Baby, just say ... yes? | Landoscar <3

The Great War

Dutch Grand Prix – Qualifying

Landos pov:

Every time I see Oscars face something in my head snaps. My mind feels rotten with hurt, that’s why the most mean remarks occur to me and it was never like I had a filter for unspeakable things anyway. I didn’t have the goal to make every of his work days a living hell but it kind of happened because during our interview I sensed the slightest bit of a proof that he really ever cared and I'm eager to find that proof again.

He reacted with a hurtful comment after I made one and that meant something, just like calling me "Lan" meant something. Even though it‘s extremely childish I'll try that again and again until I know that he still feels something and unitl I know what really happened between us and how everything went so south.

Just before Qualifying I see him from my side of the garage and scream the whole way to his side, "Oi Piastri, are you hard or wet?“ He looked up immediately and some members of his personal team did too. None of mine did, I think they are already used to … me.

Now blushing he only says "What?“. His confused and embarrassed expression is really funny. "I want to know if you'll use the hard tyres or the rain tyres, silly. I reckon the wets“. Relief and a little smile is clearly visible on his face. "Nor, it’s the intermediates.“

"What did you say? Sorry, I couldn’t understand, "Nor"? Was it Norris? I know my name but thanks.“ I gave him an innocent smile and heard a few people laugh whereas the redness was back on Oscars face. Mocking his australian accent was exactly the annoyingly hurtful direction I wanted to go.

"Nor, I mean no –", he looked down and took a desperate breath. Just for a second I felt guilty but the mean voice in my head didn’t let me stop. "What was it Piastri? Speak english, will you?“

His eyes met mine and there was so much fury in them that I had to swallow hard. I told myself that it was what I wanted, maybe I could finally get a reaction out of him. Slowly but with firm steps he walked over to me until I felt his breaths on my skin. "I apologise my lord, I will drive with bloody intermediate tyres, understood?“, he said in a perfect british accent I didn’t know was in him. His tone so low and controlled, danger must hide behind it so I just nodded. That was definetly a reaction.

Before he turned around to go back he gave me a warning look which I returned as some kind of challenge. Still feeling his steady breaths on my face I dared him to look away first. His whole presence this near to me fueled my anger again. He is the reason I am like this, I feel like this, it’s all his fault. So I folded my arms and took another step forward which was nearly impossible. I hate that he is a bit taller than me and that I have to look up to his face but my eyes express enough dominance at the moment, I think.

I still saw a lot of fury in these beautiful brown eyes and I searched in them for more. Then they flickerd across my face and landed on my lips. Before I could react he broke away with a heavy sigh. "Oscar we should –"

"No, we should just do a decent Qualifying now“, and with that the well-known mask of the emotionless formula one driver was back on his face. The hustle ans bustle of the team caught up to me, Oscar and myself now seperated by all the engineers and mechanics. But before I jumped in the car I thought that I made some progress. If I could get under his skin just a little more next time then he would … finally talk to me or kill me. I’ll take that risk.

Oscars pov:

Being professional with Lando went … well. I swear if he continues like this I’m going crazy. Besides, the whole team will know and then they can have tea with the blackmailer or whatever. I nearly thought about switching teams although we have just begun to progress.