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prompt: honey
pairing: lando/oscar
word count: 500w
Oscar is knee deep in a broken kettle disaster, when the little bell above the door tinkles happily and a gust of cold October wind brings a new customer into the store.
“With you in a sec!” Oscar yells, frantically fidgeting with the kettle’s baseboard. She’s a finicky one, but he knows if he can get her to be placed just like that, she will-
“Yes,” he whispers quietly to himself, as she springs back to life. “Alright, welcome to Piastri’s Teas, what can I- Oh,” he says, when he comes face to face with his new customer. He’s. Well. He’s very pretty, with piercing blue green eyes and a dazzling smile and a head full of perfectly styled curls and oh no.
He’s exactly Oscar’s type.
“Uh, you, uh. Hello,” Oscar stutters, eyes fluttering down to the crate in the guy’s hand, which is filled with jars of honey. “You, uh. Honey?”
“Yes, dear,” the guy says, corners of his mouth ticking up even further, a little sparkle appearing in those beautiful eyes.
Oscar drops the tea towel he was fiddling with. “Uh.”
“Sorry,” the guy says. “Alex has told me to stop making that joke. Anyway, I’m Lando, I’m here on Alex’s behalf because Alex is too lazy to do deliveries himself today.”
“Oh,” Oscar says. Alex is the local beekeeper he gets his honey from. He uses them for the teas and sells a few of them in the little display case with local products as well.
“He isn’t,” Lando says, when Oscar doesn’t say anything else. “Too lazy, I mean. He’s just very busy. I think. I don’t know, he asked, and I was bored, so.” He holds up the crate. “Honey!”
“Right, yeah. Thanks. You can put it over there, so I can. Yeah. Thanks.” Oscar wants to bang his head against the nearest flat surface. Potentially disappear through the floor. Anything that will stop him being a bumbling idiot over the first pretty guy that shows up in his store.
“Mint,” Lando says. “Alright, if you can sign here, so I can prove to Alex I actually did stuff, that’s me sorted then.”
Suddenly, horribly, Oscar doesn’t want him to leave. The chances of Lando ever returning here again are slim, and Oscar. Oscar can’t let him go, just yet. “Wait,” he says. “Tea. You want one?”
“Oh,” Lando says, perking up. “I love a cuppa. Do you have milk and sugar?”
Oscar does. He also held a ten minute rant last week to Logan about why he hates people who muddle the subtle flavors of tea with milk and sugar. But like. That was last week. People change opinions all the time. “Sure, yeah, give me a sec, will you?”
“Take all the time you need,” Lando says, plonking himself down on one of the chairs nearest to the counter. “Alex is paying me by the hour, so.”
Oscar laughs, and goes to make Lando a cup of tea. Lando, meanwhile, keeps up a rather steady stream of chatter, like he’s known Oscar all his life. Like they’re just two old friends, catching up. Like they do this all the time.
By the time Lando leaves, there’s three empty cups on the table in front of him, and a napkin with his phone number on it is safely tucked away in the front pocket of Oscar’s apron.
i wanted to ask if you made any progress on that fic...... you talked about....... a few months ago............ about a very sexy very hot very flirty tattoo artist lando............ and an ink-virgin oscar willing to try on a slightly unleashed night..................... yk whatever even if it's a flashing thought maybe you didnt even think about it at all idk but. well. there you go :)
Hellloooooo love!!!
Oh my god I haven’t gotten a chance to start writing this, but P L E A S E know it’s still something I think about quite often. I think it’ll probably be the Next Big Project I choose to undertake once I get a few more of these massive fucking WIPs completed.
I literally cannot stop thinking about it.
I have visions of the shop being a loft style, with lando’s work station up in the second level and everyone else down below — he gets too distracted to work with the rest of the group. It would feel so weirdly intimate for Oscar, like no one can hear them or see them and it’s somehow so private despite fully being. Not. Idk the vibes could be so oscillating in the best way ((lando whispering to him then yelling down the stairs to Alex in the next breath, etc.)).
I also keep thinking about like…. The music in the shop? Like how it will vary drastically when Oscar drops by, because it depends on whose day it was to choose. The first day is very drum and bass, lando’s day. Maybe the next is like, full on thrash metal? And Oscar’s very ???? and lando’s like “oh, yeah, it was yuki’s day to pick and he’s pretty weird about it.”. Then, in the distance, we hear yuki yell “IT’S SO I CANT HEAR YOU FUCKING TALKING ALL DAY”.
Godddddddd there would be so many fun dynamics to explore, very “you bring me closer to god” material in that way.
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