huge influence around the world.”
Summary - When Mafia boss Lando Norris comes knocking, you share your lemon sherbets with him obviously
Warning - Mafia??
A/n - I watched Legend yesterday, got inspired by this scene <3
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When the legendary Lando Norris, Londons infamous mafia boss came knocking on the door of his top client. He didn’t know he’d come face to face with the love of his life.
Dressed in an oversized jumper and some small white tennis skirt, a bag of lemon sherbets in hand. “Mind if I help you” Y/n asked politely.
Unlike the usual Lando Norris, he became nervous. Something about this women stood on her doorstep, made Lando Norris nervous.
“Yeah I um is Leo L/n here?” She nodded, quickly calling down her brother. This gave Lando that little chance to shamelessly devour her beauty just before she turned back to face him.
“Mind if I have a crack?” The gangster got his confidence back, pointing down at the bag of lemon sherbet sweets.
Y/n just smiled softly, letting him take a sweet for himself. “All right…”
Popping the sweet into his mouth, Lando was quick to politely thank the women. If you know one think about Lando Norris, the London mafia boss, it was that he never ever said thank you. Was never his style.
“Oh that’s nice, innit?” Bristol accent well on show. It was silent until there was a crunch. He had bitten into the sweet.
Y/n’s laughter filled the air. “You’re not supposed to chew it” Smirking slightly.
“No?” Lando continued to chew the citrus sweet, the sherbet delighting his tastebuds. “How else am I supposed to get to the sherbetty bit?”
Shaking her head with amusement, Y/ns giggles continued. “By being patient…”
Swallow the rest of his lemon sherbet, the curly hair lad leaned forward mirroring the same smirk. “Nah, being patient doesn’t get you what you want does it?”
Their eyes locked and he knew in that moment, Lando Norris knew he was gonna go to the ends of the earth for this women.
He knew he was going to make this women his wife and love her until his dying day. His mafia was no longer his first priority, she was. She had taken that spot, and nothing was ever going to take that from her.
Something something comfort characters something something sassy brown haired blorbos something something give me five more of these blonde bitches something something