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Fic Rec List - Lando/Oscar

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Only a few months ago, we featured a Lando/Oscar fic on our super rare pair list. Now, it's our most requested ship. Wow!

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nsfw: By a thread by @mctwinkdom | 5k | E

Oscar and Lando have a text conversation about thongs – things escalate from there. I loved the formatting of this fic, the texting really works well as a structure and the rest is filled up by the authors lovely characterization of both Lando and Oscar. I especially love Oscar being his normal aloof self, a little bit nervous about his new teammate (but so so in to it when the convo turns spicy) while Lando is just a strange little horny boy with a liking for ”thongs”.

Oscar raises an eyebrow. He thought his answer was pretty straightforward, didn’t think he’d have to spell it out for Lando. (me): I wasn’t talking about shoes in my tweet” Now that would teach him. Fucking British. Always thinking they have full powers over the English language. Okay, granted, maybe they invented it but still.

Sanctus by debrief | T | 5.5k

This is a renaissance au with lovers to enemies (and back), beginning with Oscar serving Lando's high-status family. What I like: This is some of the most incredible writing I've encountered. Not only is it a masterclass in non-linear narratives, but it's packed with striking imagery and fascinating power dynamics. There are phrases and sentences in this fic that I can quote off the top of my head. It's immersive and heart-wrenching and beautiful.

'Lando had been blithe, Oscar had been brave. They were seventeen and unforgivably naive. It was a time of spires, domes, cathedrals, rebirth celebrated at the heart of the greatest city-state this side of the world. A war of high art and marginalized decadence, long expanses of moon-kissed skin bathed in gratuitous bathos, love and lust flirting vows over gilt-framed canvases commissioned by wealthy nobles who have known neither.'

legerdemain by anonymous | Not Rated | 5.8k

Oscar gets roped into teaching Lando how to play chess, and quickly finds out that Lando's endgame is a lot more complicated than it seems. I loved this fic for a variety of reasons - firstly because of the way that the author's love for and understanding of chess shines through so clearly. And secondly, the characterisation of both Lando and Oscar is complex and witty and so fitting to who they both are. Lando is cheeky and a little weird and far sharper than he lets on, and Oscar is dry and matter-of-fact and unexpectedly into Lando. This is one of those fics that can get you sold on the Lando/Oscar pairing if you were initially uncertain about it - the slow build-up of tension and realisation is brilliantly captured, with chess and chess strategy being used to build UST between these two in a way that feels perfectly fitting to them.

'“Gotcha,” Lando says. “So like. D’you prefer blowjobs?” He moves the white rook to attack the hanging pawn and figures out the rest of the endgame puzzle pretty effortlessly.'

soft vanilla foreplay by anonymous | M | 7k

AU. Lando, a member of a Robin Hood style crime group, meets Oscar, who turns out to be a cat-hybrid vigilante superhero himself. Oscar joins Lando’s gang. Together they fight injustice (by doing crime). This fic is really well written and incredibly funny. It leans hard into the cat-Oscar joke - Oscar is very catlike in all the best ways and has some mannerisms that made me think the author definitely has one. Their meet-cute is hilarious and sets the tone for the entire fic.

' “No, I actually inherited the genes from my ancestors, who came from a planet of felids.” “Excuse me, did you mean a planet of furries?” “No, Jesus, Lando,” Oscar says emphatically, then he’s laughing, crinkling eyes and soft cheeks and bunny teeth. God, he’s so fucking cute. “No, I was found, um,” Oscar says, sobering from the laugh. He takes a deep breath. “In a handbag. Someone left me on the. Doorstep of a stranger’s house.” Lando looks up and gauges Oscar’s expression. He’s telling the truth. “I don’t know why I’m a cat,” Oscar says. Makes this shrugging expression without actually shrugging. “So…” Lando says. “How did you find out?” “Well. For one, I can speak to cats,” Oscar answers. Huh. This probably explains all the neighbourhood cats serenading Oscar from his balcony so much. “Okay,” Lando says, taking it all in stride. “And you fight crime by night?” “I work graveyard shifts at the supermarket,” Oscar says. “Yeah. Part-time. That’s three out of seven nights.” And Oscar is with Lando for two or three of the four remaining nights (they fuck every evening though) (and morning). Anyways, the maths doesn’t add up. Oscar sighs. “Well, I.” He pauses. “I climb up to fancy penthouses of people who run trust mills, and I take stuff. Then I redistribute.” Oh. Lando is mouthing the oh. “You’re a cat burglar,” Lando whispers it like it’s the funniest secret ever.'

