Weight of the Earth [AO3]
"Well, you see." Fred says slowly. "I cannot tell you much else. But he will." Lando’s eyes snap open. "You did not invite your friend who uncontrollably turns into a giant to our fucking WG." "I didn’t." he answers immediately, and Lando slumps into the chair from sheer relief. "He’s aware that in his… current conditions he shouldn’t travel. He’s not stupid, Lando, just desperate. But I told him about you." "Me." Lando says flatly. "Yes, about your research. And he would like to talk to you. See if you can help him figure out what’s going on with him." "Me." Lando repeats again. "No. Why. Why?"
Lando's a folklore geneticist fresh out of his PhD. He bums around his shared flat in Berlin, goes on mental health walks, gets stoned regularly, and tries to convince funding bodies (and himself) that his research is worth supporting. Oscar is a rising star in the world of motorsports who accidentally discovers himself to be the carrier of a previously unknown, but seemingly very dangerous Gene, which could easily end his career and potentially a few lives. Fred, Lando's roommate and Oscar's friend, may have a solution to both of their problems.
The one where folklore is genetically inherited, Lando's got a PhD and some secret freaky interests, and Oscar's got a very big problem.
Or, that one Landoscar vore/macro fic I guess.
