Been thinkings thoughts about domestic Landoscar post season before their winter break plans. So just walk with me for a second.
“God Osc, so needy, whining so much over a few kisses.” Lando breathes out unlatching his mouth from Oscar’s chest and resting his chin against his sternum. He’s looking up at Oscar through his lashes. Oscar whose head is tilted back dangling weightless. Oscar whose knuckles are turning white where he’s gripping the edge of the dining table Lando leaned him back against. Oscar whose mouth is slightly parted in a silent moan. His Oscar.
Oscar only groans in response, the hand in Lando’s hair yanking him forward again. Lando hums but goes willingly kissing the soft pale skin between his tits. He glides one of his hands from Oscar’s waist up reaching for his nipple to give it a sharp tug. Oscar whines, knees buckling a little in response. “Stop fucking teasing Lan” he manages to pant out voice rough as sleep still clings to it.
Lando hums against his skin not pulling back just moving along his chest sucking and biting gently. He kisses his way down Oscar’s sternum sucking sharply when he reaches the base. Oscar cries out, the hand in landos hair tightening; unsure whether to pull him closer or push him back. He does neither, Lando pulls back himself with a loud pop that echos through the room and leans back in his chair to admire his work.
“Mhmm.” He hums, after a pause he adds, “Osc, look.” His eyes are glued to his chest, the mark right in the middle of it. His voice is ragged and rough on the vowels. He brings a finger up to trace the bruising, pressing slightly at the bottom of the mark. Oscar makes a non committal hum, but opens his eyes slowly, bowing his head to look at Lando first, then slowly tipping his head further following Lando’s gaze.
It takes him a second but recognition sobers him from his previously horny thoughts. “Lando did you just give me a fucking hickey in the shape of your number?” He moves the hand from Lando’s hair to shove his shoulder. He frowns a little trying to get a better look at the mark.
Lando grins up at him, the hands still resting against Oscar’s waist squeezing affectionately. It’s a toothy grin, the kind Oscar can never truly be angry at for longer than a second. Oscar folds immediately laughing at the absurdity of Lando’s actions.
Oscar puts up a fuss about it for the rest of the day. Complaining about how he’s going to hide it, that he’ll be on the beach in less than a week and there’s no way someone won’t notice, that it’s going to start at least four rumours before testing starts at the end of January. It’s only later while getting ready for bed that he’s stopped complaining. It’s the last time they’ll be in the same place for a while; Lando leaves for his annual boys skiing trip in the morning and Oscar’s got a flight back home in the afternoon. It’s then that Lando notices Oscar brushing his forefingers along the mark as he admires it in the mirror. He pushes off the door frame going to brush his own teeth.
Yeah, we’ll be ok he thinks to himself, leaning over to press a kiss on the back of Oscar’s shoulder while wetting his own toothbrush.
(This is the first fanfic/drabble/imagine I’ve ever written so please be nice. Let me know what you think!)
I have more thoughts on preseason / post break domestic landoscar.
Part two to this little fic I wrote. This one won't really make sense if you haven’t read it yet. Inspired by this post and the tags on this reblog.
Enjoy!
"Mhmm, missed you" Oscar mumbles into the side of Lando’s neck, arms looped around his middle. He's got them pressed against the now closed front door. Lando barely managed to put his bags down before he had been pulled into the hug. He lets out a laugh, tilting his head all the way back as he does.
"Did you somehow get needier in the three weeks I was gone, or have you always been this bad?" He jokes but brings his arms around Oscars shoulders anyways.
"Shut up." He murmurs punctuating it with a small nip to the base of Lando's neck. Lando lets out a surprised yelp but keeps laughing. He missed this too even if he hasn’t said it yet.
"Missed you too Osco." Lando's smile softens slightly the usual teasing put on hold to allow them this moment of vulnerability. He brings his hands to rest along Oscar's jaw thumb rubbing over his cheek bone absent mindedly.
"I really did," Oscar’s still mumbling and he can feel the blush creeping up his neck and along his cheeks, "miss you, I mean. I really missed you." The truth in it almost surprises him. They spent twenty odd weekends a year together for racing, and then almost every day between that in meetings, doing socials for the team, or whatever sponsor event they’re supposed to be attending. And on the rare off week they’re almost never apart these days. They're either playing paddle with friends or glued to each other's side while at home.
They stay like that for a while, bundled up in each other’s warmth, it's familiar and feels more like home than their apartment ever has.
