Lando needs some romance advice... his solution: create a group text of the 2022 drivers (+some veteran drivers) Chaos ensues... (Contains Simi, Brocedes, Lestappen, Carlando, Jenson x Fernando x Webber, Yukierre, Alex x George, Esteban x Lance x Mick, Daniel x Nico H, and possibly more!)

"What are you doing?" Pierre asked in English, finally snapping Charles out of whatever haze he was stuck in. "Hm? Listening to you?" Charles looked up to meet his best friend's eyes and immediately heard the thought that followed. *You were very clearly ogling Max just now.* Charles's eyes widened. "I did not!" he said, voice cracking as his ears turned red. Pierre only grinned wider. *Oh calamar, you think I haven't noticed you staring at him since you got the superpowers.* Or the one where Charles can read minds, and Max's thoughts ruin everything (or fix everything).

It was supposed to be simple. A fake relationship, a bit of public hand-holding, and a few well-timed smiles for the camera. Nothing they couldn't handle. They're both used to pressure, just usually the kind that comes with an engine. But between media appearances, private jokes, and the occasional almost-too-convincing moment, the lines start to blur. And suddenly, what started as a carefully constructed lie doesn't feel so fake anymore.

~ Landoscar story ~ Lando and Oscar haven't been teammates for very long but they do get along quite well, maybe too well. Oscar catches himself feeling something for his fellow driver. Hiding it becomes more and more difficult, especially when Lando is sending ambiguous signals. Will their story finally be a love story? ""I attended the grand prix in Imola and secretly watched the podium ceremony where Lando looked so ... divine, his head proudly raised and his tongue sticking out during the champagne fight, very cocky and ... "Oi Osc, you have some drool there, were you dreaming of me?" I snap out of my daydream and immediately blush."" Some oneshots at the end of this story Englisch isn't my first language so please excuse little mistakes. This is also my first fanfic, don't be too harsh. I hope you enjoy the story at least a little bit :) tumblr: papayapillowprincess ao3: likeawinner481

What happens when the entire F1 grid has a group chat... and no one respects boundaries? From photos, screenshots, savage memes, and flirty comments to nonstop teasing of every ship, chaos reigns supreme. Landoscar gets all the spotlight-blushes, possessive reactions, and embarrassing moments galore-but no ship is safe. George & Carlos, Max & teammates, random flirts... everyone ends up roasted, teased, and dragged into the madness. Expect: Full-grid chaos 😎 Hilarious teasing and savage memes 🤪 Flirty, blush-inducing Landoscar moments 💖 Other ships getting dragged into the fun 🔥 Pure, chaotic fandom energy Warning: you may laugh, swoon, and scream at the same time. This is a wild, flirty, meme-filled ride through the F1 grid, and trust me-you won't want to miss it. ---

COMPLETED | Lando Norris + Oscar Piastri's bro day out prior to the 2025 F1 Season sparks up a funky dating rumour. But the McLaren PR team uses this to their advantage to accelerate both boys' careers. Fake/Pretend Relationship | Friends to Lovers | 2025 F1 Season Realistic .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ "We have a new PR strategy for this year to aid with keeping you both in the headlines for longer," Louise, the CMO, continues. "We want to lean into the wave you've both created already." "We want you to both be in a PR relationship," Zak finalises. Lando immediately spills a quarter of the water carafe onto Oscar's lap out of pure shock. Lando gasps out a few squeaky sorry's while Oscar stands up in a fright. "You mean with... models, or s-something?" Oscar stutters out, looking down to his pants which absolutely looks like he's just pissed himself. "No, that'd be a very easy strategy. We've used that one for years," Louise laughs. Neither of the drivers are laughing with her. "You two, together."

What's their relationship? Definitely not lovers. They both have feelings for other people, people who are untouchable, or simply out of reach and yet, in their longing and frustration, they discover something.The unspoken arrangement, they can be each other's substitute, a stand-in for the love they can't have. What begins as comfort soon blurs into something more complicated and dangerously close to real feelings. It grows into a bond far more consuming than love, addictive, and merciless. Can the relationship they built to satisfy their desires continue forever? Or will their craving for what they cannot have destroy them both?

Oscar and Lando's intertwined lives were shattered by a tragic accident with Oscar behind the wheel. Although Lando survived, he was left with permanent, externally invisible vision loss in one eye. Despite Lando's forgiveness, Oscar couldn't bear to see his own failure reflected in every blink of the man he loved. To escape the crushing weight of his guilt, he turned to the memory-erasure technology and had every trace of Lando scrubbed from his mind. Yet, the mind struggles to forget what the heart already knows, and the deleted memories continue to seep into Oscar's dreams like phantom pains.

Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes-slow, deliberate, almost gentle. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.

Fast Hearts, Faster Hands - A LandOscar Story In the high-stakes world of Formula 1, milliseconds decide everything - reputations, rivalries, world championships. For teammates Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri, speed has always been simple. Feelings are not. When the new season begins, the pressure is suffocating. The team needs results. The paddock whispers about tension in the garage. But somewhere between late-night debriefs, lingering glances over telemetry screens, and hands brushing in the rush before lights out, Oscar realises his biggest risk isn't Turn One - it's Lando. Falling for your best friend is complicated. Falling for your team mate and rival? Dangerous. As victories slip through their fingers and the title fight tightens, every overtake feels personal, every radio message loaded. Team orders threaten to tear them apart. Sponsors demand perfection. The world watches for cracks. Loving each other could cost them everything they've worked for - or become the very thing that makes them unstoppable. Because in Formula 1, you need fast hearts to survive. But do you need faster hands to hold on? Can love and ambition share the same cockpit - or will one of them have to lift?