#landoscar dynamic

[ipleadbritney]

us gp 2023 -> mexican gp 2024

[peoplesprincessgeorge]

landoscar + txt posts = true 2.0

[mecachrome]

(evolution of) lando + oscar's competence

[mctwinkdom]

Peak Landoscar

[eightyonefour]

so while he was in the media pen he did know that the next race is in barcelona... did you have sudden memory loss buddy 🤨🤨

[letsgolando-4]

[wanderingblindly]

Lestappen + 9 or Landoscar + 6 maybe?❤️

oops! it's established relationship landoscar after hungary! which isn't I ever wanted to touch! prompts here :)

Upon Deaf Ears

"I just need a second," Lando mumbles, pushing past Oscar in the paddock – their shoulders clip; they ricochet. He keeps walking before he can hear Oscar's response, eyes focused intently at the ground. If he blinks, if he so much as deviates away from his path, he'll lose it. And he can't, not in public.

The media doesn't take kindly to his tears.

He slides between the hospitality doors before they open all the way; a pair of footsteps echo as he bolts towards sanctuary.

"Seriously, give me a minute," He tosses over his shoulder, quickly opening his driver room door and stepping in.

"We're not doing this," Oscar finally speaks, grabbing the edge of the door as Lando tries to close it – tries to separate them. They lock eyes, both hands on the door, both trying harder than they'd like to admit to resist the other's force. It's starting to bubble up in him, that sticky-hot anger that overflows from his cracks, boiling hotter when Oscar looks at him like it's a choice.

"Get out." Lando says bluntly, pressing harder against the door.

"No," Oscar takes a step forward, almost daring Lando to let go and jump away. He doesn't, he stands his ground – because isn't that the crux of the matter here? That he's apparently not allowed to do that anymore?

"Are you fucking deaf?" He bites, vision and voice starting to waver unconvincingly. And that just makes it worse, hands shaking with some horrible cocktail of adrenaline, rage, and embarrassment. "Give me a second and we do whatever you want, ok?"

He grinds his teeth, clinging to some hope that it'll stop his lip from quivering.

But Oscar doesn't move, still looking at him like he doesn't understand. What the fuck isn't there to get? Lando had rolled over, he'd bit the bullet and played the good teammate role. Actually, he hadn't tasted it – he'd felt it, he'd felt the fucking bullet go right between his eyes like a horse put down.

And Oscar doesn't fucking get it.

"We can talk about –"

"We can talk later." It's punctuated with a harsh sniff, Lando angrily rubbing his traitorous eyes with his free hand.

Oscar presses forward, shoving through the doorway and hitting his shoulder against Lando's – returning the favor that Lando didn't ask for. Incensed, Lando slams the door.

"Can't you just do what I fucking asked –"

"Thought we weren't following orders today?" Oscar raises a brow, and Lando can't help but feel like he thinks his endless composure makes him a better... racer? Person? His hands vibrate when he buries his face in them, pulling in a desperate, snotty breath through his nose.

"That's low." He exhales, lifting his head. His vision is swimming. "I did what they asked, I did it for you, actually."

"But –"

"And now you're here, when I asked you to fuck off, and you're here for yourself. See a – a fuck, god – see a pattern?" Lando's hiccupping by the end, fighting his lungs to spit the words at him.

"I'm not here for me, Lando." Oscar's voice is sharp, like acid on Lando's red-hot nerves.

"Then leave." He almost yells it, pointing at the door with a shaking hand, a palm shining with tears. "Then leave until I'm ready."

Oscar pulls in a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed. "I came to say I'm not sorry."

"Fuck you," Lando rips off his hat before Oscar can finish, chucking it at him with any strength he can muster. "I'm not sorry that no one gives a fuck about your –"

"I'm not sorry for winning," Oscar continues, taking a step closer. "But I'm sorry it had to hurt you. You know I never wanted to."

Lando stares as he moves another half-step nearer, closing the distance between them. Rooted by his rage, as if it's dug itself into the floor for lack of anywhere else to go, Lando lets him. He lets him walk closer, lets his nose touch his, lets him press a gentle kiss to Lando's cheek.

He lets Oscar taste his overflowing rage, lets him pull away with tear-slicked lips to match Lando's tear slicked palm – almost as if he slapped him across the mouth with it.

"If you didn't want to," He grinds out, hands balled into fists. "Then you'd get out."

