Lando is the older driver. The car is almost fast. They get better, eventually.
And through it all, there is something underneath every conversation, at every track, and in hotel rooms that Lando can ignore--until he can't.
aka 30k words of emotional slow burn
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82836021
a little excerpt below
i hope you like it if you read it!! lmk your thoughts
Lando hits the sidewalk and just starts walking. He doesn’t really have a plan, and didn’t even bring any headphones. He’s just walking.
He hears the cars driving past. The air is nice on his skin, cool. The sun is starting to set.
If he listened hard enough, he’s sure he’d be able to hear the harbor. Can almost smell the sea from here.
He turns a few times down familiar streets and alleyways. He stops at a corner, waits to cross, and looks around.
This area is definitely recognizable. Lando is sure he’s been here before, but can’t quite put his finger on it.
He crosses the street and turns again, toward a building a little off the path.
Ah.
He’s walked to Oscar’s apartment building.
His shoulders relax slightly, and he rolls them twice.
Well, he thinks, I guess this is what happens when there is no plan.
There are worse places he could have ended up, he reckons.
He studies the building for a moment, tilting his head, considering.
Lando could text Oscar to see if he’s home and up for some company, since he’s already here. He checks his phone for the time. It’s not even late; there’s almost no way Oscar is already asleep. If he were Lando would make fun of him for a few weeks at least.
Could just buzz his place, too. But that seems kind of weird—or rude—to just show up and start buzzing people without warning.
He turns his head to look down the street where he came from. Lando could always just… go home. It’s not like he needs to bother Oscar with anything right now.
He turns back toward the building and sees someone turn the other corner from behind the building, running toward him.
It’s Oscar.
Lando feels his shoulders relax more, jaw unclenching where he didn’t even realize it was.
The Aussie is clearly just now coming back from a run, headphones in and running shorts and shoes on. His face is still slightly flushed.
Oscar slows as he gets closer, smiling and waving at Lando. He reaches up to turn off his music and take out his headphones.
“Hey,” Oscar says as he stops in front of Lando.
“Alright, Osc?” Lando chirps.
“I was just about to text you, actually,” Oscar says, easily.
Lando blinks. “Was just out for a walk,” he explains, waving a hand vaguely behind him.
“Cool,” Oscar shrugs. “Happy accident, then. Want to come up?”
“Yeah, alright,” Lando says, a small smile tugging at his lips.
i just posted my A) first ever fic which was B) my first landoscar fic that i ever wrote.
lando: obsessed with oscar. oscar: panicking. there's fluff and a little angst and comfort. below is a snippet! hope you enjoy :)
Oscar opens his mouth to say something else, and then—BANG.
The garage door slams open, startling them both. Lando lets go, spins, and glares at Max Fewtrell, who’s come barging in.
“Oi, mate! There you are! Been looking everywhere for you. Martin needs you. C’mon.”
Lando huffs, glances back at Oscar, and the disappointment flickers across his face for half a second.
“Yeah, no. Of course. Duty calls,” Oscar says, forcing a smile, toeing off his shoes.
Lando opens his mouth, starts to say something, then just smirks. He reaches back, cards his fingers through Oscar’s hair behind his ear—slow, familiar, impossible to resist—and winks before following Max into the house.
Oscar just stands there, heart hammering, blinking.
This is going to be a long night.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Oscar is fine, really. He doesn't need to be watched.
Lando is trying very hard to make sure that's true.
They figure it out anyway.
set immediately after I thought this was a relationship
“Osc,” he says, tapping his thumb. Oscar leans his head down so Lando can speak directly into his ear. “You’ll tell me if this is too much, yeah?”
Oscar leans back a hair to look at Lando’s face and smiles. “Yeah, of course,” he says, easy.
“Okay. Good.” Lando nods, turning back to Alex.
Oscar starts to turn toward Alex too, then hesitates. Oscar is fine. He’s great, even. He’s having fun. It’s loud and crowded, sure, but that’s just how these things go. It’s not too much.
But this is the third time Lando has checked in on him.
i just posted my A) first ever fic which was B) my first landoscar fic that i ever wrote.
lando: obsessed with oscar. oscar: panicking. there's fluff and a little angst and comfort. below is a snippet! hope you enjoy :)
Oscar opens his mouth to say something else, and then—BANG.
The garage door slams open, startling them both. Lando lets go, spins, and glares at Max Fewtrell, who’s come barging in.
“Oi, mate! There you are! Been looking everywhere for you. Martin needs you. C’mon.”
Lando huffs, glances back at Oscar, and the disappointment flickers across his face for half a second.
“Yeah, no. Of course. Duty calls,” Oscar says, forcing a smile, toeing off his shoes.
Lando opens his mouth, starts to say something, then just smirks. He reaches back, cards his fingers through Oscar’s hair behind his ear—slow, familiar, impossible to resist—and winks before following Max into the house.
Oscar just stands there, heart hammering, blinking.
This is going to be a long night.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
You know, I have nothing substantial to add to this thread, but did I just scroll all the way back through it TWICE to ensure that I’m adding something new that isn’t already there? YES I DID. So here’s my unsolicited contribution to H-A-N-D-S.
Here are all of my personal favorite pictures of Pedro’s HANDS because they’re shown next to objects that provide a scale comparison to really let you see how BIG THEY ARE 🥴🥴🥴
A book…
A laptop computer…
His passport…
And my all-time favorite, a 2-for-1 showing him holding his phone in his lap, and in his other hand, a motherfucking GRANDE Starbucks iced coffee…
LOL @driedgreentomatoes You like that, didya? I found that scientific analysis finally. And yes, I know you already had this tucked away somewhere but the people deserve to know!!!