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*4中心，各种原创人物pov，人人都爱兰多
*会提及4与55分别和原创角色有关系，介意者勿看
*十分慢热
*只有55与4两位，不提及现实里的其他车手等人物
电视明星卡洛斯x游戏主播兰多
两个人慢慢成长，慢慢发现自己爱着对方的故事。
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以后肯定会做现阶段还是纯爱。
可能分上中下，或者上下。Bookmarked by naonaoc
19 Jan 2026
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George looked around and asked, “Oscar’s not coming?”
Alex snorted. “He said he might. You know how that goes.”
Max chuckled. “Yeah, he’s probably already out somewhere with a cute boy and an overpriced bottle of champagne.”
“Speaking about me?”
The voice came from just behind Lando — low, smooth, threaded with amusement.
He turned.
And okay — yeah.
Cute boy, expensive champagne, it all suddenly made sense.
Or: the one where Lando tries to fix his broken heart with fun, flirting, and very bad decisions.
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11 Nov 2025
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Lando, in full nesting mode, gets embarrassed when Oscar accidentally walks into his hotel room and sees the pile of blankets, hoodies, and pillows he’s been hoarding. Instead of laughing, Oscar just quietly adds his own hoodie to the pile.
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17 Oct 2025
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At the Top of the World by Insomniac_with_dreams
Fandoms: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008)
08 Nov 2023
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“You say that every time,”the man mumbles, sorting through the envelopes pausing on a red one before separating it from the rest and sticking it into a separate pocket in his oversized, red, duster. “Did I happen to get a bigger package?”
“That’s all the mail, dear.”
“Ah, yes. I meant a person. I’m expecting the last piece of my crew today.”
Georgia’s eyes narrow and flick over to Wolfwood, he’d shaken a cigarette out of his dwindling pack as he watched the interaction go down. He steps forward, tapping the man on the shoulder, shoving his hand forward when the man turns to him.
"I'm Wolfwood, nice to meet you." Wolfwood sticks the cold cigarette between his lips, grinning around it when the man takes his hand. The leather glove he's wearing squeaks against Wolfwood's palm when he squeezes.
"Vash. What's your specialty?"
"Break horses. Put any pony under me and I'll break it."
A blond brow quirks. "Any pony?"
Wolfwood smirks around the filter of his smoke, lazily dragging his eyes down from straw gold hair to the long plain of Vash's throat.
"Any pony."
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20 Aug 2025
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“Come on,” Vash says, “can’t you see I’m in a bind?”
“I should charge you double fer bringin’ plague.”
“It’s not plague! Please, I need to take care of him.”
“Fifty. Double. Dollars. Or get the hell outta my lobby.”
“I don’t have that. I don’t want trouble, is there anything else I can do?”
The woman leans around to look at Wolfwood, wrinkling her nose. She eyes his clothing, appraising for the worth of a worn down cotton mess held together by prayers and Wolfwood’s shoddy mending skills. Then her eyes skip up to the Punisher still strapped to Vash’s back. Then back to Wolfwood.
“Church man?”
Vash nods stiffly.
“He wear jewelry?”
A rosary.
“No,” Vash says.
She shrugs. “Less you cough up something, I can’t help you.”
Vash stares at her then nods and nods and keeps nodding as he pulls his revolver out from under his coat. He sets it on the counter without looking down at it.
“Will this work?”
or~ Wolfwood gets shot in the gut.
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18 Aug 2025