Lando eventually drops his head forward into Oscar's shoulder letting out a groan. "I need a shower." It's all mumbled and Oscar can barely make out the words.
After a second he adds, "Join me? You can finally get me back for that little number before 'stralia." He's grinning even wider than he was before, his eyes crinkling around the edges. The teasing is fully evident but there's something softer underneath though. The silent I missed you too, I want to be with you right now.
"If you think you're getting any after the amount of twitter madness you created with that, mate," He doesn’t finish the sentence, just shakes his head knowingly. He does his best to sound like he actually means it, like he’s actually upset about it. They both know he isn’t. Far from it really.
"Gotta show ‘em who you belong to, no?" He shrugs, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.
“Go shower.” Oscar mumbles in lieu of a response, frowning slightly as he does. “Dinner’ll be ready when you’re out.” With that he steps back, grabs the handle of Lando’s suitcase, wheels it down the hall, and leaves Lando standing there wondering what the hellhe did wrong.
Just as Oscar promised dinner is ready by the time Lando emerges an hour later. His hair’s dripping and his sweat pants are sitting obscenely low on his hips. He pads into the kitchen quietly wrapping his arms around Oscar’s waist from behind and buries his head between his shoulder blades.
“‘m sorry. Was a shit thing to say. You don’t belong to anyone, you’re your own person. Clearly wasn’t thinking.” He mumbles it into Oscar’s shirt and squeezes his arms hoping Oscar understands how much he means it. How much he means to him.
“‘S alright,” Oscar he replies, hand slipping down to squeeze Lando’s wrist. “Don’t really mind the weird claiming thing you’ve got going on lately. Was just fucking hungry is all. If I let you keep it up we’d only be eating by midnight.”
“What the hell Osc, had me stressed about nothing for the last hour.” He shrieks in mock outrage, not hurt but definitely not happy about it either. “You’re probably into it, you freak. Had to run off and hide your boner or something, is that it?” He jokes trying to ease the tension.
“Fuck off,” he scoffs, moving back to their dinner.
He tries not to think about it. About how many times he traced that mark when he was alone in bed. Tries not to think about how good it looked against his skin. How much he liked carrying around a piece of Lando everywhere he went. And he definitely tries not to think about how much he wants to do the same. How much he wants to see Lando with a twin marking to his. How good an 81 would look against Lando’s tanned skin.
“Oh my god you are!” He’s laughing now, a proper full body laugh. “Want me to stake my claim? Tell anyone who’s ever looked at you to fuck off cause you’re mine?”
“Lando.” It’s a weak protest, he knows it. Lando’s turned him around now, got him backed against the counter like he’s going to do it right here right now. It’s oddly reminiscent of where they were about a month ago. “Just. Eat your dinner, mate.” He mumbles, shaking his head before slipping away from him with their plates in hand making a break for the dining table.
Dinner is relatively tame, all things considered. They swap holiday stories, seamlessly transitioning between topics and each other’s moments. Somewhere between Oscar’s recount of the horrendous gag gifts his sisters got him for Christmas, and the story of how Lando ‘accidently’ gave himself an eyebrow slit they had moved to the lounge. Oscar’s got his head in the crook of Lando’s neck while he tells him about the Caribbean and all the golf he and max managed to fit in. It’s soothing, just being with each other, finally managing to sync back into their dynamic.
Lando’s talking about some impossible shot he managed to save from a bunker when Oscar starts leaving kisses along his collarbone. He squeezes tighter pulling him in but doesn’t stop talking while he does. Oscar doesn’t stop either, just hums every now and then to keep up the illusion that he’s paying attention. Lando knows he’s not listening but keeps talking anyways, he knows Oscar will stop him if he’s really sick of it.
“Ngh, Osc,” he groans, bucking his hips up when Oscar’s kisses turn from innocent to insatiable. “Knew you couldn’t resist forever. You always cave so quickly. Don’t even have to do anything and you’re worked up.” He’s teasing, chatting shit, doesn’t mean half of it. He knows Oscar can be just as big of a tease as him when he wants to be. But he also knows what to say to get him riled up anyways.
Oscar doesn’t reply, he’s too focused on what he’s doing with mechanical precision he usually reserves for driving. He bites and sucks gently into the soft skin by Lando’s neck. He works slowly, tilting his head every few bites and licks, he doesn’t stay on one spot for long.
