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Lando: Come on, Oscar, let's play hide'n'seek!

Oscar: Alright, you hide first

Oscar: *Counts to 20*

Oscar: *Clears troath* I threw a wish in the well-

Lando, jumping out from behind the curtain: DON'T ASK ME I'LL NEVER TELL, I LOOKED AT YOU AS IT FELL, AND NOW YOU'RE IN MY WAY!

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“they’re queerbait this, they’re not canon that” they’re whatever i want them to be on ao3 actually

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osctober day thirty one

prompt: halloween pairing: lando/oscar word count: 1200w

“Lando,” Oscar says, when he makes his way into the living room to drop his work bag next to the couch. “Why is my baby dressed as a pumpkin?”

Becca is in her little baby playpen banging a few blocks together, dressed in a felt pumpkin suit. There’s even a little hat with a stalk on top perched on her little blond curls. “Da,” she says, when she spots Oscar.

“Hi love,” Oscar says, picking her up and snuggling her closing, earning him another, more decisive “Da!”

“Oscar!” Lando says, appearing from the kitchen. “I can explain.”

Oscar raises an eyebrow, putting his daughter back down. “Can you?”

Lando bites at his lip. He has a spatula in hand, which means he’s attempting to cook dinner again, which means Oscar needs to make this as short as possible so he can make his way into the kitchen and salvage whatever is going on there.

“It’s Halloween?” Lando eventually settles on. “And like. I don’t. I’m not overstepping, or like, I don’t want to overstep, but I just thought. It’s her first you know. I think she should go out trick or treating.”

“She’s fourteen months,” Oscar states, but he’s mostly amused.

“Yeah? So? It’s Halloween, Oscar,” Lando says. Something in the kitchen beeps, and Lando quietly curses under his breath, making his way in there. Oscar throws one last look to Becca, who’s gone back to banging blocks together, and follows Lando into the kitchen.

“Maybe it’s time to revoke your babysitting privileges,” Oscar says, leaning against the doorway and watching Lando flit through the kitchen. There’s a pasta sauce bubbling away in a pot, next to one filled with pasta. It doesn’t seem disastrous yet, so Oscar’s happy to lean back and watch.

“Oh, please,” Lando says. “You would die without you convenient next door neighbor who works from home and loves your kid and is therefor willing to watch her whenever you need someone.”

Unfortunately, this is true. For reasons other than just the convenience, too. Like the way Lando smiles at him sometimes. Or the way Lando’s eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Embarrassing stuff like that.

“You really want to go trick or treating with her?” Oscar asks.

“We are going trick or treating with her,” Lando says, grinning at Oscar, clearly feeling like he’s won something here. “I have matching outfits.”

The matching outfits, thankfully, are just headbands with little pumpkins on bouncy springs. Oscar is pretty sure he looks ridiculous, especially next to Lando, who somehow makes the damned things look cute.

There really is no going back now, so after they finish their pasta, they put Becca’s coat on under her little pumpkin suit, don their stupid little headbands, and head to their first house.

Which is when things get kind of. Weird.

“Oh, your family is so cute,” The first lady says, as she deposits a few pieces of candy in the little bag Lando is holding. “Reminds me of my own daughter and her husband. Precious. Have a good night.”

“Uh,” Lando says, but she’s already closing the door.

Oscar adjusts Becca on his hip, mostly so he kind hide the blush on his face. “On to the next one?” He says quickly, mostly hoping that means Lando won’t bring it up.

“Yeah,” Lando says, still staring at the now closed door. “Yeah, next one.”

But at the next one, roughly the same thing happens. And the Next one. And the next one.

Oscar is coping with this wonderfully, mostly by pretending none of this is happening and no one is actually confusing them for some kind of cute young family rather than for what they are, which is two totally platonic neighbors who are friends who are trick or treating with one of the neighbors kids.

It’s going swimmingly, if he says so himself, even though is heart aches at the thought. Becca, entire unaware, babbles happily in his arms and tries to grab at the pumpkins on his headband.

Lando is quiet, too, doesn’t say anything, doesn’t correct anyone and that’s. Something, right? Nothing, for sure. But.

But.

Except then he does say something, when an young mom smiles at them and says, “Oh, what an adorable little family you have. My kid is her age, too. It’s the best, isn’t it?”

“We aren’t-“ Lando blurts, a little too loud, making Becca startle a little as she looks at him with wide eyes. “A family. I’m just. We’re not. Together. That’s his kid. She’s not. She’s not mine.”

Oscar doubts that. Becca thinks the sun shines out of Lando’s ass on most days. She’s just as much Lando’s as she is Oscar’s, but that’s. That’s dangerous territory, he thinks.

“Oh,” the woman says, a little taken aback. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Lando says, smiles tiredly. It must’ve been bothering him more than Oscar thought. Oscar tries not to be too hurt about that. “Have a good night,” he says, and stalks off the porch.

“You too?” The lady says, but Lando’s already gone. Oscar smiles awkwardly at her, and then follows Lando as quickly as he can with Becca in his arms.

“Hey,” he says, when he catches up.

“Hey,” Lando says, not looking at him, setting a pretty brutal pace. “Let’s go back to the apartments, yeah?”

“Okay,” Oscar says, noting how he says apartments, plural. Nothing how he doesn’t say home.

They walk in silence, for a bit, Becca dozing off on Oscar’s shoulder, before Lanod finally speaks again.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what,” Oscar says, confused. He doesn’t think Lando has anything to apologize for. If he’s uncomfortable being linked to Oscar as a husband, that’s. I mean. He’s allowed to feel those feelings, even if they hurt.

“I just. I’ve been inserting myself in Becca’s life, in your life, and this should have been a cute little milestone, her first Halloween, and instead you spend the whole time listening to people thinking we’re like, what. Together?” Lando is still not looking at him, aggressively biting at his lip.

Oscar takes a moment, unpacks everything Lando’s just said, tries to think of the right thing to say. Eventually he settles on. “We wouldn’t have had Becca’s first Halloween if not for you.”

When Lando finally turns to look at him, if only to send him a confused look, Oscar continues. “You got her the outfit. You got the headbands. I was just going to spend the night inside giving candy away to kids, but you made it special. So you’re not inserting yourself. If anything, I think you’re making her life much, much better.” And then, because he feels like it’s important Lando knows, even though it will probably not lead anywhere, “Also I don’t mind. When people think we’re together.”

“Oh,” Lando says. “You don’t? I mean. I don’t, either.” They’ve stopped, in the middle of the walkway, staring at each other over Becca’s head.

“Good? That’s. That’s good,” Oscar says, a little unsure all of a sudden. If this means what he thinks it means…

“Oh fudge it,” Lando says, and leans forward, softly presses his lips to Oscar’s. It’s a little awkward, with Becca still snoozing happily between them, but it’s the most perfect kiss Oscar’s ever gotten. When Lando pulls away, he’s smiling, a smile Oscar is sure is mirrored on his own face. “Let’s go home, yeah?” He says.

“Home,” Lando says, nods. Shakes his head like he can’t quite believe it.

They can’t hold hands, because Oscar’s are still occupied, but Lando’s hand finds a place at the small of his back, and that’s just as magical, Oscar thinks, as they slowly start making their way home.

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maybe your fanfic doesn’t have to change someone’s life maybe it can just brighten someone’s day for a bit

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i really like ur landoscar so,, lando and oscar texts after oscar's succesful debut on lando's stream

i hope this is sort of what you had in mind... god i can't wait till these two sort their shit out they make me smile <3 thank you for suggesting this for the ccc snippet prompts

Oscar sorry about earlier 

didn’t realise you were streaming 

Lando its fine

not like it was a surprise that im dating someone

Oscar I hope no one was weird about it

is that something people are weird about?

Lando uh

depends what u mean by wierd

Oscar wait why 

were they weird?

Lando no no 

i dunno 

ur like a inigma in my chat 

Oscar wait what?

Lando their kinda obsessed with u 

Oscar me?

why?

Lando uh 

i guess i mention u sometimes 

Oscar yeah?

Lando yeah 

Oscar you’re being so evasive about this 

I’m curious 

going to watch the stream vod now 

Lando noooooo 

donr do that

Oscar I’m sure it’s not that bad 

Lando its embarrassing

for me 

Oscar okay well now I’m definitely watching 

Lando ugh

i hate u 

just dont like laugh at me 

Oscar I would never 

Lando literally a lie but sure 

Oscar huh

“is that mystery smile man?” 

what does that mean?

Lando nothing 

dont worry about it 

Oscar “I can’t believe the smile is even bigger when he’s there” 

what are they talking about? 

Lando its nothinggggggg

Oscar please?

Lando no

ugh 

fine 

my chat has been teasing me for months about the mystery guy that i text on stream sometimes 

Oscar go on…

Lando i guess i have like 

a specific smile i do when im texting you

and chat noticed 

Oscar oh 

that’s 

really cute 

Lando shut up 

Oscar wait months?

Lando um

Oscar we’ve not even been dating for a month yet 

Lando yeah

funny that 

Oscar oh my god 

we’re both really idiots aren’t we

Lando a bit 

Oscar stay there I’m coming to kiss you 

Lando okay ❤️

yay ❤️

Oscar you’re an idiot 

omw

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i dont exactly celebrate halloween but i am definitely hopping on the trick or treat bandwagon ~29

thankfully, treat or treat is a state of mind -- it transcends halloween!!!!!!!!

Simple as, I'm running out of things to put in these hahahhaha so uh. Please have another snippet from the Driver Oscar x Actor Lando PR relationship WIP that i refuse to abandon! this time: their "first" meeting

Lando decides to move on his own while the managers get settled, discussing whatever it is managers do. He steps towards Oscar with a bright smile, encroaching on his space to stand behind him. “Long time, Osc. Didn’t realize your home turf was on, well, mine.” Oscar blinks up at him, face unreadable. “You’re British? What’s wrong with your accent?” Lando blinks back at him, smile frozen. “Y’said that the first time we met.”  “Oh.” Max and Mark’s conversation comes to an abrupt end from where they’re seated. The silence stretches between them, eye-contact unwavering. “When was that?” “Seriously?” Oscar doesn’t even flinch at his tone, and Lando can’t seem to find a single word to say that’s even remotely appropriate for a business meeting. And so they stare, Lando's face stuck in a cross between media-ready and pre-murderous, and Oscar… Oscar.  The door opens.  “Sorry I’m late, team. Call with the missus went long.” Jarringly American; Lando knows it’s Zak Brown.  “No worries,” Lando says, moving away from Oscar and his stupid, clueless, big brown eyes. “We were just doing introductions. Again.” He finishes pointedly as he sits down next to Max.  “Perfect,” Zak smiles, clearly missing Lando’s subtle jibe. “Figure we’re all on the same page, but let me be clear. Our Oscar’s winning trophies but not hearts,” He gives Oscar a look that makes Lando think he’s said that exact line before. Maybe he was proud of it, too, thought it made him sound smart. “And Lando, you’re great. People like you, I’m a big fan, but –” “Bit of a slag, huh.” Lando cuts him off with a grin, looking over at Oscar to watch his reaction. Or lack thereof. Max kicks him under the table.

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afterglow foretold

osctober day 30: afterglow

sebmark, landoscar, winter break

Oscar has always known Mark sees more than Lando-and-Oscar. He sees Seb-and-Mark. He sees the young rocket whose name is synonymous with their team, whose career is connected to the number 4, who the media loves to hate and hates to love, who really is so far removed from Lando, but Oscar and Mark aren't.

It didn't have to be Lando. It's everyone who'll drive next to Oscar. It didn't help though, that it's Lando. Oscar's dreams looked a lot like Lando back then.

Mark tells him to be careful, traces old tricks over new tracks for Oscar. When Seb and I crashed, Seb used to, Seb did this, Seb would, Seb.

Oscar doesn't know if Mark realizes it's always Seb, never Sebastian nor Vettel nor any of the horrible names they used to call each other.

At the end of his second year in F1, Oscar witnessed Seb and I firsthand.

Mark pulls Oscar out of his lazy winter break routine, sends him the pin for a random area in Melbourne. He instructs Oscar to wear “inconspicuous” clothes. Lando has always judged Oscar's style for being boring, which means Oscar doesn't think much when he throws together a plain shirt and black shorts. He leaves his favorite McLaren hat behind.

When Oscar shows up, Mark promptly shoves a pair of sunglasses on his head and tells him to blend in. Easy, actually, because there's a crowd in hats and shades, waiting for the bike race to end.

Mark's disguise, by the way, is worse.

“It's winter break,” Oscar deadpans. Even he's had enough of racing. He hasn't returned any texts from the drivers. Alex learns he's no longer in Monaco from Twitter.

Mark points at the banner. “It's for charity.”

Correction: it's for Seb.

They watch Seb cross the line, head tilted back and laughing. The sun is behind him, and he is glowing.

Mark never showed this side of his life to Oscar before. He knows what people say, all the lessons they expect Oscar has learned at this point. It's partly true, but there's still a whole other part Oscar has never seen. Until now.

Maybe Mark's able to show Oscar more of it— more of him and Seb —because Oscar now understands. He's got Lando.

Oscar finds himself smiling, finds himself calling Lando halfway across the world.

It's early morning wherever Lando is, and his nose is covered in glitter.

“I'll drop by next week,” Lando says. His voice is scratchy and real.

“Will you?”

“Sure. ‘Course. If you'll have me, Osc.”

They've done this dance before, ran this joke down to the ground. Oscar still laughs.

Lando's with his crew. He'll visit Daniel first. He's out partying with both Maxes, and he ran into Charles somewhere up in the mountains. But alright, Oscar will take it for what it is.

The call lasts three minutes. Lando's signal is horrible, and Oscar doesn't need Mark explaining to him the delicate balance of teammate dynamics.

Oscar misses Lando more afterwards.

When Mark coaches Oscar, making sure no clause in his contract will fuck him over, pulling apart rules of engagement, Oscar wonders who Seb is and who Mark is in Lando-and-Oscar. Who Mark sees him as, who he expects him to be, who he wants him to be.

Some years in the future, they'll be fine. Like Seb and Mark. They're taking a picture now, Seb's medal in between them.

It also means that first things first, Lando and Oscar are barrelling towards something that will ruin them. They already have, sort of.

But there's the after— and the after is worth it. Mark tells him that, too.

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the mclaren orange always reminds me of traffic cones, so here’s oscar and lando as traffic cones for halloween !

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it's okay oscar i look at lando like that too

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osctober day twenty seven

prompt: teeth pairing: lando/oscar word count: 665 a/n: set in the single dad!lando/engineer!oscar universe. you can find more of this universe here and here

“Alright, kiddo, time to brush your teeth.” Oscar’s voice filters through the open door of the bathroom as Lando makes his way into their hotel room. He was running late, and he’s glad Oscar had the time to get Evelyn to the hotel room and to bed as quickly as possible. They try to maintain some kind of semblance of normalcy and structure in Evelyn’s day to day life, but it’s hard, sometimes.

“Dad says that if I brush my teeth every day that they will turn pearly white and the sun will reflect off of them,” Evelyn says, voice turning up in excitement in the end, and Lando grins as he drops his bag on the couch in the middle of the hotel room, pictures her facial expression, eyes no doubt big in wonder.

“Well, I’m not sure that’s possible,” Oscar says. “But we can try?”

“Trying is important,” Evelyn says sagely. “Oscar, can I ask a question?”

“Sure, Eve, always,” Oscar replies. Lando’s on the brink of making his presence known, moving towards the bathroom, but something withholds him. Curiosity, about what Evelyn will ask. About how Oscar will answer.

 “Who are you?”