Oscar nods, pressing one more kiss to another tear. "I will."

"And you won't come to my hotel room tonight."

"Ok."

"And you won't talk to me until I'm ready."

"I know."

Lando pulls in a deep breath, willing himself to push through it, to be better than Oscar. "So congratulations." It burns. "There, I said it. Now leave."

[zokinus]

This clip is a good example of how Lando has allowed himself to be putty in Oscar‘s hands.

The way Lando speaks his thoughts but seems rather insecure and nervous. Looking at Oscar in anticipation, biting his lip, not knowing if he should/could elaborate further, just going yeah and turning his head to Oscar so quickly when it‘s his turn to answer the question.

… and all that despite Oscar nodding so eagerly to give him reassurance he feels the same.

[hazardparadox]

Landoscar for the next 3 years at least means Landoscar fics for the next 3 years at least.

This is the best news ever.

[ipleadbritney]

"you knew what you wanted and boy, you got him."

oscar telling his mom he'd want lando as his teammate ("not that he could pick, but"). haha what if this is it. what if i yeet myself into a void or whatever.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

KINGSMAN SPIES LANDOSCAR!! honestly could put oscar in as harry (looks conservative and staid upon first impression but actually has an edge) & lando as the upstart newcomer who solves problems unconventionally but effectively nonetheless.

i passed a specialist shoe shop earlier today that specialises in leathers and i think there'd be something cool about cobbler oscar who keeps a very quiet shop. he's very reserved. has mainly old clients who he keeps in a handwritten notebook. he's carrying on a cobbler tradition of like 90 years and has trained with some impressive brits and everything. and at night he's the kingsman's service artillery specialist. he just pulls out rows and rows of stuff like Q and is like. "i'd suggest that one. you need a muffler in a place like king's cross station. easy cleanup."

and lando's some rich kid from millfield who has been thrust into the service because his dad sent him as a joke 'cus he's like, you're too coddled. you need to do it before you get your trust fund.

but it turns out that with the right focus and intention lando is actually a brilliant kingsman in the making. he definitely has an eggsy moment at training academy where he has to take out a bunch of trainers using only a ballpoint pen and a textbook or something. he's the only one who figures out that the ballpoint pen has different functions upon specific clicks. one of them is a nanorazor, and another is an incapacitating poison.

and lando, a little bruised, very tired, is about to go on his first mission. he's at oscar's shop, choosing shoes and trying not to glance at oscar and his still hands and his cool demeanour.

then lando is like, "wait. you designed the pen thing earlier didn't you? that was you." and oscar gets this glimmer of a smile and a single arched eyebrow that he presses back down, and is like: "yeah. did you like it?"

[valyrfia]

omggg pls bestie yap more ab landoscar i am curioussss

I think as McLaren tends towards having a more dominant they're going to have to start making some driver decisions that they weren't faced with previously. Obviously there's pressure to prioritise Lando because that's their boy but Oscar is also an incredible driver (lest we forget, with an impressive pedigree of rookie season F3 and F2 wins–the sixth driver to have EVER done that) and is only getting better. I think there's a real possibility either later in the season or next season that Lando will start to feel threatened by Oscar, and Oscar will start to feel frustrated at Lando. This is where Toxic Landoscar comes into play. I think by end of 2025, if McLaren keep having a dominant car, they'll make the Charlos toxicity look like child's play.

Personally I'm messy and live for drama and narrative and I don't trust McLaren to handle this driver pairing correctly, so I'm sat. We'll see what happens though!

[inchidentally]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoN-7mE1AI4 Girl, I've got something for us! New content :) <3

holy FUCK anon I've had to wait to thank you properly bc FUCK

Oscar waiting for Lando to answer first bc he knows Lando loves quizzes that are about himself Scorpio Princess

twins allegations are literally never going away w how similar they are

but also the allegations of Oscar being made in a factory as the perfect teammate for Lando: patient and indulgent like Carlos, adoring and easygoing like Daniel, but with a special unique element of calm, authority and casual competence that tickles Lando's overwired please-care-for-me brain juuuust right

Oscar knowing he barely even needs to answer about the music bc Lando "he listens to what I listen to"

D/s and DD/lg dynamic like a kick to the chest every time Lando steals the best answer first and Oscar praises him for what good choices they are and...

