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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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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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“Nah,” Lando says, almost wanting to laugh, the concept is so fucking ridiculous. “Nah, there’s no way. I’m on the pill.”
“Yeah you’re on it,” Oscar says slowly. “With all the love in the world though, d’you always remember to take it?”
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- Part 3 of never to part
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Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.
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The Joker takes what he thinks is his.
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- Part 3 of a room full of coral