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#chinesegp #landoscarbondns 
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hybrids!lan 

human form!lano yang gak suka ikan gak sengaja makan ikan in his cat form 🐱 https://t.co/90iFt2tryt

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hybrids!lan 

human form!lano yang gak suka ikan gak sengaja makan ikan in his cat form 🐱 https://t.co/90iFt2tryt

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hybrids!lan

human form!lano yang gak suka ikan gak sengaja makan ikan in his cat form 🐱 pic.twitter.com/90iFt2tryt
— juju (@jujujuyu2) December 6, 2025

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hybrids!lan 

human form!lano yang gak suka ikan gak sengaja makan ikan in his cat form 🐱 https://t.co/90iFt2tryt

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hybrids!lan 

human form!lano yang gak suka ikan gak sengaja makan ikan in his cat form 🐱 https://t.co/90iFt2tryt

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hybrids!lan 

human form!lano yang gak suka ikan gak sengaja makan ikan in his cat form 🐱 https://t.co/90iFt2tryt

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hybrid!lando

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hybrid!lando

tons of kisses for chicken wrap and ice cream? no problem!😼 https://t.co/tgSFLBfJ0X

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hybrid!lando

tons of kisses for chicken wrap and ice cream? no problem!😼 pic.twitter.com/tgSFLBfJ0X
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hybrid!lando

tons of kisses for chicken wrap and ice cream? no problem!😼 https://t.co/tgSFLBfJ0X

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hybrid!lando

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hybrid!lan

hayoloh lano ngapain??? https://t.co/9r9PXWclyR

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hayoloh lano ngapain??? https://t.co/9r9PXWclyR

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hybrid!lan

hayoloh lano ngapain??? pic.twitter.com/9r9PXWclyR
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I still don't know how to name this stories yet, so let's just call it the mafia stuff first

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my 814 draft fic (mpreg) https://t.co/rvmNVCIByH

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tw! mpreg. very short draft. accepting advice bcz this is my first ever words.

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iv. The silence and the calm before the storm

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Keesokan paginya, suasana di dalam rumah terasa berat. Lando sempat terbangun beberapa kali dalam tidurnya, mendengar Oscar berbicara di telfon. Sesuatu tentang pasokan barang yang tertahan di pelabuhan dan kantor di selatan yang harus dikosongkan sementara.

Oscar benar, pikir Lando. Keluarga Brown jelas merencanakan sesuatu. Maka setelah sarapan, Oscar benar-benar bersiap untuk pergi.

Pagi itu kelabu, hujan jatuh deras menabrak kaca-kaca, menghasilkan derak yang berisik. Empat SUV hitam berderet di halaman rumah mereka. Sekumpulan pria yang tidak Lando kenal bergerak dengan gesit di bawah payung, berbisik di balik sarung tangan kulit dan intercom yang tersembunyi di mantel mereka.

Oscar tampak berbicara dengan Joel, yang mulai hari ini akan tinggal dan mengawasi Lando bak sipir penjara. Lando menatap Oscar lama, sesuatu terasa mengganjal di ulu hatinya. Ia merasa stres. Tentang keamanan tambahan yang dirinya dapatkan, tentang usaha ekstra menyembunyikan kondisinya, dan rasa mual yang setia datang tiap pagi. Jika hal ini tidak berakhir baik, maka tidak ada kesempatan bagi Lando untuk berkata jujur - tentang bayinya.

Tapi apakah Lando berniat untuk jujur?

Tenggelam dalam pikirannya, Lando tidak menyadari Oscar sudah berdiri di hadapannya. Pria itu mengenakan trench coat panjang, melapisi setelan jas hitamnya. Salah satu tangannya menggenggam sepasang sarung tangan kulit, sedang tangan lainnya berada di saku celana. Oscar tampak seperti penjahat yang keluar dari film - mungkin dia penjahat yang nyata.

" Get some rest, no need to send me off. " ucap Oscar.