nsfw: Needs Improvement by @strawberry-daiquiris | 7.1k | E

Zak tells Oscar his 'teammate communication' needs improvement. Mark sends him to a 'Psychic, Clairvoyant, Sorcerer' who ends up doing some voodoo that leads to Oscar and Lando being able to read each others' thoughts. Its got great characterisations and some humour mixed in with some angst and, of course, some smut. Plus one of the first Landoscar fics I read and it really drew me in.

'If he’s really that worried, Mark suggests, he could see a sports psychologist. Someone who can advise him how to work with Lando, really get to the core of what it means to be a good teammate. They could even do sessions together. “Like couples therapy.” Mark grins, clapping Oscar on the shoulder. “Only worse, because you won’t get any sex out of it.” The irony, really, is that Oscar and Lando don’t not get on. He’d actually thought they were doing pretty well. Lando laughs at his jokes, Oscar smiles through his stories. They don’t see eye to eye on music, or hobbies, or the taste of fish, but none of those things matter on track anyway. Even more ironic is that Oscar really wouldn’t mind having sex with Lando, if he’s honest.'

nsfw: Never have I ever by @mctwinkdom | E | 13k

Lando and Oscar play a game of Never Have I Ever, and it leads to some interesting revelations. Although its majority (very good) smut, this was a very heartwarming fic. The dialogue is fun and keeps you reading more. The characterisation of them feels realistic!

'But there was something between them, without shape or name, something that made them avert their gaze after staring at each other for one second too long, something that made them slightly jump if their hands were to brush. Something Lando had named in his mind: “I wanna fuck my teammate: the Remix”, in bold orange (papaya) letters with some glitter and fireworks.'

we are all in the butter but some of us are looking at the cars by xiaoluclair | T | 14.3k

Oscar's first season in F1 is about reaching the stars. It becomes about reaching Lando, too. The timing of this one feels very real to me, the way pieces slowly slot into place. The author places threads and waits until the end to pull on all of them, and it's lovely.

'Peer pressure, thinks Oscar, this is peer pressure. But Lando keeps it held out, eyes on Oscar and Oscar. Oscar takes the damn shoe. It’s probably one of the oddest experiences of his life. When he lowers it again, can feel the thin river of it cold on his chin, Lando’s still looking at him. Crows have walked in the skin beside his eyes.A minute later, Oscar watches him tip his head back, shoe against his mouth. Light shines through the gap and, just for a moment, it looks like he is swallowing the sun itself.'

nsfw: carried away by venerat | E | 22.1k

AU, non drivers. Lando impulsively asks Oscar to pretend to be his boyfriend to make an ex jealous. Oscar agrees, even though it's probably a bad idea when he likes Lando so much. Lando gradually comes to realise he is in love with Oscar. I am crazy for the fake dating trope. This has all the best parts of it - miscommunication, angst, gradual feelings realisation from the POV character and obvious pining from the other. Venerat is so good at this and the fic is a lovely journey. The characterisations are perfect, especially Oscar and his natural talent for understatement, which muddies the waters a bit.

'If there was anything Oscar would do, it was was focus very intently on the task assigned to him, until he got it exactly fucking right. That was what made him perfect for this particular task: the task of being Lando’s boyfriend. Fake boyfriend. “Okay,” Lando said, clearing his throat. “Stunning. Was thinking, maybe we could try it out at the cinema tomorrow.” He, Oscar, and the Lefrères were going to see the new Bond film. It was the perfect opportunity to be dickish and in love, as far as Lando was concerned. “Just didn’t want you to get all jumpy if I touched you,” he explained. “If that’s alright. Like. Yeah.” Oscar nodded. “Got it. Sounds good, mate. I’ll be, er, ready.” It was nice to be around such passion. Lando rolled his eyes. He was smiling inside, when he thought it. But Oscar did have some capacity to surprise him. Before Lando fucked off, Oscar stepped forward, closing the normal non-sexual gap between them, and wrapped Lando in a light hug. It was nothing—Oscar’s arms were barely even squeezing him—but Lando’s breath still caught in his chest like a stupid fucking idiot, freezing inside the hug. “Have a good one,” Oscar said when he drew back. He was pink, which made Lando feel better, given that his own ears were warming. Okay. They clearly needed practice. Desperately, in fact. “You too, babe,” Lando said, and winked. Then, before he could embarrass himself further, he spun on his heel and walked out.'