“Huh, you really did miss me, didn’t you?” Lando says it like it’s divine revelation, like something truly unexpected.
“Yeah I really fucking did.” Oscar pulls his head back to look up at Lando. His eyes look darker than usual, his pupils blown out so wide they practically cover his iris. “So fucking much Lan.” It’s mumbled against Lando’s lips as he pulls him up for a kiss. It’s heavy and rough, and the only split when the danger of passing out from lack of oxygen becomes real. Even then they’re still attached, leaning into each other.
“Let’s move to the room, yeah?” It’s all Lando manages to get out before he’s being manhandled down the hall and tossed onto their bed.
It’s afterwards, when they’re laying tangled in the sheets fighting off sleep to be in this moment together for longer, that Lando says it, “I missed you too, you know. A lot. Summer break you’re coming with me. Don’t care how many rumours it starts. I love you, and I want you there with me.” He pulls him in further like he’s afraid the moment will disappear.
“We’ll figure it out, Lan. We always do.” Oscar manages to mumble it into his pillow, losing the battle to sleep. “Oh, you might want to pack a scarf or something for MTC on Monday.”
He frowns and turns to face him. “What the hell did you do Oscar?” The concern is evident, he knows Oscar’s a tease just like him, loves that about him even. Which is why he knows Oscar’s gone and done something just as ridiculous as he did to him. The only reply he receives is the soft evened out breathing of a very much asleep Oscar.
The next morning Lando wakes up to find a blotchy 81 sucked into the side of his neck. He puts up a fuss about hiding it, the same way Oscar did all those weeks ago. And just like Oscar he traces his fingers along it while brushing his teeth later that evening admiring it.
It’s perfect, he thinks, definitely worth the suspicious amount of turtle necks I’ll be wearing for the next week.
(Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think!)
Thinking thoughts about landoscar after that double podium, so have this mini blurb
Outside, the wind howls, rain pattering against the window as the rain starts to really set in for the evening. Their flight, usually immediately after the race finishes, had been moved to the morning — all flights grounded due to the weather.
Oscar sighs, resting his head against the junction of Lando's shoulder. He brings his hand up to rest against Lando’s chest, tracing lazy patterns against his skin — blobs that are suspiciously shaped like the miami track.
Above him, Lando's monologuing; giving him a play by play of his race, right from turn 1 to the checked flag. Oscar listens attentively, chiming in with his own commentary when appropriate.
It's completely animated yet lazy in a balance they've mastered over the years. Sentences go half finished because the other just gets it. There's more hums and nods than actual words, because, well, it's not necessary. Lando starts a sentence and Oscar knows what he means before he's even half way through it.
Somewhere in the beautiful chaos of it, they start to bleed together, hums and yeahs becoming indistinguishable from one another. Hand gestures mirroring one another as they illustrate differnt thoughts.
It goes on for ages, shifting through topics naturally. Thoughts sitting half spoken yet fully interpreted.
Eventually, Oscar yawns, his fingers twitching against Lando’s skin mid sentence. He does his best to stiffle it, far too invested in finishing his point about how the car feels with the new upgrades.
Lando laughs lightly, soft and a little breathless, squeezing Oscar as he turns off the lights. Oscar keeps talking, adamant on ignoring the exhaustion seeping in.
Somewhere between talking about the suspension changes and the difference in the side paneling his words start to slur, syllables catching on one another as he fights off sleep. A loosing battle really.
Within minutes he's out cold, cheek squished into Lando's chest while his fingers fall flat, his breathing soft and even.
Lando smiles, kissing the crown of his head as he drifts off as well.
Outside, the thunder rumbles over them, chaos in comparison to the soft scene within their hotel room.
Also check out the domestic landoscar collection that this is part of here!
star's notes — sneaky mention of my favourite headcanon which has been all over the dash recently (tracing tracks on each other’s skin without intending to). Also don't let the fluff fool you, they definetly fucked nasty right before this. This is just their pillow talk – cars and racing.
I've been trying to write this as a drabble for days now but my brain refuses to co operate so have some headcannons instead
Inspired by 2 main things:
Landoscar continuously using the same songs in their photo dumps
And also, the real person fact that Lando plays music loud enough for Oscar to hear it from his drivers room.
Oscar jokingly starts sending song requests to Lando when he's playing his music very loud while they're in their drivers rooms. He doesn't think much of it until he notices that Lando does actually start playing some of the songs.
After a few months of this Lando starts a Spotify jam for whenever they're at the track because it's "easier than manually adding all of Oscar's song requests."
