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There were several things that Lando knew for a fact. He knew that he loved playing volleyball, that he was a talented player and that he was going places – he would get into university with a scholarship in volleyball, even if he had to fight tooth and nail for it. These were all true, indisputable facts in Lando’s mind.
He also knew that he and Oscar Piastri were unspoken rivals, and that he hated the younger player with every fibre of his being.
Or – the Landoscar volleyball enemies to lovers AU that absolutely nobody asked for
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Oscar Piastri is a lonely, closeted F1 driver who's one mistaken hook-up away from certain ruin. Lando is a down-on-his-luck photographer who's three days away from eviction. When Lando tries to mug Oscar in a desperate attempt to keep his housing, Oscar proposes a mutually beneficial arrangement: Lando lives with Oscar as his companion for one year. After that, they're free to go their separate ways. A rock-solid NDA and no hard feelings. What could go wrong?
Or: nothing more than an excuse for me to write SoftDom!Oscar x Sub!Lando
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It was the freshest bit of gossip the whole school had the minute Oscar Piastri enrolled. Everyone spoke about the son of a Death Eater attending Hogwarts.
Piastri is off-putting, yes. Eerily stoic at times and a growing nuisance to Lando when he bests him at duels in front of everyone. But does Lando think this kid is some evil and dangerous wizard? Frankly, he couldn’t care less about what this kid is.
He just needs to beat him next time they’re opponents.
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Lando and Oscar are rivals with a deep rooted hatred for each other, both vying to win a prestigious competition at Hogwarts. But the road to becoming a victor will be tricky as they become each other’s distraction and obsession.
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"I mean… what do you have in mind, Lando?"
"Whoever gets first place in a race gets to fuck the other afterwards."
The smile from earlier was gone. In its place was a look Oscar recognized too well. The one Lando wore in the garage before lights out. Focused. Cold. Like nothing else in the world mattered. Oscar had seen that look dozens of times on the screen during replays, had even studied it once or twice when he wasn't supposed to. But it had never been directed at him like this.
OR Lando offers a challenge. Oscar accepts, even though he already knows who's going to lose.
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One month.
The criminologist that had had the same exact job before Dipper had only lasted a month on this case.
One month and then he rushed to the nearest prison visitor reserved toilet to upchuck his lunch and subsequently moved himself and his family to another state.Your local true crime enthusiast has decided to write something based on the podcast Monsters who Murder and one of many netflix shows about serial killers.
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15 Oct 2024
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acho q eu nunca vou conseguir apagar essa fanfic dos confins mentais meus