" I'm fine." balas Lando. Lagipula ini adalah tradisi. Semacam aturan tak tertulis. Mengantar pasanganmu ke depan pintu, seperti istri yang mengantar suaminya pergi berperang.

Oscar memasukkan sarung tangannya ke dalam saku, mengambil satu langkah lebih dekat. Lando sedikit mendongak untuk menatapnya, menghirup harum tubuh Oscar yang mengelilinginya.

" If you need anything," suara Oscar rendah, memastikan hanya Lando yang bisa mendengarnya, " call through the private line, the encrypted one. "

Lando menelan ludahnya dan mengangguk. " I know. "

" And if you feel sick, if the headache returns, you call dr.Kath and she'll come right away. "

Lando hanya mengangguk singkat. Tentu saja tidak, pikirnya. Wanita itu mungkin dokter pribadi keluarga mereka, tapi dia juga salah satu tangan Oscar. Membiarkan wanita itu tahu sama saja dengan membocorkan rahasianya ke tangan Oscar.

" I'll be fine." Lando berusaha mengeluarkan suara yang meyakinkan. " Safe travels, Oscar. " lanjutnya.

Satu tangan Oscar terangkat dan menangkup pipi kanan Lando. Jari-jarinya bertengger dengan yakin disana - ibu jarinya mengusap lembut, sedang jari lainnya memberikan tekanan di bawah telinganya. Tubuh Lando menegang. Sentuhan itu terlalu tiba-tiba dan terlalu.. intim. Lando merasa udara di sekitar mereka menyusut, nafasnya tertahan.

" I'll be back before you know. " bisik Oscar, menatap kedua mata Lando lebih lama, mengangkat wajahnya dan mencium kening Lando. Sapuan bibirnya ringan, seringan angin, lembut seolah itu hanya ucapan sampai jumpa yang manis.

Lando terpaku. Matanya berkedip cepat. Kedua belah bibirnya terbuka tanpa ada suara yang bisa ia keluarkan. Memorinya mengulang kembali isi kontrak pernikahan mereka seperti kaset rusak.

- ... public display affection may sometimes be necessary to maintain positive public image.

Tapi ini bukan publik. Ini rumah mereka sendiri, dan orang-orang di sekitar mereka lebih dari tahu sejak awal bahwa pernikahan mereka setengah palsu. Jadi apa yang Oscar cari? Validasi apa yang dia butuhkan?
Oscar is a man of everything you can named. He may be gentle, at some point, but 'just being sweet' isn't one of them, truly.
Ciuman itu singkat. Ketika Lando menemukan lagi mata Oscar, pria itu luar biasa tenang seolah-olah apa yang baru saja ia lakukan hanyalah satu hal kecil yang tidak berarti sebelum berbalik dan pergi keluar, masuk ke dalam salah satu mobil. Nafasnya tertahan, terasa penuh di dadanya bersama rasa bersalah yang mulai timbul.

Lando menatap kepergian Oscar dari portico dalam hening. Rintik hujan mengantarkan cipratan air ke kakinya. Hari itu berakhir lebih panjang dari yang Lando kira.

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the silence and the calm before the storm happy reading! xoxo -ju Lando tenggelam dalam pikirannya. Melirik ke arah perutnya yang datar, tersembunyi dibalik kain sutra yang jatuh dengan sempurna di ...

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who- what am i gonna eat?

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who- what am i gonna eat?

