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I’ve been working on this fic for the past three months and it’s only beginning… so, take your popcorn and prepare for an omegaverse slow-burn friends to lovers landoscar! Here you have the summary of my main current work:
The 2025 season has come to an end, and a new name has been carved into the trophy every driver spends their life chasing. As the outcome lingers over Oscar after a turbulent second half of the championship, Lando finds himself facing a different battle: keeping his nature under control might no longer be possible.
And a little snippet:
"I didn't mean the ski trip." His fingers grip the sleeves of the hoodie he's pulled on over his kit. "Mum always makes far too much food, enough for a small army. And Bristol's quieter than Monaco at this time of year. For Christmas, I mean."
Time seems to pause. Oscar's hand stills mid-motion, keys caught loosely in his grip, as if he's forgotten entirely what he meant to do with them.
In that minute of silence - sixty seconds on the watch on his wrist - Lando sees it with complete clarity: what he's just suggested.
