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My works :
https://archiveofourown.org/series/4327723
-> current serie about landoscar in the 2024 season, going on the 2025 season
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60845713/chapters/155412712
-> little fic about landoscar and a crash (ongoing)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75374721/chapters/228303686
23.12
“Oh—”
The sound left him under his breath, barely louder than the quiet in the room.
Behind him, something shifted.
A groan. Soft, sleepy.
“Osc…?” Lando’s voice was thick with sleep, barely coherent, the kind of sound that lived somewhere between a question and a complaint. “Why’s it bright…”
Little preview
Oscar didn’t answer immediately.
He was still looking.
Still taking it in like if he blinked too long, it might disappear.
“Lando,” he said finally, voice low but threaded with something unmistakable. Excitement. Wonder. “Wake up.”
A pause.
“…No,” Lando mumbled instantly, burrowing deeper into the pillow. “It’s illegal. Too early.”
Oscar huffed a quiet laugh, not turning around yet. “No, seriously. Wake up.”
Hello everyone
Ive been MiA for a while and I’m sorry about it.
I turned 23 two weeks ago and it went a bit drama in my colocation so it’s been hard for a while with no possibilities of writing or be concentrated enough to deliver my best work for you guys.
Then… I forgot I had a thesis to turn in so now I’m compulsively writing it because I only have 1 week to send it and I wrote nothing real 🤡.
But I’m not forgetting you guys and I’ll give you the chapters you’ve been waiting for and even more (I think you know which bonus I’m thinking about 🫡 lmsy)
How are you guys ? Have you anything you really wish for ? Let me know so I can know when I’ll be back ❤️
Hi, are you ok?
Hi !
hmmmm remember when I said I was in a collocation and it was good ? Well, now it's hell :) SO basically I'm trying to write and hen people are being assholes and I have to step in. BUT I'm coming guys I'm coming guys. Also i'm writing my thesis help me god.
I love you guys don't miss me too much
hi, how are you?
Hiii, I'm good and you ?
I'mmmm sooooorryy I've been late so so so late you should all be mad at me
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75374721/chapters/218580881
22.12
“You’re nervous,” he said.
It wasn’t a question.
Oscar let out a quiet, breathless laugh. “A bit, yeah.”
“A bit?” Adam echoed, one eyebrow lifting slightly.
Oscar smiled, a little sheepish. “Okay. A lot.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75374721/chapters/215817286
21.12
Behind him, Lando made a soft, content noise, clearly pleased with this new development. “See? Team effort,” he murmured, eyes half-closed again. “You pack… she supervises… I… morally support.”
Oscar snorted, pushing Luna gently to the side so he could keep going. “Your moral support is noted. And ignored.”
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20.12
“No kiss?” Lando had muttered at the empty kitchen, holding the toast like it had personally wronged him. “Unbelievable.”
A good morning without Oscar was, by definition, not a good morning. It was a betrayal of routine. Of physics. Of love. Therefore: bad Oscar. Mean Oscar. Criminal Oscar.
need the proposal to happen, because what the fuck was that (the race)
🫡🫡
Just 3 chapters and its done
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
19.12
“I think about stuff like that more than I used to,” he went on. “About staying in one place longer. About routines. About not living like every year is just the next airport and the next race and the next thing.” He hesitated, thumb rubbing along the rim of his mug. “About being responsible for something that isn’t a car or a dog or a plant I forgot to water.”
Oscar’s lips twitched despite himself. “You did kill three succulents.”
“They were dramatic,” Lando muttered automatically. Then he looked back up, expression open and earnest again. “But yeah. I think about it. Sometimes I imagine… someone small. Running around. Loud. Sticky. Probably annoying.” A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “Probably looks like one of us.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75374721/chapters/210796136
18.12
“Where’s the ”
Oscar slapped it shut with his palm.
The sound echoed far louder than it had any right to.
They both froze.
Lando blinked. Looked at the drawer. Looked back up at Oscar, confusion written plainly across his face. “Why did you just ”
“Wrong drawer,” Oscar said immediately, voice firm, tone final, as if this were a completely reasonable kitchen rule.
“…For spoons?” Lando added slowly.
17.12
osc: Need you. Urgent.
osc: Kidnapping.
osc: Bring expertise. And enthusiasm. And patience. And probably alcohol for moral support.
osc: No questions. Now.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75374721/chapters/209625836
16.12
When they finally paused, stepping back to take in the scene, the living room had been transformed. The tree sparkled like a miniature constellation, garlands shimmered in waves along shelves and mantels, and tiny figurines dotted every surface with charming chaos. Oscar spun toward Lando, eyes wide, shining, voice nearly trembling. “This… this is perfect. Absolutely perfect. I—God, I love you.”
Lando’s heart lurched in response, chest tightening so violently he nearly forgot how to breathe. “Love you too,” he whispered, low and steady, every word carrying the weight of months of racing, exhaustion, and shared joy. “You’re happy. That’s all that matters.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75374721/chapters/208406811
15.12
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk about,” he said evenly. “I think we should spend it at your parents’.”
Lando froze.
The fork stopped halfway to his mouth. The toast hovered, forgotten. His eyes widened just a fraction before narrowing again, disbelief crashing into his expression like a wave.
“…Sorry?” he said slowly. “Why?”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75374721/chapters/207472786
14.12
Lando reached out without looking, fingers curling weakly into Oscar’s sleeve. “Don’t go.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75374721/chapters/204088131
13.12
They never made it to the bed. They didn’t need to.