OutofBlue



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    Oscar knows he fucked up the moment he tried to be the goody-two-shoes that he thinks he is.

    “So, you’re saying,” Lando narrows his brows, “My parents are paying you to date me?”

    “Um, yeah,” Oscar admits, licking his dry lips, “No, I mean, they said they would pay me only if we started dating, which we haven’t so, technically—”

    Lando goes off on a rant about how his parents are so controlling and have no sense of respect for his privacy. God, he looks so fucking good complaining.

    “You know what, mate? Fuck it.”

    The mischievous glint in Lando’s eyes snaps him out of his daze.

    “Let’s do it. Let’s get you paid, Osc!”

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    They handed him an Omega with ash still in his hair.

    Lando stood barefoot on the marble floor of a city that had swallowed his name, his future, and the scent of the man he was promised to. He said nothing. He didn’t bow. He only stared — jaw tight, eyes brighter than any fire that took his home.

    Oscar Piastri was a commander, not a keeper of hearts. The boy was a war spoil, nothing more. He told himself that, again and again, as days passed and silence turned into glances, glances into questions, and questions into something dangerously close to care.

    The rules of war are simple: Victors take. The conquered yield.

    But Lando has never followed rules.

    And Oscar? He's starting to forget them.

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    01 Jul 2026

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    Lando’s been using phantom touch on his soulmate for ages—small things, harmless things, just enough to keep himself entertained. A tap here, a brush there. Nothing serious.
    Until one painfully boring debrief, he decides to tickle them.
    Across the room, Oscar Piastri chokes, jerks, and falls clean out of his chair.

    Lando suddenly isn’t bored anymore.

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    04 Jun 2026

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    “I’m not a rookie and I’m not doing this to prove anything. I like racing in pre-heat," Oscar says.

    Carlos’ brain short circuits. “What?”

    Oscar inclines his head. "It focuses me. Makes me more desperate for the win.”

    Desperate. Carlos can’t help it, his scent blooms.

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    Oscar mistimes his heat cycle in Monaco, things go awry. Carlos, who barely knows him, selflessly volunteers to help.

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    18 Mar 2026