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Lando returns to Bristol after graduating and expects to find his old life still there waiting for him.
And it is, mostly. It's just that Lando can't quite shake the feeling of being a man out of place and out of time, with a million and one expectations for him that are growing increasingly difficult to keep up with.
It's no wonder he can't bear to look himself in the mirror most days.
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30 Jun 2026
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"Lando?" He asks, shocked, because standing in the doorway is technically Lando, but not his Lando. This one is much younger, plucked straight from his rookie year or somewhere thereabouts, almost like someone had taken a look through Oscar's old social media footprint and plucked out the very version of Lando that Oscar had obsessed over, hidden under the guise of looking up to his racecraft.
Well, Oscar did admire his racing, but it wasn't exactly Lando's car that had him jerking off under the covers in shitty hotels between F2 races, fist almost stuffed into his own mouth to evade the scrutiny that came with the paper thin walls.
...mostly
This Lando is also shirtless, waistband of his pants twisted slightly as if he'd pulled them on in a hurry, tripping over himself as he hurried to the main room. Clearly Oscar had interrupted something.
"Who are you?"
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22 Jun 2026
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Thirty seconds. The video is thirty seconds, and it takes two words, right at the end. Two words that are soft, gentle—you’d have to strain to hear them, but Lando doesn’t need to. He can’t hear anything else. They rattle around in his head, vision blurred, mouth dry.
His hands shake, but then again, they always do.
“Fuck—Lando."
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11 Jun 2026
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Oscar told himself he wasn’t going to let this fuck him up. And he won’t.
But.
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11 Jun 2026
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"Is that why you always look at me like you hate me?" Lando asks.
"I don't hate you," Oscar tells him, confused. "I've followed you hundreds of miles out here with nothing but a sticky note as a promise. How could I hate you?"
"See, you're doing it now, even. You look like you're ready to pounce."
I want to eat you, Oscar thinks. I want to kill you, I'm so in love with you.
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25 May 2026