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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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30 Apr 2026
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look i know i say this about every second fic i read because there are such great works out there but i mean it when i say i have no words to describe what this fic is to me. but there's something about it that makes me want to try even if it's in vain so here i am, someone who has cried maybe twice all their life, sitting with tears on my face trying to put into words how fucking brilliant this fic is. orpheus has always been to me a reflection of what it is to be human and the line "because love makes fools of us" is going to be my undoing. and to think it was said by mark webber! i can't even stand him irl but i was sniffling when he hugged baby osc okay, it's testament to the insane skill of the author. i don't know if it was just the losing what you've known as home for the short period of your existence but not being able to place blame because everyone's just human or something else but it was beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. i could write 3 essays on what this fic represents to me, okay? and that wouldn't even touch on the writing in and of itself, which is a force to be reckoned with because woah. the pacing, the craft it was so artfully worked that i found myself rereading entire paragraphs of just the setting descriptors. the world building is wonderful, and don't get me started on the yearning because that is where i lose words, i can only sit and stare at my screen because what i read just took my breath away. i've read hundreds of fics and so many of them share characteristics with this one but one thing unique to it is that it genuinely made me want to be a better person for the people i love and those who love me. the romance part is done incredibly well, but for me the fact that it's someone contending with being human and in love; and the tension it creates with our notions of normalcy, acceptance, propriety, and nobility makes every single realisation that oscar has so fucking profound. i know i said so much but i feel like i've said nothing at all because i can't do justice to the brilliance of this fic with any comments that i might be eloquent enough to articulate about it. the sheer depth in every single sentence leaves me in awe. this is a work of art, a brilliant brilliant thing, and i am so lucky to have read this and forever grateful to the author for putting this out into the world. it might sound cheesy but i mean it when i say: thankyou from the bottom of my heart.
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Silverstone had screamed itself hoarse for him, had waved Union Jacks and neon flags bearing his logo until the grandstands looked like a living, breathing sea of his colors. The world loved him today — revered him with a ferocity he once thought could fill every hollow space inside him.
And it meant nothing.
Because every time he blinked, he saw it again — the angry flush creeping up Oscar's normally composed face during the national anthem. The mechanical, joyless way he'd raised his champagne bottle during celebrations, spraying it at no one in particular with all the enthusiasm of someone washing their car. The way his eyes, usually so warm when they found Lando's, had turned flat and distant, like someone had flipped a switch and turned off everything that made him Oscar.
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what the fuck (affectionate)
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Thursday developments by ParisToRome
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types
07 Aug 2025
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Lando stares at him, the superhero on his couch, and fights the dull ache creeping over his skin. Everything is wrong.
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On Monday morning, Oscar finds a coffee next to his chopping board and a note.
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"Write a song about it," Lando said when breaking up with the love of his life.
That certainly bit him in the ass. Now, he was stuck slinging drinks with his ex's Grammy-winning album playing on repeat.
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Everyone knows breakup albums are universally fire. Lando feels the burn.
(Oscar wonders what to do with the ashes.)
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- Part 1 of heart eyes 'verse
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08 Jan 2026
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