“Ah,” Oscar says. “Well, I’m many things. Happy, for starters.” Lando’s heart does a little jump.

“No,” Evelyn says. “That’s not what I mean. I mean like. You are with dad, right? And you take care of me too, so. Are you also dad?”

“Oh,” Oscar says. “That’s a good question.”

They haven’t talked about this, not really. Sure, they talked about what it would mean, to be together, to raise Evelyn together, what their future would look like. But not this. Not if Evelyn should call Oscar dad, or papa, or whatever else. Lando bites his lip, goes to intervene, when Oscar speaks up again.

“Do you want me to be dad?” He asks.

“I don’t know,” Evelyn says, clearly deep in thought. “Can I try it?”

“Of course, bug,” Oscar says.

“Dad, can you please help me brush my teeth?” There’s a pause, and then. “No, no, no, that felt really weird.”

“Well, you don’t have to. You can call me whatever you want,” Oscar says.

Evelyn seems to think about this. “Can I just call you Oscar? But you are still my dad. But your dad name is just Oscar.”

“I think I can work with that, yeah,” Oscar says. “If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want,” Evelyn says decidedly. “Oscar, can you help me brush my teeth?”

“Always, kiddo,” Oscar says.

Deciding the moment must be over, Lando finally makes his presence known, steps into the bathroom, where Evelyn is trying to squeeze toothpaste onto the sparkly Disney princess toothbrush Oscar is holding out for her. “Hey,” he says.

“Dad!” Evelyn says, dropping the toothpaste in her haste to go hug Lando, letting it clatter down into the sink. Oscar picks it up with an amused look on his face as Lando pulls Evelyn into a hug, picking her up off the floor and giving her a little spin.

“Hey, love. Have you been good?”

“The bestest,” Evelyn says, as Lando carries her back over to the sink, leans over to press a soft kiss to Oscar’s lips. “Oscar and I have decided that you are dad and he is Oscar.”

Oscar meets his eyes over Evelyn’s head, a silent question presence in them. “That’s awesome,” Lando says, to Evelyn as much as to Oscar. “Alright, go let your Oscar help you with brushing your teeth. I’ll go read you a story later.”

“Yay,” Evelyn says, and then takes the toothbrush from Oscar’s hand. “I love you,” she says.

“Love you too,” Lando and Oscar say, at the exact same time. Their eyes meet again, over Evelyn’s head, and Lando smiles at Oscar, soft and fond, and hopes that it conveys everything he’s feeling about his little family right now. By the way Oscar smiles back, equally soft and fond, he thinks it does.

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They look like they are judging so bad

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timtams next to lando's headphones? hmmmm

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tagged by @lellabellas in the perpetual last line game (thankyouu)

this is the landoscar kid!fic that's been sitting in my drafts for months that i really need to get back to...... it has a plot and everything i just need to actually piece it together and it's clearly easier said than done, so here's a snippet of them being girl dads <3

Lando feels the soft fabric between his fingers and really tries not to overthink it. It's nearly impossible, not with the way Emma watches him do so and follows suit. Her little fingers pat the blanket, and the happy giggle she lets out has Oscar chuckling softly. "I was thinking of getting these made at some point but— these are perfect, thank you Osc." From where he's moved on to a game of peekaboo with Emma, Oscar hums.  "It's for personal reasons really, would be super motivating to see her in the garage," Oscar smirks, in his way that dances the line between stupid and charming. Lando's traitorous heart finds a perfect balance. "She might even help me out qualify you." "Excuse you." Lando gasps indignantly. "If she's gonna bring luck to anybody, it's going to be her dad." Oscar's laugh is immensely bright. "Well, in that case, I might just have to pull a Charles and adopt her then, won't I, Emma?" "Ba!"  Emma exclaims enthusiastically, right on cue, and it's enough to send Oscar doubling over in laughter.  Lando watches them with a soft smile, deliberately ignores the implications of that, and the way his heart suddenly feels two sizes bigger.

no pressure tags: @cx-boxbox @cretaceos @foggieststars and anyone else who wants to do this <3

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osctober day twenty one

prompt: bulletproof pairing: lando/oscar word count: 700w

“Well, I told him it was a bad idea,” Logan says, through the tinny speaker of Oscar’s phone, that’s propped up onto the kitchen island, against Oscar’s fruit bowl.