nsfw: climb up to your lips by @scenetocause | E | 28k (wip)

This fic is Lando/girl!Oscar (the always-a-different-sex trope). Lando has a massive crush on his teammate. He also has a submissive streak that starts to express itself around her. As their relationship develops, she picks up on this and starts finding ways to take care of him. They’re both a bit inexperienced at relationships and sex in general. I just love these two. They’re both slightly weird and awkward and don’t quite fit with anyone else but are turning out to be perfect for one another. It’s a learning curve for them both.

“Yeah, fuck.” Lando has to tilt his head back onto the sofa. He can feel it in his arse, where she touched him. He might feel it for the rest of his life. “Yeah, I. Fuck.” “Later.” she says, like a promise. It takes him a moment to work out she means them, later. Fucking. Which might be ambitious because he currently feels like he needs a refractory period of about a decade, after that one but he won’t spoil her dreams just yet. She's acidic, clever as ever in debrief and brutal in the way she deconstructs her own, botched Q3. Lando's probably staring at her a bit lovestruck but he's been doing that all season anyway so no one has to know it's over the phantom sensation of her inside him. Despite the lecture from Zak earlier Oscar tucks him under her arm on the drive from the hotel, playing with his hair. He's actually less worried about being killed by Andrea or whatever now but still doesn't get his phone out because he hasn't had time to clean up his insta follows and he doesn't want Oscar to think he's into anyone else. For someone who doesn't seem to think much of herself, she seems fairly assured he likes her. Which might, in retrospect, be something to do with the best part of a year he spent broadcasting that to her before he'd even realised it himself.'

already home by @nyoomfruits | T | 32.5k

Lando marries Oscar, his best friend and roommate, to keep his family from worrying about him so much. This is an absolute gem. It's sweet, funny, cozy, and the dynamic between the pairing and their friends is delightful.

“Yeah, well, you’re marrying me, so,” Lando says, sticking out his tongue, and Oscar laughs, that loud, bursting out of him laugh he does sometimes where he completely folds his body in half. Lando hides his self-satisfied smirk behind another bite of his pancake, and pretends like he isn’t committing the little laugh lines in the corner of Oscar’s eyes to his memory.'

thank you to @singsweetmelodies, @ocontraire, @maaxverstappen, @lydia-petze, @frickinsweet & @welightitup for compiling this list 🧡

on a wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again

(landoscar - begin again by taylor swift)

So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.

I'm going to try it.

hysterical literature gewis pt.2 🌸💦

just dirty, dirty, dirty! and more georgussy yay

read part 1 here!

Lewis is losing his goddamned mind. Insane, truly fucking insane are the only words he can use to describe the debauchery happening in front of him. Debauchery that he is an active participant to.

He tried his best to stay away, to appreciate from afar, had his camera and computer screen act as a barrier from the delicious moans and from the beautiful, pink folds he was blessed to see blossom.

But George Russell, rising model superstar, a muse to many artists including himself, and his ruin, is a very, very stubborn man under those long, soft eyelashes and delicate face.

Relentless, determined, and tireless man who had one goal which was to catch Lewis' eyes again. As if Lewis ever stopped, as if Lewis had suddenly forgotten how George's face looked like when he's at the peak of his pleasure, as if George ever stopped haunting Lewis' dreams after filming his project.

Lewis Hamilton is just a man after all and so he finally gave in.

Looking down, Lewis takes in another shaky breath as he pushes his cock against George's pale blue seamless panties, their combined wetness and lube darkening the cloth.