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landoscar ((super random & quick short)) au

Lando si manusia setengah nganggur yang bantu jadi admin di Serasa Cafè milik ayahnya, ketemu Oscar, manusia kelihatan sibuk yang mulai langganan tiap hari dan selalu duduk di pojok. https://t.co/QxSLnMXKIw

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landoscar ((super random & quick short)) au

Lando si manusia setengah nganggur yang bantu jadi admin di Serasa Cafè milik ayahnya, ketemu Oscar, manusia kelihatan sibuk yang mulai langganan tiap hari dan selalu duduk di pojok. https://t.co/QxSLnMXKIw

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landoscar ((super random & quick short)) au

Lando si manusia setengah nganggur yang bantu jadi admin di Serasa Cafè milik ayahnya, ketemu Oscar, manusia kelihatan sibuk yang mulai langganan tiap hari dan selalu duduk di pojok. pic.twitter.com/QxSLnMXKIw
— juju (@jujujuyu2) January 12, 2026

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landoscar ((super random & quick short)) au

Lando si manusia setengah nganggur yang bantu jadi admin di Serasa Cafè milik ayahnya, ketemu Oscar, manusia kelihatan sibuk yang mulai langganan tiap hari dan selalu duduk di pojok. https://t.co/QxSLnMXKIw

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landoscar ((super random & quick short)) au

Lando si manusia setengah nganggur yang bantu jadi admin di Serasa Cafè milik ayahnya, ketemu Oscar, manusia kelihatan sibuk yang mulai langganan tiap hari dan selalu duduk di pojok. https://t.co/QxSLnMXKIw

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landoscar ((super random & quick short)) au

Lando si manusia setengah nganggur yang bantu jadi admin di Serasa Cafè milik ayahnya, ketemu Oscar, manusia kelihatan sibuk yang mulai langganan tiap hari dan selalu duduk di pojok. https://t.co/QxSLnMXKIw

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814 🫰🏻 lowercase, amburadul, pokonya minta maaf in advance yah 🙏🏻 lov u guis 🫶🏼 “makanya ngomong —” lando berusaha menahan suaranya agar tidak berteriak “apa susahnya sih …

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you can't get in a stranger's van!

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you can't get in a stranger's van!

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lando's au pic.twitter.com/71ZpXAfXiF
— juju (@jujujuyu2) April 21, 2026

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Lando woke slowly, cocooned in impossible softness.

His lashes fluttered open to a room unlike anything he had ever seen. The bed beneath him was enormous, far larger than any king-sized mattress he could have imagined, piled high with thick quilts, silk sheets, and furs that radiated gentle warmth. He was no longer in his torn white nightgown. Instead, he wore a new one; creamy-colored cotton, buttery soft against his skin, with long sleeves and delicate stitching along the collar. It smelled faintly of lavender and something richer... sandalwood.

The room itself was grand and cozy all at once. Heavy wooden beams, warm amber light from several oil lamps, table with a steaming teapot, and ornate screens painted with cranes and pine trees. Thick rugs covered the floor. A large window showed faint morning light filtering through the glass. This was no humble room. This was the heart of the Belorin pack's stronghold.

Confusion clouded his eyes. Then discomfort flared. A sharp throb pulsed through his feet.

Lando whimpered softly and pushed the heavy blankets down with trembling hands. His small feet were neatly bandaged in clean white cloth, spots of dried blood seeping through in places. The cuts from running through the forest still ached fiercely. He sat up slowly, heart beginning to race as memories flooded back, fire, his mother's lifeless body, the raid, the alpha who had carried him away like a prize.

Suddenly the door slid open with a quiet wooden sound.

Oscar stepped inside.

He looked different in the soft morning light. Still towering and powerful, but clearly exhausted.

His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and there were faint shadows beneath his sharp eyes.

He wore simple but luxurious clothes; black pants that hugged his strong legs and a silky white shirt tucked neatly at the waist, the top few buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone. The scent of sandalwood and smoke clung to him, now mixed with the faint trace of sweat and long hours without rest.

When his gaze landed on Lando, awake and sitting up, a small genuine smile curved his full lips.

"You're awake," Oscar said, voice low and rough with fatigue, but warm. He took a slow step forward, as if approaching a startled fawn. "Good. I was beginning to worry - "

Lando's reaction was immediate.

A high, frightened whine tore from his throat. He scrambled backward on the massive bed, his gown tangling around his legs, until his back hit the ornate wooden headboard.

