𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖? ❝ It was too much, and still not enough. And underneath it all, I could feel the edge of something. Like we were tipping just slightly off-balance, chasing each other into something we couldn't quite control. ❞ ╰*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧╮ | oscar piastri x lando norris | | there's some lestappen too | | follows the 2024 f1 season | | CW: themes of mental health |

𝚰𝐒 𝚰𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖? ❝ I don't have the right to cry... ❞ ❝ Of course you do. ❞ ❝ ...After what I did to you? ❞ ╰*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧╮ | oscar piastri x lando norris | | storm chaser x the storm | | hurt/comfort but they're both the ones doing the hurting | | follows the 2023 f1 season |

One night. That's all it was supposed to be. But Lando is not okay - and Oscar sees too much. Now they're tangled in something. Something unexpected. Or short: another landoscar story

Some memories disappear. Others wait. What's left between them is silence, careful distance and memories that hurt too much to touch. Can love be rebuilt when only one heart remembers? - amnesia trope - slow burn

In Formula 1, everything is public-except them. Oscar Piastri is perfect on paper: polite, controlled, McLaren's golden boy who never breaks the rules. What no one sees is how soft he is, how deeply he feels, or how badly he's suffocating in a world that won't let him want the one thing he can't have. Lando Norris is chaos wrapped in charm. Touchy, loyal, all golden-retriever energy and reckless devotion. He loves loudly in private, even when he knows he shouldn't, even when it could cost him everything. They're teammates. Rivals. Best friends in the making. And completely, devastatingly forbidden. Behind closed doors and away from cameras, something dangerous begins-stolen glances, lingering touches, feelings they swear they'll ignore until they can't anymore. McLaren has rules. Formula 1 has expectations. The closet has teeth. But loving each other hurts less than pretending they don't. A secret, in-the-closet, rivals-to-friends-to-lovers Formula 1 romance about forbidden love, soft confessions, and the aching hope that one day they won't have to hide-because loving each other out loud might be worth the risk.

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

"You wanna try?" Said the curly-haired boy with a helmet in one hand and Oscar's fate in the other. They were supposed to make it to F1 together. And technically? They did. But now Lando can't stand to look at him. And Oscar? He's still trying to fix something he never meant to break. Or: the one where Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri were childhood best friends, maybe something more, until everything exploded-and now they're stuck side by side, pretending they don't remember every second of what they lost.

2025 is shaping up to be McLaren's year, with a car that outperforms all others and two exceptional drivers. But when two equally talented drivers are in the same team, a collision becomes inevitable. Oscar and Lando will have to learn to navigate their relationship, not only on the racetrack but also as teammates, both in the heat of competition and in private. Or: Oscar accidentally outs himself, and Lando doesn't quite know how to shut up about it.

--- Lando Norris wakes up from a year-long coma with no memory of the love story that changed his life. He remembers Oscar Piastri as a rival. A teammate. Nothing more. Not the secret glances. Not the whispered I love yous. Not the marriage. Not the night he promised forever. Now, Oscar stands by his side-husband, stranger, and the man Lando unknowingly gave his whole heart to. But how do you fight for someone who doesn't remember loving you? How do you make someone fall in love with you again, when every memory of "us" is gone? In a story filled with heartbreak, healing, and second chances, The Second First Time takes you through the slow burn of re-falling in love, the weight of forgotten vows, and the aching beauty of choosing each other-even when the past is lost. Because sometimes, the heart remembers what the mind forgets. ---

❝𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.❞ - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩: 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? ~ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐅𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧 ~