64 + landoscar pretty please?? i truly think this could be a nyoomfruits drabble classic
64. “I heard Omegas like stuffed animals in their nest so I bought like, 30 for you.”
It’s so stupid, but Oscar has very quickly learned that when it comes to Lando Norris, he just can’t help himself.
It starts off so innocent too, just Lando complaining to Oscar during a particularly grueling weekend early on in the 2023 season, back when the car was still bad bad, that he couldn’t even properly nest because he left all of his stuffed animals at home, and apparently according to Lando, a proper next is not a proper next without at least one cuddly friend or two.
Oscar got him a simple teddy bear, that time. Saw it in the airport and bought it before he even fully realized what he was doing. For a split second he considered shoving it into his bag, pretending it never even happened, but before he could, Lando had already spotted him.
“Bought a friend, Oscar?” Lando had said, cocked head as he eyed the bear with curiosity.
“For you,” his stupid Alpha brain said, thrusting the bear forward before he could stop himself.
“Oh.” Lando’s face had been soft, taken off guard a little bit. “That’s. Thank you.”
“I know you can’t nest in the plane, but I thought it might help anyway,” Oscar had said, feeling a little stupid and like his feelings were written all over his fucking face.
But Lando had just taken the bear carefully and had smiled softly at it. “Yeah, no, cheer mate. ‘Preciate it.”
“Any time,” Oscar had said, something deep inside him settling contently as he watched Lando hug the bear closer to his chest.
And he’d really meant that, apparently. The ‘any time’. Carries a stuffed animal in his backpack every race weekend just in case. He gets sneakier about giving them to Lando though, doesn’t want him to think he doesn’t trust Lando’s ability to take care of himself, but. He wants to see Lando happy more than anything.
So whenever Lando forgets to bring a stuffed animal for his nest, which is starting to happen more and more often, he sneaks one into his drivers room, or his backpack, or one time even into his garage, leaving one of his mechanics to find it.
And it’s great. It’s perfect. Lando seems none the wiser and Oscar has a happy, satisfied Omega. Or, well, he doesn’t have him, not like that, but it’s enough, just watching Lando’s shoulders relax or the smile on his face on those particularly grueling weekends. Knowing he helped, in a way.
Until he gets caught red handed.
“So,” Lando says, leaning against the doorway, amused look on his face as the watched Oscar gently place a stuffed turtle between the couch cushions. “Are we finally talking about it?”
Oscar freezes. “I wasn’t- This isn’t- I’m not- You just said, that one time, you liked having them for your nest, and then I got you that one and you liked it and then I just kept buying them, I never wanted to- Fuck, I’m really sorry.
“Don’t be,” Lando says, pushing off the doorway and walking towards Oscar slowly. “They smell like you,” he confesses. And the implication hits Oscar hard. He’s known. He has known this whole time. “It’s part of the appeal, really.”
“I- oh.”
“Yeah,” Lando says, smiling a little bashfully now. “You know, some Omegas consider stuffed animals courting gifts.
Oscar swallows. Dares not to get his hopes up. “Do you?”
Lando reaches forward, runs his finger over the head of the turtle. “Depends on the Alpha’s intentions,” he says.
“I just want you to be happy,” Oscar blurts.
Lando straightens up, smiles softly at him. “Then yes, Oscar. I consider them courting gifts.”
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