Lando's wide bright eyes were filled with raw panic, tears already gathering at the corners. His freckled cheeks flushed with fear as he shook his head frantically, small hands clutching the blankets to his chest like a shield. Soft, distressed whimpers spilled out of him one after another.

Oscar paused mid-step, the smile fading into something more careful. He exhaled slowly, rubbing a large hand over his face, clearly fighting his own exhaustion and the instinctive annoyance that flickered across his features.

"Easy, omega," he murmured, keeping his voice deliberately low and steady. He didn't move closer. "You're safe here. No one will harm you."

Lando's breathing came in short, panicked bursts. His floral scent spiked sharply with distress, filling the room. He curled his bandaged feet closer to his body, wincing at the pain, but refused to take his eyes off the alpha.

Oscar's jaw tightened for a moment, the same flicker of irritation from the night before but he forced it down. He slowly lowered himself to sit on a cushioned stool near the bed, keeping distance between them, though his powerful presence still dominated the space.

"I know you're afraid," he continued, dark eyes locked on Lando's tearful ones. "And I know you remember who I am. But running from me won't fix what happened last night." His voice softened, almost gentle. "Your feet were badly cut. My healer cleaned and bandaged them while you slept. You thrashed in your sleep... I had to hold you so you wouldn't hurt yourself more."

Lando let out another broken whine, pressing his face halfway into the blanket, peeking out with wide, innocent eye. His small body trembled visibly.

Oscar leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, watching the fragile omega with an intensity that was both protective and tired.

"You can hate me, little one. But you're not leaving this room until I know you won't try to run into the mountains and die." A faint, weary smile returned. "Now... are you hungry? Thirsty? I had food prepared."

He waited, patient despite his evident exhaustion, the powerful pack leader reduced to sitting quietly while a mute, terrified omega decided whether or not to stop cowering from him.

Lando's eyes still filled with fresh tears as he stared at the alpha.

He shook his head violently, pressing himself harder against the headboard, his small hands clutched the blanket tighter, knuckles turning white, as if it could shield him from the reality sitting just a few feet away.

The offer of food and drink hung in the air unanswered. A tray had been quietly brought in by a servant earlier, warm porridge, soft steamed buns, sliced fruit, and hot tea meant to soothe both body and soul. The scents were gentle and inviting, but to Lando they tasted like ash and betrayal.

He turned his face away sharply, refusing to even look at the tray, his rounded cheeks still streaked with dried tears, his scent soured further with grief and defiance, a clear rejection of the alpha's presence.

Oscar watched him for a long moment, the exhaustion in his sharp features deepening. He ran a hand through his dark hair, sighing heavily.

"Hey," he said, voice low and rough. "You need to eat. Your body is weak after last night. The healer said you lost blood from your feet and you're running on nothing but fear."

Lando's response was immediate and fierce for someone so small and voiceless. He made a sharp, stubborn sound, almost a growl, though far too sweet to be threatening and shoved the edge of the blanket toward the alpha in a clear gesture of refusal. His freckled nose wrinkled, eyes narrowing with raw pain as he glared at Oscar through his lashes.
You killed her. You killed my mother.
The thought burned behind his gaze.

This alpha, this pack leader Oscar of Belorin, had ordered the raid. His men had brought the fire and terror that stopped his mother's heart. And now he sat here pretending to care, dressed in fine clothes, offering food like it could erase the blood on his hands.

Lando curled his bandaged feet closer to his body, wincing at the pain but refusing to show weakness. He hugged his knees to his chest and turned his entire body slightly away, presenting only his back and shoulder to the alpha. Silent tears slipped down his cheeks again, but he made no move to wipe them.

Stubborn. Heartbroken. Unyielding.

Oscar's jaw clenched, a flicker of annoyance flashing in his dark eyes. His sandalwood scent spiked sharply for a second. the natural reaction of a powerful alpha being defied, before he forced it back under control. He was not used to this. Usually pack members obeyed him instantly. Enemies feared him. Yet this fragile, omega, barely half his size, was refusing him with every core of his being.

