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3 Celebrity AU + D. “Well. It could be worse than this, I guess.” “Could it?” for landoscar please? 🥺 xx ellie 💖

Ellie dear!! 🤍 Thank you for asking. So this got out of hand. But when does it not? Honestly this can't be considered as a drabble anymore, but I tried and failed. So here's a little ficlet? Also I realise this my first Landoscar that I posted! Not sure if I should post this on Ao3 or not. Anyway hope you enjoy! <3

Landoscar, 1.6k, actor!Lando, waiter!Oscar

It happens in a flash, the limousine coming from the left, completely cutting him off. Cars stop with screeching brakes, honking loudly as Oscar swerves to the right, not able to keep his motorcycle on the road. Instead he comes to a stop on the sidewalk, people screaming as he just avoids hitting a tree.

His heart is in his throat as he turns off the ignition. With shaking hands he takes off his helmet. From the corner of his eyes he can see three people rushing into his direction.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you coming! Are you okay? You’re okay right?”

A man in a black suit—the limousine driver Oscar presumes—looking white as a sheet. Right behind him stands a young man with soft curls falling over his forehead, sunglasses, his phone in his hand. Behind him stands a big man, brought shoulders, with an earpiece, mumbling something.

Oscar zips open his leather jacket, the LA heat is too much for motorcycle gear.

“Yeah,” he nods, still a little shaky on his legs. “I’m just late now.”

“Does your bike still work, do we need to give you a lift?”

Oscar glances at the other guy, noticing a British accent. He looks like he’s going to a party. His white flowy shirt unbuttoned exposing his tanned chest. Oscar’s eyes catch two gold necklaces gleaming in the sunlight.

The bike is fine. Oscar however, he’s not sure.

When he looks up again, there is a small grin pulling at the guy's lips. Maybe a little too smug. Knowing he’s been ogling him for a little too long, Oscar feels his cheeks heat up. He swallows and clears his throat.

“Uh, yeah It’s fine—”

Sudden high pitched squeals cut him off. As he looks around to see where the commotion is happening he’s almost knocked off his feet. Three teenage girls mow him down to get to the guy in the flowy shirt.

They are circling him like flock to a shepherd. Oscar sees him smile brightly, but it’s an uneasy one. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Lando! Omg! I can’t believe you’re here! Can we take a picture with you? Please?”

The limousine and the driver should have been a dead give away that this “Lando” guy was somebody famous. Normal people didn’t have security. Oscar just doesn’t keep up with the rich and famous. He deals with them way too much at his job, one he may lose today if he doesn’t leave now.

The broad man quickly makes short work of the girls after they get their pictures.

“Lando, we have to go. You’re already late,” He says in a low voice.

“It’s fine, everyone is late to these things,” Lando says as he looks at Oscar again, the color of Lando’s eyes are hard to tell but they hypnotize him on the spot. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re welcome to drive with me. Jack can get your bike to where it needs to go. Right, Jack?”

He’s soft spoken, almost a little shy. But at the same time there is a hint of mischief in his eyes. Oscar finds it hard to look away from his eyes that seem to have a different color depending on how the light hits them.

Jack doesn’t seem so sure of that it seems, judging by his grimace, but he nods anyway.

“That’s okay, I’m fine. I just really need to go and see if I still have a job,” Oscar says and flips over his helmet to put it back on before getting back on his motorcycle.

Lando nods, glancing back at him with an unreadable expression. “Good luck.”

Oscar turns on the ignition again and gives a little awkward little wave as he accelerates, slowly driving away. In his mirror he can see Lando being led back to the limo. More girls running after the three of them.

—

“A limousine driver? Who was he driving?” Logan asks as they get changed into their uniforms. Black pants, white button up and black tie.

“Lando something?” Oscar shrugs and he struggles to tie his tie. “I don’t know, that’s all I heard.”

“Lando? You mean Lando Norris? The actor?”

“Maybe? It’s not exactly a common name is it?”

Logan rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone from his pocket. He quickly types on his phone and holds it up in front of Oscar. “Is this him?”

it’s a picture of Lando standing on some red carpet, smiling brightly—looking absolutely stunning a perfectly cut suit. He’s holding some kind of award and Oscar can’t look away. The happiness in Lando’s eyes makes it hard not to smile.

“Yeah, that’s him,” Oscar nods, clearing his throat when Logan gives him a knowing smile.

“You thinks he’s cute.”

“So? It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.”

–

Working as a waiter at celebrity parties wasn’t what he set out to do when Oscar decided to move up everything to LA. The goal was to get a job as a sound engineer at a record studio. He had the papers, the internship experience. Cat in the bag. Or so he thought.