Once Spotify adds that joint playlist feature that shows you your compatability scores Lando insists they do it. They end up having a fairly high score (85%) considering Lando listens to everything and Oscar mostly sticks to house and the adjacent genres.
After Lando complains about how inaccurate the Spotify generated playlist is he starts a regular shared playlist which gets played before sessions and whenever they're together.
Slowly as they become closer and more comfortable with each other, the privacy door that separates their drivers room starts getting left open while they're in there, turning it into one big shared space. The excuse Oscar uses is, "it's easier to hear the music without the door blocking it." It's a lie, but Lando doesn't say anything about it.
When they do stuff individually they both find themselves instinctively turning on the shared playlist. Going on a run / doing a gym session? Driving to and from the factory? Sitting around at home? You best believe that playlist is on in the background.
^ Also on this, they start using the playlist as a way to feel closer to each other away from race weekends / during breaks. To be point where their friends start noticing the differnce in their music taste. Lando starts listening to house more often than other genres, and Oscar starts listening to a variety of genres instead of turning in the usual house playlist he's had for years. Yes they both get teased about it endlessly.
Overtime music becomes a form of communication for them.
When they're old and grey they start collecting records, CDs, mixtapes, etc. They keep their collection in the living room and also have a really cool set up for it.
Every morning they have breakfast together and alternate who gets to choose the record that gets played that morning.
He glances back towards Oscar who’s still on his phone. Probably sending Lando reels right now.
Lando thinks about all the times Oscar’s sat in with him simply doing his own thing while he games. Last night he was reading, some mindless contemporary novel he got from one of his sisters. The night before that, he was clearing out his personal inbox. Sometime last week he took a nap on the couch next to him, letting his foot rest next to Lando’s lap for most of it.
Lando smile at the thought. He likes that Oscar’s always there even if he’s not involved in what Lando’s doing. He likes just having him close and the calm he brings with.
or Lando's canonically bad coms while gaming and the explanation I've come up with to justify it
stars notes — this was origanally supposed to be a drabble based of this! post by the wonderful @f1watch and the comments however it very quickly got derailed and suddenly became it’s own thing. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, if you choose to indulge
Max stares back at him, chopsticks loose between his fingers, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his lips. The same incredulous look in his eyes he had the first time he saw Oscar rip a pack of Tim Tams open with his teeth because he couldn't be bothered to get scissors, which were less a meter away.
“Nothing,” he says on, words half formed around a laugh, waving his hand in dismissal. “Can’t shoot a guy 2 meters in front of you, can’t use chopsticks. What can you do?”
“Could ask you out in Japanese if you want.” Oscar teases, staring up at Max through his eyelashes.
or Oscar’s really bad at using chopsticks, Max helps.
stars notes — this is honestly not my best writting but it’s been spinning in my head for the last week since i watched some old oscar and max interviews from their f3 days. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writting it, if you choose to indulge.
It’s nearing midnight when Lando hears the floorboards outside their bedroom door creak, tiny footsteps pattering down the hallway and pausing on the other side of the door. Slowly, with the care only a four year old can muster, the door pushes open.
Lando glances up from his book, glasses slipping down to the tip of his nose as Bruce steps inside, hovering at the threshold.
“Hey bud,” he leans forward as Bruce steps closer. “What’s wrong?”
or a stormy night in the Piastri-Norris household.
star’s notes — pure domestic fluff heavily inspired by Bruce the Tamagotchi but also the rainy weather where I am. I also rewatched Ponyo the other day and desperately needed some kid-fic fluff afterwards. This was honestly just an excuse to write tender parents landoscar, because they are very dear to me. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, if you choose to indulge.
Lando Norris / Oscar Piastri | Domestic Landoscar Anthology | 1.1 k
The first thing Oscar feels when he stirs is the sun kissing his shoulders. Rays peaking through the open windows, heat dancing along his freckled skin.
Second, is soft kitten breaths against the back of his neck, Lando nosing the hairs at his nape, breath fanning over his skin with every even exhale.
or soft, lazy, spring mornings with landoscar.
star’s notes — I am currently mourning spring as I go into autum :/ so I let landoscar have a soft, sleepy, spring morning instead of crying about it. loosely inspired by the “we go to the same bakery” clip and my general pastry cravings. set in the domestic landoscar verse, and is just pure fluff. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writting it, if you choose to indulge.