He tightens his grip on George's waist as George gasps, hips relentless as the wet fabric hugs around a visible camel toe, Lewis' cock head perfectly slotting in between.

George whimpers, "Lewis, please—fucking god—please, please," Lewis listens and grinds down harder, "so so good, fuck."

"Yeah, angel?" Lewis pants, making sure his thrusts meet George's halfway. "D'you love that? Love how it feels to rub against each other, hm?" George moans weakly, glassy blue eyes alternating its gaze from Lewis' face to their grinding below.

Lewis continues as he guides George's legs around his waist, leaning to speak directly in George's ear. "Love how your pussy forms a space for only me, huh, ain't that right, Georgie?" George could only reply in more moans and more slick sticking to the messy panties.

Lewis leaves little kisses on George's ear and neck, lifting his head enough to watch George once again as their frotting becomes desperate.

"Lewis, just—ah, right there—just please fucking put it in," George cries out, the empty feeling in his cunt starting to ache.

"Yeah? But it was enough for you to just cum against a vibrator," Lewis chuckles as George's body trembles as it remembers their past.

"You're such," thrust, "a fucking," thrust, "tease," George bites out through his teeth.

Lewis only gives George a bright smile and a breathtaking kiss then Lewis shifts back.

He takes his cock in his hand, rubbing its head on George's folds for a few more seconds before he takes his free unoccupied fingers and lifts the edge of the panties.

"Lewis," George chokes as Lewis slips his cock underneath the wet panties and thrusts. The tip catches right under George's hood then slips back down his folds, again and again.

Lewis lets go of his cock and the edge of the panties, fingers finding George's clit immediately to play with.

"Ah, ah, mmm, fuck, Lewis, please," George's begging rings around the hotel room, his back arching and legs shaking as Lewis keeps his pace.

"It's inside now, Georgie, inside your panties. That enough now, sweetheart?" Lewis watches and memorizes how George squirms underneath him, because of him.

Lewis' hips lower, cock head catching George's entrance until Lewis thrusts up again. "How about that, sweetheart? It should be enough for you."

George tries to gather his thoughts, the pleasure overwhelming his senses in the best possible way. The only other time he's felt this way was also with Lewis, with bright lights and a camera focused on him. But this, this is closer, more personal, more intimate. More, more, more.

George's lips part, "Never, not with you," he pauses and stares right at Lewis' beautiful eyes, "Always need more with you, Lewis."

The words causes blood to rush everywhere in Lewis' body, leaving him breathless. His hips unconsciously pushes deeper, placing his cock right in between George's warmth.

Lewis and George watches each other for a moment then Lewis wraps an arm around George's back and places a loving hand on George's cheek, leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead.

"George," Lewis chuckles lowly as he meets George's eyes. "Fucking hell. Only you would say this type of shit while having hot, messy sex."

Lewis only receives a tilt of George's head, silently asking if he should take it as a compliment or an insult.

Lewis slowly starts frotting against George's cunt again. "It's part of your charm, angel," Lewis captures George's lips in a slow kiss then whispers against his lips, "I like you too, George."

George's cheek turns pink, a slightly different tone to his slick folds, but it is as pretty. George giggles, "Now, will you finally fuck me?"

Lewis' fond smile turns cheeky, "I am fucking you, can't you feel?" Their hips return to its frantic, desperate pace.

"One day, George," Lewis breathes out, "One day, I'll put my cock in you. Fill that space made for me, but now I want you to just cum like this." George shivers in return, fingers on Lewis' back pressing hard.

"Yeah, can you do that for me? Cum against pressure on your cunt, just like the first time?" Lewis' thrusts quickens as George writhes, both hips uncontrollable as they take and take pleasure from each other.

After a few quick thrusts, George moans loudly, body shaking and toes curling just as he did before, riding the waves of pleasure overcoming his veins and more wet dripping out of him

Lewis takes the view in, pulling his cock out under the fabric and paints George's ruined panties white.

God, if only Lewis can keep this moment permanent. George with his flushed cheeks, red kissed lips, soft glowy skin, and a messy, wet, ruined, only-for-Lewis pussy.

Lewis' mind abruptly reminds him of the digital camera inside his luggage, and Lewis smirks.

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