The reality of it all is different.

He’s barely scraping by. If it wasn’t for Logan he wouldn’t even have this job. He hates it, but he also needs to pay rent.

With a sigh he sits down on the sidewalk. Watching sports cars, limousines and trucks pass by before checking his phone for messages. The night air feels welcome on his skin, his cheeks flushed from the heat inside. A fifteen minute break is nothing compared to how much walking he already did tonight.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Oscar looks up from his phone, seeing Lando standing in front of him. Smile tugging at his lips. Oscar’s heart flutters, forgetting every word known to man. Lando still looks just as pretty as the first time Oscar saw him.

“I would say the same, but I’d be lying. Because this is exactly the place where I’d expect to see you again.”

Lando lets out a giggle and takes a seat next to him on the sidewalk. “Is that why you’re here then? To see me again?”

“I work here.”

“Ouch,” Lando says as he wraps his arms around his knees, resting his cheek on them as he smiles at Oscar. “You should have played along with me there. Lie, to ease me into the rejection. Better for my ego.”

“Is it better for your ego when people lie to you?”

“It’s all they do anyway. You might as well join the club.”

Oscar snorts. “What if I don’t want to, you know—join the club?”

“I’d say that makes me like you even more,” Lando says, lifting his head. His eyes sparkle, the same mischief in them as that afternoon. It’s weird but Oscar feels entranced. “You had no idea who I was, did you? This afternoon?”

Oscar’s brain is still stuck on the ‘liking him even more’ part—to register the second part of the question.

"Does that hurt your little ego even more?”

Lando laughs, a high pitched giggle and his eyes crinkle adorably. The contrast between the soft and cute and the sexy and alluring is throwing Oscar for a spin. At the same time he wants to know more about him.

“It’s refreshing actually,” Lando grins, biting his bottom lip before holding out his hand. “I’m Lando. Lando Norris. I would say you may have seen my movies, but I don’t want to embarrass myself even further.”

“Oscar,” he says and shakes Lando’s hand. It flutters in his belly as Lando’s eyes flick over his face. His own cheeks feel hot again and he clears his throat. “I’m sorry, my break is over. I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ll probably be fired. My boss, he’s a bit of an ass.”

Lando pouts and it shouldn't affect Oscar the way it does. Not when he doesn’t even know him.

“Well. It could be worse than this, I guess.”

“Could it?”

“Yeah,” Lando grins, letting go of Oscar’s hand as he stands up as well. “If your boss didn’t hire you, we would have never met.”

Oscar rolls his eyes, but he can’t keep himself from smiling. “And I wouldn’t have had this shitty job.”

“You have to take the good with the bad Oscar.”

“You shouldn’t read so many self help books.”

Lando chuckles, his eyes sparkling playfully like he’s having the best time of his life. “I guess I’ll come find you inside. Might have a good time yet.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t?”

“Why not?” Lando asks, tilting his head. A teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Osc, don’t tell me you’re distracted by little old me?”

The shirt he’s wearing seems to be unbuttoned even further and the necklaces glitter even in the streetlights. Lando glows. It’s effortless beauty. He’s smaller than Oscar, but not too small—perfectly sized. Without knowing him he understands why Lando is so popular. There is something about him that draws Oscar in.

Oscar smiles sheepishly. “Something tells me you’re trouble.”

“Me?” Lando asks, feigning insult. He puts a hand on his chest for dramatic effect. “I can’t believe you would say that to me. I’m hurt.”

“Forgive me, you’re an angel.”

The thing is, Oscar isn’t even lying.

Lando smiles brightly and bites at his lip again, his eyes darting over Oscar’s face before he walks back to the entrance. He turns around one more time. “See you Oscar. It’s been a pleasure.”

Again, just like that morning Oscar waves awkwardly, wondering what just happened.

—

At the end of his shift, at five thirty in the morning when he gets back to his bike—absolutely knackered, can’t feel his feet, half dead—there is, what looks like a napkin wrapped around his handlebar.

With a frown he takes it off and unfolds it. He spots a number and a message scribbled on there. He can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips, heart fluttering in his chest as he reads it.

Those fifteen minutes were way too short.

Call me sometime?

X Lando

#CHARLIE #IM BARKING AT MY PHONE SCREEN #SCREECHING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS #THIS WAS GORGEOUS AND PERFECT AND THEIR CHARACTERIZATION WAS SPOT ON #IM IN LOVE WITH THIS AU #AND U #HOLLERING RN #lando norris #oscar piastri #landoscar #formula one #f1

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