F1 One Shots Based On Songs

All of Me - Landoscar

Song for this chapter: All of Me - John Legend

Oscar stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the sun dip below the London skyline. The golden light stretched over the city's rooftops, settling like a blanket over the quiet chaos of their lives. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Behind him, he heard the soft clinking of glasses and a warm chuckle. Lando, clad in an oversized hoodie and that ever-mischievous grin, approached him with two cups of tea.

"I figured we might need this before you drift into another universe," Lando teased, nudging Oscar's arm gently.

Oscar shook his head, accepting the cup. "I wasn't that lost," he countered with a smile.

"Could've fooled me." Lando's tone was soft, but he looked at Oscar with that same intensity he always had, his eyes a universe of warmth. In their years together, it had always amazed Oscar—this way Lando could pull him back from any edge with just a look, a laugh, a gentle word.

They were an odd pair, two competing drivers often too consumed by the sport's brutal rhythms. Yet somehow, amid all the press conferences, the flight schedules, and those dizzying circuits, they had found each other.

Oscar took a sip, closing his eyes to savor the familiar warmth. "What would I do without your smart mouth?"

Lando chuckled. "Oh, don't get sentimental on me now. You're the one who keeps me in line, remember?"

The remark was light, but Oscar could sense the depth behind it. He knew Lando wasn't just talking about the little things. There had been so many moments—times when life had beaten them down, when the weight of expectation and failure had made it hard to breathe. It had always been in those moments that Oscar had found Lando waiting, his silent strength grounding him, even when Oscar didn't have the words.

Lando's hand slipped into his, squeezing gently. "The season's almost over," he murmured, breaking the silence that had stretched between them.

Oscar looked at him, surprised by the sadness in his voice. "It's not the end of the world," he replied. "You know we'll be back next year."

Lando's smile faltered for a second, his gaze falling to the floor. "It's just—what if it isn't enough, you know? All these years, all the work...and some days, I can't help wondering if I'm not made for this."

"Don't." Oscar's voice was firm. "You've always been enough, Lando. It's the rest of the world that needs to catch up."

The words were simple, but the truth in them was unwavering. Oscar's faith in him had been the anchor that kept Lando grounded through every high and low, every victory and defeat.

That night, Oscar woke to the faint sound of Lando pacing in their bedroom, his shadow moving like a ghost in the moonlight.

"Lando?" Oscar's voice was groggy, but he sat up, pushing the blankets aside.

Lando stopped mid-step, looking over at him with a small, guilty smile. "Didn't mean to wake you."

Oscar padded over to him, wrapping his arms around Lando's waist, drawing him close. "What's going on in that beautiful mind?"

Lando's hands slid around Oscar's back, resting there as he looked down. "Just...thinking," he whispered. "About everything. Racing. The future. Us."

Oscar ran his fingers soothingly along Lando's spine. "Do you remember what you said to me when we first got together?"

A smile broke through Lando's worry, his eyes lighting up with the memory. "I said you were like a challenge I didn't know I needed. That you made life feel more real."