Weep, I Will Be There To Catch You Tears As They Fall
Ship: Oscar Piastri/Lando Norris
Background Ships: Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc, Andrea Kimi Antonelli/Olive Bearman
Tags: Fake Crash, Cuddling, Max and Charles are Ollivers and Oscar's parents, Sloppy Fic, This is poorly wrote
My Ao3: Lifes_Bizzare_On_Marz
“It’s gonna be fine. You had a massive freak accident, but you have only been out for 2 days, we were estimating a week. We just need you to rest a little here so we can observe a bit and then if all is good you are free to go home tomorrow.” The nurse said to a very disoriented Lando.
“Sir…?” She asked, looking as Lando looked around, attempting to sit up, groaning in pain. “Sir, you mustn’t move like that, you still have bandages on your face and arms.” She said, gently pushing him back down.
Lando mumbled something she couldn’t hear. “What was that?” she asked leaning a bit closer, he mumbled again, “Sorry, you are very quiet” she said softly. “I said who won!?” Lando practically yelled. “Sir, you need to calm down. We can’t have that much stress on you.” She smiled, fake pity all over her face. She was writing something about him, backing away.
“Sorry… I’m sorry. But who won the race?” he asked, trying to manage his temper.
“Sorry, I am not sure, but I will go find out and be right back” But Lando stopped listening when he realised she didn’t know and grabbed his phone off the side table to check.
“Oh, no, the bright screen could cause damage that wouldn’t be easy to fix. Your eyes and brain are still fragile.” She smiled while taking the phone. You may retrieve it at the front desk when you are discharged.
*This is going to be a long day*
Oscar was sitting on his sofa while mindlessly scrolling through his feed on Instagram when he got another notification, a text off Lando.
> Hey Osc, wanna come over?
He must have blushed cause his brother Ollie slapped his shoulder. "Who are you talking to?" he asked, trying to peak at the phone. "My son is finally talking to someone? Are you sure?" Max asked, suddenly disinterested.
"He is!?" Charles yelled from the kitchen where he was cooking something that smelled a lot like.... Burning.... Hmmm. "HE IS!?" Kimi sprung at the sofa... When did he arrive?
"No! I am not! It is just lando!" Oscar snapped at everyone. "Why is everyone still here anyway? This is my apartment, you all literally have your one within 30 seconds of this one"
"Because we care about you son. Now go, don't keep Lando waiting" Max smiled, but before Oscar could say bye Kimi was practically shoving him out of the apartment once he had his jacket and gloves on. After the door shut Kimi turned around and yelled "You all owe me money!" just to be met with Ollie yelling shut the fuck up to his fiance.
Oscar knocked on Lando's door. So quietly that Lando almost didnt hear it. He opened the door and they just stared for a few seconds before Lando quickly came back to himself, blushing as he spoke. "Sorry, come in Osc" he quickly stepped aside shutting the door behind him.
"Oh... you look like..." Oscar couldn't pick a decent word. His face was still heavily bruised, hus srm was cast free but still scraped.
"Like shit?" Lando laughed, dragging Oscar in by the hand. "So... why did you want me over?" Oscar asked, walking behind a Lando that still hasn't released his hand.
"I don't know... I guess I just wanted company" Lando whispered, he sounded more like he was telling himself. He sat carefully on his bed, laying back.
"Wanna talk about it... the crash?" Oscar asked, sitting beside him. His sgoes snd coat somehwere on the floor, wearing a black hoodie and khaki shorts. The body beside him was in a blue jeans and his own merch T-shirt.
Lando sighed "It was... fucking terrifying. I was in p1, then Esteban came up behind me and everything was going fine then the Hass just went out of control... it hit me and then I flipped... and... it" Lando began sniffling "I was so, so scared"
Oscar wanted to help him... He was far to akward though so he just kind of began to pet his shoulder. Lando was now sobbing, he practically threw himself at Oscar. Head in his chest with his arms clinging around his waist tight enought that the Aussies digestive organs might just collapse.
"Hey... It's alright. I've got you," Oscar whispered in Lando's ear as he put his arms under Lando's shoulders ande pulled him up to lay on top of him, holding him a little like a teddy bear.
He pulled the covers over them, turning off the lamps and TV, the only sources of light, the curtains already closed. It was about 6pm... They could have a small nap.
Lando, almost as if reading his mind, said in quiet, broken sobs "Can we just.. Sleep?" He lay down next Oscar.
"Yeah, ofcourse" he responded gently, with that soft smile that made Lando weak. Lando was very quick to curl into the ither mans chest and warp every molecule of his body sround him while still crying himself to sleep... but at least tonight unkike the jthers he had someone safe holding him.
It was... 3:33 am when Lando stirred awake. Initially when he felt the weight of someone holding him he panicked, then remembered the nught before. Well... just a few gours ago. He snuggled back inti Oscar, the younger man yawning as he woke up.
"Is something wrong, love?" He asked, both of them to tired to clock the pet name. But Lando felt something hault in his chest when he heard it. "Nothing..." he said. The sinkence after stretching.
"Are you sure?" Oscar pushed softly, tiliting his chin up to face him. Lando looked at the eyes that were so full of the adoration he missed before. "I just... can we do this more?" he asked, not even trying ti stoo the words.
Oscar completley short circuted for a second. "I, Sur, uhm... Yes, please, I woukd like that a lot" he smiled, eyes fkickig ti his lips so breifly you would miss it if you weren't watchig bim as closley as Lando was in that moment.
Before he could think it through or second guess himself, Lando pressed his mouth up to close the gap. It was short, swert, and everyhig Lando hoped.
To Oscar, Lando rasted like citrus and whatever clogne he used that day. To Lando, Oscar tasted like every flavour of chocolate.
"Good... Because I like this too" Lando mumbled, before falling back asleep. Though this time there was no tears or sadness, just joy and comfort knowing he wss jn Oscar's arms.
> Oscar isn't home. You all owe me a fuckig hundred euros each
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