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“And it’s misconceptions like this that mean so many people who have been trafficked don’t even realize it.”
Chay couldn’t get that line out of his head. He had always thought sex trafficking was just what you saw in movies – people kidnapped, taken far from home, and held captive in terrible conditions to be sold and forced to ‘have sex’. He didn’t really understand why he was so focused on it. It was a gruesome topic, and it’s not like he knew anyone who had been trafficked, so why couldn’t he just let it go? But after yet another week of trying to forget about the whole thing, Chay was still as consumed as before and knew he had to get answers. He was going to have to talk to Vegas.
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When Kim reveals that he isn't as free as everyone assumes he is, Chay resolves to help him in any way he can.
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- Part 36 of Stand Alone Stories
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Max shrugged. “No problem. I mean, we’re practically neighbours now, right?” His eyes twinkled with the hint of mischief, and he tilted his head towards the building behind Oscar. “I’m just above you, in the penthouse.”
Oscar blinked, surprised. “Wait—what? You live in the same building?”
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Oscar moves to Monaco and bumps into Max who happens to be one of his neighbours. The two quickly become friends and then something more as they spend more and more time together.
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The late 2025 Oscar villain arc we all wanted.
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“I hate you. Christ, I hate you so fucking much, I can’t even… You weren’t supposed to be like this.”
Oscar forgets to breath, the words settling over him with a wave of nausea and a sick sense of arousal. His every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. “Like what?”
“Winning. Before me, too. Beating me. Making me feel like…” Lando rasps. “Every time you stand over me on the podium, I want to rip my hair out. It drives me fucking insane. Every time you win, I hate it, I hate you.” He licks his lips, Oscar’s eyes pathetically tracking the movement.
“If you’d just drive better, you wouldn’t be seeing me win.” He says, his stomach churning. “You wouldn’t need my fucking help. And just for the record, I can’t stand you either.” It’s a blatant lie, and he thinks Lando knows it, but maybe he doesn’t, because his expression shatters, defiance crumbling into a million broken pieces right in front of Oscar. And Oscar, who just minutes ago was pushing exactly for this reaction, can’t take it. Not when it’s Lando; not when it wasn’t true anyway.
“I’m sorry.” He says. Another lie. This one, they both recognize as such.Series
- Part 1 of Oh, golden boy
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Really he didn’t mind being an omega, but his scent was just a nuisance.
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Or: Omega Max who works in a bakery to hide his scent, meets F1 driver Oscar who really likes sweets.