LANDOSCAR COLLECTION

good luck, babe!

Author: @ landoscar on ao3 / @jisunle on wattpad / charlclerc on twitter
Rating: Mature
Tags: Angst, Lando Norris is a Mess, Lando Norris is Bad at Feelings, Lando Norris Needs a Hug, alternative universe, Inspired by Good Luck Babe! (Chappell Roan), Oscar Piastri Needs a Hug, Slight Comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hallucinations, Internalized Homophobia

Summary:
“I’m going crazy,” Lando whispered to himself with a dry chuckle, dragging a hand down his face. “What’re you supposed to be? Some fucked up version of the ghost of Christmas past?” He spat.

“I’m you,” Oscar replied with a bored look.

Lando scoffed and tucked his knees as close as possible to his chest, an unnerving feeling growing. “No you’re not, you’re- I don’t even know what you are.”

Oscar smirked to himself, a hit of amusement growing on his face. “I mean, I’m Oscar- the Oscar you knew- but I’m also you.”

There was a beat of silence, and then, “What?” Lando asked exasperatedly.

Or,

Lando wakes up in the middle of the night and is forced to face a fragment of his past.

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"This is based off of “Good Luck, Babe!” By Chappell Roan and I *highly* recommend listening to it before you read this if you’ve never heard it. You can read without it, but I think the experience is better with it :)
Quick disclaimer: Good Luck, Babe! Is a sapphic song, however I felt inspired to write about this and interpret it my own way, applying it to my work. You don’t have to agree with the interpretation and I’m aware the song is initially about women, but it inspired me and brought forward something I mostly enjoyed doing :) (even if Lando seems a little insane here)" - author

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A sharp gasp cut through the air like a sharp knife, shattering the stillness of the quiet hours of the night. The rustle of sheets followed, thrashing around with a desperation to be free from the suffocating fabric. With eyes snapping open, Lando grasped his chest with trembling fingers, each erratic beat of his heat sending tremors through his body. Goosebumps prickled along his tanned skin. 

Gradually, his breaths steadied, his heart calmed, and the sweat pooling from on his skin started to cool and lessen. 

He was at home, in his bed, with his beautiful and loving wife sleeping soundly right beside him. 

Glancing to his side, Lando found his wife still sound asleep despite his sudden outburst, with her golden blonde hair sprawled over her pillow. She laid facing away from him, the space from where the blanket moved revealing the gentle curve of her back. Her silk shirt hung from her body loosely and her arms were wrapped around another pillow, held closely to her chest. 

Previously, Lando would have dove straight for her, running his hands delicately down her small frame teasingly. He would have woken her up from her slumber with kisses to her neck. He would have taken her in his arms and slowly pushed into her while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She would have arched her back against his chest in pleasure, sweet sickened gasps escaping her as she tried to keep quiet. 

But that was a long time ago, and Lando hadn’t felt those urges since a few months after they’d gotten married. 

Instead, he carefully brushed aside stray strands of the golden locks from his side of the bed, a pang of guilt gnawing at him as he recalled the vivid dream- no, memory that had come to light during his hours of sleep. 

Lando wanted so badly to just lay back down, to close his eyes and wash away the memories that had haunted him for so long, to continue on with his happily married life and forget it ever happened. But it was so hard to ignore, especially when his own dick was still twitching and aching from the mere thought of him.