Oscar rubbing his eyes "okay if that's disallowed then" followed by Lando nervously "I like how I'm making the rules here! you can choose sleep if you want!" and Oscar saying "nah, I'm gonna keep you happy" the same way he'd say princess will have to pay for this with fifteen spanks later but daddy will let you act up for now SORRY that's just how it sounds to me ????

Lando talking Oscar round to his own answers every single time

Oscar having changed his pre-race diet to Lando's ??? high performance pro athletes and their pregame food is so incredibly specific and Oscar was like oh just make two of those please

Lando wriggling and beaming bc he has Oscar not just wrapped around his little finger and bowed entirely to his will he's even got Oscar's hindbrain saying Lando's name as his own for rapid fire quizzes

like can we appreciate here that F1 drivers - especially young/new drivers to the grid - have had to take such an aggressively self-focused approach to their careers to even make it as pro's and that all mental training has them solely centered around what they need to be perfect and perform at their peak... but Oscar showed up fully able to zone in once in the car and otherwise cope with any and all distractions and fully accepted that McLaren is Lando's team...

and that Lando practically tapped his feet and clapped his hands with joy bc he needs the pineapple in his wraps to be cut very small and he insisted on racing so far ahead of his body's growth that he got velcro put into his kart to stop him from flying out at corners, and his support system have all been with him 10+ years, and sometimes his energy comes in so many bursts he can't contain it but sometimes it just drops and he just wants to collapse in a heap for half an hour and Max said sometimes he's awake at 5am ready to go and other days he's like waking the dead and Carlos was aye aye aye Landito and Daniel was overstimulating as hell

but Oscar sits like a Lando-powered robot patiently awaiting what Lando needs or what Lando will do next and I'm losing what's left of my mindito

[mctwinkdom]

Except they both have long pretty eyelashes 💁

[sociallyrepressed]

Oscar feels the irrational need to lock Lando in a gilded cage and let the sole key hang threaded around his neck. He wants to break him, rearrange his cells in a way that leaves an Oscar-shaped molding. He wants to consume Lando until they are one and the same down to their very essence. He knows Lando wants the same with the way he reaches for Oscar, offering himself mind and body. The way he’s laid bare underneath Oscar; he’s long since been boneless, breathy whines and the shifting of hips the only signs of consciousness.

Oscar can’t be bothered to pull away and study his face, not when he’s desperately taking everything he’s given. Vampires are selfish, needy, greedy creatures, and who is Oscar to deny that part of himself. Not when it can be gratified so sweetly by such an enthusiastic participant. Lando’s veins sing beneath his skin. His blood is warm and thick and steady from where it seeps out the pinpricks just above the hollow of his throat. There’re dark smudges all across his neck, a mix of smeared blood and teasing bruises.

Oscar feels insane. He needs to ruin Lando; to peel back his skin and shred his muscles and pick apart his ribs until he can hold his beating heart in the palm of his hands.

Long ago, when he experienced life with his own hot blood and warm skin, his pastor stood before the church and said: “will you have the faith in Our Lord to be able to stand on the mountain’s peak before the storming clouds with their angry winds and say calm. Will you be able to stand at the cliff’s edge before the raging sea with her mighty strength and say be still? Do you have the faith to stand before an oasis in the desert and deny it because the Lord has forbidden temptation?” Oscar used to think he could, but now he thinks of Lando. Thinks how Lando stood before him and demanded to have Oscar as Oscar is. He thinks of Adam and Eve unable to deny the temptations of a forbidden fruit. If man cannot endure temptation whilst in a utopia, how could Oscar have ever stood a chance at denying himself Lando.

A trembling hand grasps the back of his neck, scruffing him as his sire had back when he couldn’t control his urges. Unlike his sire, Lando pulls him ever closer, as if he could seep through their skin contact and be joined as one. Oscar’s mouthing lazily at his neck, popping blood vessels and pulling another purple bruise to the top of his skin. They’re connected at every point. Oscar can feel Lando’s heartbeat pulsing, reverberating in his own empty chest cavity. It’s not enough to tamp down his desire of mutual destruction, but it does soothe the jagged ache. He’ll take Lando however he can.

[nyoomfruits]

obsessed with how oscar always seems to be in the shorts/polo combi while lando is in jeans/a hoodie like do you think lando just runs really cold and oscar runs really hot??? do you think they snuggle about it?????