#the fic equivalent of drinking a cup of hot cocoa so rich and delicious that it makes your tummy hurt

[its-all-papaya]

the nutcracker suite

landoscar | 27.4k

On the life of his whole career, Lando would swear he doesn’t mean for it to become a routine, the café.

Only, on Monday, Lewis stops technique to compliment Max’s extensions during centre adage – Max’s – and then directs his stupid, stuck-up, closed-lipped grin at Lando when he fucks up the timing of the same combination during his group’s rotation at it. And Lando can’t sit around the lobby avoiding everybody’s eyes after, feels like he’ll suffocate if he does, so he wraps his scarf around his neck another time and trudges the same four doors down, shoulders through the same door.

“Morning!” Oscar calls from behind the counter.

(Alternatively: Lando is a ballet dancer in timeout. Oscar works in a coffee shop. This is a Hallmark Christmas movie.)

it's done ! we did it ! thanks to @bright-and-burning for the inspo yapping and the encouragement along the way and thanks to all my many lovely, lovely anons cheering me on <3 love you all, merry christmas