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Gravity (lando/oscar, WIP)
Lando woke the way he’d been waking lately: not jolted, not panicked—just… already on.
Rodellar didn’t allow the kind of sleep where you disappeared. The stone kept too much. The canyon kept too much. Even the quiet felt edged, like it could nick you if you leaned the wrong way.
Salt & Steel (lando/oscar, 109k, completed)
There were three ways to disappear.
You could die. You could run. Or you could go to Shetland in November and see which one the weather chose for you.
Second Flight (lando/oscar, 133k, completed)
“Almost there,” the driver said, in the tone of a man who’d said it a lot on this road. “Mousehole’s just round this bend.”
Lando leaned his head against the cold glass. The sea appeared all at once, a flat sheet of pewter catching what little light there was, the curve of the harbour wall like a cupped hand. A scatter of white cottages tumbled down towards the water, chimneys smoking, roofs dark with damp.
It looked like the inside of a snow globe somebody had forgotten to shake this year.
Co-Authors of the Chaos (lando/oscar, 85k, completed)
Mount Fromme didn’t look that scary from the car park. From the lay-by at the end of a winding mountain road, it looked almost pretty in a menacing, cinematic way — like something you’d see in the prologue of a horror movie. Sunlight spilled through the firs in thin, bright sheets, dappling the tarmac and the rolled-up sleeves of Lando’s kit. The morning had that after-rain cleanness Vancouver was famous for: wet dirt, cedar, and somebody’s expensive cologne on a passing jogger.
New Colours, New Chemistry (lando/oscar, 30k, completed)
Oscar Piastri knew how to stay calm. Locked doors at dawn weren’t supposed to test that.
He stood at the glass front doors of McLaren HQ at 6 a.m., first impression in one hand, backpack in the other. The main door was locked. Of course it was.