Bulletproof, nothing to loose

“But he did it anyway, because I don’t think he ever actually listens to anything I tell him,” Logan continues.

Fire away, fire away

“So he vaults off the Yacht, catches his foot on the railing, nearly brains himself on the hull, and then goes hurtling into the water.”

BULLETPROOF

“I dive in after, thinking he might be unconscious, I’m like, worried as shit and he just emerges, laughing his fucking ass off like nothing’s wrong.”

NOTHING TO LOOSE

“I mean, something was wrong, because like, he has this massive gash in his foot now, had to get a bunch of stitches, it was a whole deal, but the- Oscar? Are you even listening to me?”

FIRE AWAY, FIRE AWAAAAAAY

“Hm?” Oscar says.

“Oh, great,” Logan says. “Have I just been talking to myself for the past five minutes?”

“No,” Oscar says, putting his focus back on the phone, scooting closer so his own face fills the little screen at the bottom. “No, I’m listening.”

“Sure,” Logan says. “So what have I been telling you about?” Oscar pulls a face. Logan raises an eyebrow. “Exactly.”

“I’m sorry,” Oscar says. “It’s just, my soulmate…”

Logan winces in sympathy. “Another song?”

Oscar sighs. “Same two lines. Over and over.”

“Yikes,” Logan says. “At least mine sings the entire song when they’ve got something stuck in their head.”

“Lucky you,” Oscar deadpans. “Alright, I gotta go. See you later, yeah?”

“Later!” Logan yells, and then hangs up.

FIRE AWAY, FIRE AWAYYYYY, his soulmates blares happily. Oscar tunks his head down on the counter.

--

“Oscar,” Lando says, three hours later.

Oscar, who has been listening to the same two lines of Titanium for like three hours now, looks up, happy for the distraction. “Yeah?”

“Listen this is, this might sound strange, but I have this song stuck in my head, and it’s starting to drive me nuts, so I can imagine my soulmate isn’t faring much better and I just. I read somewhere, that it helps if you listen to the whole song, except I can’t remember what it is?”

Oscar snorts. Apparently having annoying songs stuck in your head is just a running theme today. “Yeah, sure, what is it?”

“Oh, it’s like-“ Lando says, and then the most earie thing that’s ever happened to Oscar starts happening.

Lando starts singing the opening lines of the chorus of Titanium, in perfect tandem with the little voice in Oscar’s head that’s been singing the song over and over all day.

“Well?” Lando says. “Do you know it?”

Oscar stares at him. For a really long time. Wonders if this is really happening. Wonders if maybe Logan told Alex who told George who told Lando and now they’re making fun of him. Wonders what he would do, if. If.

“Are you joking?” He asks, genuinely.

“What?” Lando asks, frowns. “No? They played it in the airport earlier today but I forgot how the rest of the song goes and it’s been driving me nuts.”

It did start somewhere slightly after when Lando landed. Oscar knows, because Lando texted him. “Holy shit,” he says, and then again, for good measure, “holy shit.”

“What? What’s wrong, is this song like, weird? It’s not weird, right? It was like a massive hit, why are you-“ Lando never gets a chance to finish the rest of his sentence, because Oscar chooses that exact moment to kiss him full on the mouth.

“Sorry,” Oscar says, when he pulls away. Lando is just staring at him with big eyes, clearly confused. “Sorry, I just. Uh. Remember when you said it must be driving your soulmate pretty nuts?”

Lando nods.

“Well, it has been. Driving me pretty nuts. All day. Also the song is Titanium by David Guetta and Sia, if you were. Wondering.”

“Holy shit,” Lando says, and then again, for good measure. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Oscar says, and then Lando leaps forward and kisses him again.