Lando Norris has his life mapped out - a stable job, a respectable engagement, a future everyone keeps telling him he should want. But lately, everything feels like it's closing in. The ring on his finger feels heavier by the day, the smiles around him tighter, the walls of his own choices drawing closer. Then Oscar walks into his life. The man he shouldn't have met. The mistake that wasn't supposed to follow him into daylight. Now, standing across from him in the same department, the feeling Lando tried to bury breathes again - calm, composed, and entirely out of reach. They're supposed to be colleagues. Professionals. But every argument, every shared glance, every late night spent working becomes a reminder of everything Lando's trying not to feel. And the more he tries to run from what's expected of him, the more he finds himself drawn toward the one person he shouldn't want.

Oscar Piastri's love life is the talk of the F1 world-mainly because no one's ever seen his girlfriend. Does she exist? Or is she just a figment of his imagination? Detective Lando Norris to the rescue!

༻𓊈𒆜Murder Husbands𒆜𓊉༺ ➥Prequel to my fic "Video Killed The Radio Star" ---------𖧷𖧷𖧷 📻📺𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Two serial killers. Two victims. One rather unfortunate circumstance. Alastor Hartfelt and Vincent Whittman were never supposed to cross paths. But a party and murder brought them together to the same place on the bayou. Almost instantly a rivalry sparks between them, a clear distaste for each other's professions. Now using their industries to compete, Alastor and Vincent will stop at nothing to outdo each other. That is until life becomes a bitch and Vincent realizes just how badly he wants Alastor. ---------𖧷𖧷𖧷 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 ---------𖧷𖧷𖧷 ➳ mature themes and language ➳ the characters are not mine. they belong to Vivzipop. ➳ a murdermedia fanfic ➳ started: sun, nov. 30, 2025 ➳ finished: ---------𖧷𖧷𖧷 𝓐 𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓫𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬

༻𓊈𒆜Video Killed The Radio Star𒆜𓊉༺ ➥Season 2, epidode 8: Alastor and Vox's battle ---------𖧷𖧷𖧷 📺𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Vox and Alastor didn't always hate each other. Once they were comrades. Friends. And almost something more. But one business offer shattered everything, triggering a deal that would be the death of any affection left between them. Now, decades later, love and hate have blurred between the two. Vox is desperate to end everything once and for all. ---------𖧷𖧷𖧷 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 𓊗 ---------𖧷𖧷𖧷 ➳ Mature themes and language ➳ Characters are not mine. They belong to Vivzipop. ➳ RadioStatic fanfic 📺📻 ➳ Started: mon, Nov. 24, 2025 ➳ Finished: thu, Nov. 27, 2025 ---------𖧷𖧷𖧷 𝓐 𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓫𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬

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

During a golden, sun-drenched Monaco summer the Mclaren team takes a rare break. The villa they stay at is quiet, heavy with heat and the soft stillness of time off. Oscar arrives in the wake of a quiet breakup with Lily, carrying the silence of a man still figuring out what he's lost. He's withdrawn, his mind a haze of bitter thoughts. Lando watches from the edges, heart soft and aching. His crush on Oscar is old and carefully hidden, but now, without the noise of the track or the pressure of the season, something fragile begins to stir. In the space between cicadas and salt-kissed afternoons, conversations grow more honest. Oscar is lonely. Lando is hopeful. And sometimes, hope lingers even when it's sunburnt, peeling and sore, but still alive under the skin.

hii people im we writing oneshot book again there will be fluff , angst and smutt too.

This is plenty of stories about Lando Norris & Oscar Piastri. Please read the " •things to know• " chapter before starting ! -> Respect and kindness is wanted here. -> No +18 scenes for obvious reasons I hope, they are humans, have girlfriends and are just existing so I won't write something more than maybe a kiss.

Collection of Ted Lasso OneShots that pop into my head at 3am

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.