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Superman finds out about Conner.
Lex copes.
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- Part 3 of The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts
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30 Sep 2025
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Lex doesn't know what he finds more irritating; that his nemesis who he sometimes has casual sex with assumes he has every right to thoroughly interfere with a routine targeted assassination attempt against him, or that he would probably be just as invested if it happened to almost anyone else.
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- Part 2 of mutually beneficial arrangements
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22 Sep 2025
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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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10 Sep 2025
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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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07 Sep 2025
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Twenty-three slips with his name. That’s all it took.
"I present to you the tributes of District 10 for the 74th Hunger Games!" Helmut Marko’s voice rang out.
Lando glanced again at Oscar standing next to him — straight, motionless, with an impassive face. A person who had chosen to be here himself.
In the district, they said that the butcher Piastri's son's hand wouldn't tremble even when he needed to slaughter a young bull. I wonder, thought Lando with sudden grim clarity, would it tremble when the time came to kill a person?
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07 Sep 2025