"Such a stubborn kitten," Oscar muttered, half to himself. He stood up slowly from the stool, towering over the bed, but kept his distance. "I understand your anger. I won't insult you by saying I'm sorry for the raid...my pack needed those resources, and your elders were fools who chose war."

Lando let out a heartbroken keen, shoulders shaking as he buried his face against his knees. The sound was raw, filled with accusation and grief. He refused to look at the alpha, his small body trembling with the effort of holding onto his defiance.

Oscar exhaled through his nose, clearly fighting his annoyance feelings. He took one careful step closer to the bed, his presence commanding even in exhaustion.

"You can hate me. You can refuse every kindness I offer. But you will not starve yourself in my house." His tone carried the weight of alpha command, though he tried to make it gentle. "Eat. For your own sake. Or I'll have the healer force the food down your throat while I hold you still. I'd rather not, but I won't watch you waste away because of pride."

He paused, watching the small omega's trembling form. Despite his annoyance, something protective stirred in his chest at the sight of those bandaged feet and tear-stained freckled cheeks.

"Please," Oscar added quietly, the word sound foreign on his tongue. "Just a few bites."

Lando's stubborness was strong, but his body was weaker.

Curled up against the headboard, face hidden against his knees, he tried to ignore the alpha's presence entirely. The silence stretched between them, broken only by his occasional soft, miserable whimpers.

Then, without warning, his empty stomach let out a loud, embarrassing gurgle, clear and insistent in the quiet room. Lando could feel his face get burned of embarrassment.

Oscar's lips twitched, trying hard not to laugh. There is faintest hint of amusement breaking through his exhaustion.

"Hungry after all," he murmured, voice low. He moved closer to the bed, picking up the tray from the low table and setting it carefully on the edge of the massive bed. The warm scent of porridge and tea filled the air.

Lando's eyes glanced out as his cheeks colored with mortification. He shook his head again but the stomach growl returned, louder now, giving him away entirely.

Oscar sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed now, close enough that his sandalwood scent wrapped heavily around the small omega. "You can glare at me all you want, kitten. But you're eating."

Before Lando could scramble away, Oscar scooped a small spoonful of the warm porridge, blowing gently on it to cool it. He held it out, dark eyes steady and commanding.

"Open."

Lando frowned deeply, brows furrowed, freckled nose wrinkled in clear displeasure. With great reluctance, he open his lips just enough for Oscar to slide the spoon in.

The food was warm, savory, and gentle on his empty stomach. Lando chewed slowly - still frowning hard, refusing to show any sign of enjoyment even as his body desperately wanted the food. He made a small reluctant hum, soft and involuntary before turning his face away again after swallowing.

Oscar's expression softened slightly at the sound. He scooped another spoonful, patient.

"There it is, good kitten," he praised quietly, offering the next bite. "Just a little more."

Lando accepted three more spoonfuls with the same deep frown, cheeks puffed out in protest, making soft, grumpy little sounds each time, his scent was still laced with grief and resentment, but the sharp edge of panic had dulled just a fraction under the alpha's calming pheromones and the warmth of real food in his belly.

After the fourth bite, Oscar set the spoon down and studied the small omega carefully. The boy was heartbreakingly beautiful even like this - tear-stained, messy curly hair falling over his forehead, wide innocent eyes and that creamy dress making him look even smaller in the enormous bed.

Oscar still didn't know his name. He'd been wondering ever since the omega had bumped into him in the forest. Even after Oscar had taken him to Belorin's residence, the little man hadn't uttered a single word, only mutterings and faint sounds.

"I have wondered, what's your name?" Oscar asked, voice gentle but curious. He wanted to hear the omega speak, to hear that sweet voice properly after all the whimpers and keening cries. "There's at least one thing I need to know about someone who's invaded my bed, isn't there?"

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