OutofBlue
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Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling.
There’s a pause, stretching suspiciously long.
A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again.
“Sorry,” OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. “Thought someone was at the door.”
Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.
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18 Jul 2026
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When Oscar Piastri retires from Formula 1 and reveals himself as JP – the anonymous music sensation whose debut album Falling documented two years of loving someone who wouldn’t love him back – the world immediately knows who the songs are about.
What do you do when you have seven songs written about you and you're too scared to admit they're true?
If you're Lando Norris, apparently, you sue him.- Language:
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15 Jul 2026
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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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11 Jul 2026
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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