Forget_me_not_07
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“Did you learn your lesson, baby?”
Oscar asked, a creepy smile on his face as he looked at Lando’s terrified expression.
Lando’s eyes stayed locked on the man now on the ground, writhing in pain, blood seeping from his knee—the man he had kissed just hours ago.
“I will never hurt you. But I don’t mind hurting others,” Oscar added, still smiling.
“I… I learned my lesson. Let him go,” Lando said, his voice shaking.
“Let him go?” Oscar repeated, laughing loudly, making everyone around them jump.
His hand rose again, and in a second, another bullet was fired from his gun.
“You were too brave tonight, baby…”
Or,
Oscar Piastri only cared about his group, guns and enemies.
Lando? A boy in a yellow hoodie who works in an ice cream shop.
One wrong night, one act of kindness—and suddenly, Lando is pulled into a world of a mafia group… where mercy doesn’t exist.- Language:
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13 Apr 2026
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“No, I am sure it is him.” The first man insisted, the grip around Max’s shoulder tightening painfully as he was heaved forward and onto his knees. “I have seen him before.”
Max’s whole body slumped in, his eyes falling shut. They refused to open again, every breath a strain on his lungs.
There was a hand seizing him by the back of the hated steel collar around his neck, ripping on it so his head was tilted upwards, calloused fingers gripping his chin. The small pain the rough treatment caused was nothing compared to the one in the rest of his body, Max barely felt it.
“It is him. Max Emilian Verstappen.”
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Or Max is the evil knight haunting the lands of Europe during the dark ages, but when he's caught and presented to the young Prince of Ferrari, Charles figures he might not actually be that bad
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12 Apr 2026
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Lando Norris, heir and leader of the McLaren syndicate, is used to two things: Effortless charm and absolute compliance. That is, until he meets Oscar, a baker's son who looks at him with annoyance instead. Intrigued by Oscar's fire, Lando decides to settle the Piastri family's debt by taking what they value most: their son.
He tells himself that he’s protecting Oscar from his world. But as the doors close and Oscar is dragged into his world, Lando quickly realises that Oscar isn’t someone who would simply bow down to him.
Oscar Piastri’s life revolved around evidence, criminal law textbooks, and his parents’ bakery, “The Pastries.” He spends his free time observing people. But when two men enter the bakery, everything suddenly changes. Now? He's trapped in a mansion with the very type of people he studied; he must find a way to identify security weaknesses and learn more about Lando’s psychological triggers.
He’s not playing hard to get; he never wanted any of this in the first place. He has to get out of here, but it seems his mind and heart have different views as the lines between captor and protector blur.
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05 Apr 2026
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‘I’m okay’, he says into the space between Max’s ear and collarbone. ‘Promise’.
Max grunts in response, brings a hand up to tangle in Oscar’s hair, gentle but firm.
‘I swear’, Oscar continues, like he can’t stop. ‘It’s almost funny, right? You think, what could possibly be worse than a DNS. Nothing, right? Maybe a second DNS, but that would be a sick joke, right? Like, that wouldn’t actually happen to someone, yeah?’.
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25 Mar 2026
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“Y’know how it is,” he jerks his head to the side, and Oscar realises that he hasn’t looked him in the eyes once during this entire conversation. Avoiding. “Doesn’t exactly look good for me.”
“What doesn’t?” Oscar’s brows pull together, the back of his neck heating up. Swallowing, he goes to take a small step forward, to bridge the miles of distance between them, but he stops himself at the last second. Instead, runs his thumb nail over the pad of his pointer finger. Lets it carve into the pink skin.
Raising his hand, Lando flings it to the side, as if swatting away a particularly insistent fly.
“That you’re so, like. Beta.”
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Or: The entirely too self-indulgent WAG Omega Osc-fic of my dreams.
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22 Mar 2026