idfk ghost said fr so i complied

just a bunch of niko x aj oneshots Updates will come everyday. Requests are open for oneshot ideas. Comment what you would like to see. I especially love angst and a lot of fluffy/cuteness.

What's supposed to be a chaotic Christmas getaway with family, teammates, and half the Formula 1 grid turns into Oscar Piastri's worst (and strangest) nightmare: everyone leaves without him. Trapped alone in a too-quiet house over Christmas, Oscar is left to wrestle with creaking floors, lingering memories, and the kind of loneliness that gets louder the longer it sits. Between missed flights, unexpected FaceTimes, and one very familiar orange sock, this is a soft, funny, slightly haunting holiday story about being left behind - and realizing you might not be as alone as you think.

Just ask for whatever ship, platonic or not, fluff, smut or angst and i'll do my best to make ur beta squad dreams come true. 🥰🥰🥰 !!!!WARNING!!!! okay guys i definitely need to add this, my stories aren't always for the lighthearted. some of them are really dark and contain stuff like sexual abuse, assault, self harm, rape, ect. I'll make sure there's a trigger warning each chapter but just know that it does get really dark at times (I AM NOT DOING Y/N HATE THAT SHIT SORRY)

When an outgoing junior Niko moves in with reserved senior Aj, he's determined to break through his quiet roommate's walls whether Aj likes it or not. Niko Omilana x Aj Shabeel Book Chunkz x Sharky side relationship Started: 02/08/25 Ended: 06/08/25

Some small Landoscar one shots, feel free to give me ideas you want to read :3 Mostly fluff or smut I can never find new Landoscar fanfics so I gotta write for myself 💪

Oscar Piastri has always been easy to love. Quiet. Kind. Brilliant. The sort of person who remembers birthdays, explains assignments, and stays late to help everyone else, even when nobody asks. At university, surrounded by friends who have become family, Oscar should be happy. So why does he feel like he's taking up too much space? As the pressure of university mounts and old insecurities begin to feel louder than they used to, Oscar starts to disappear in ways no one quite notices. A missed coffee. An empty seat. A smile that doesn't reach his eyes. And by the time his friends realize something is wrong, it may already be too late. Because sometimes people don't leave all at once. Sometimes they leave a little at a time. And sometimes the hardest question isn't why someone left- It's who made them believe they had to.

Oscar Piastri is a masterpiece of ice and silence. To the rest of Hogwarts, he is a ghost in the dungeons, a lethal Slytherin whose mere presence feels like a winter frost. He is a boy built of sharp edges and secrets, conditioned by a father who taught him that feelings are a weakness and touch is a weapon. His sister, Cara, is the only anchor keeping him from drifting into the dark. She is his mirror, his protector, the only one who can see the cracks in his marble skin. But then there is Lando. A Gryffindor made of sunlight, curls, and a terrifyingly pure heart. Lando is everything Oscar was told to despise-and the only thing that makes his heart beat with a rhythm that feels like life. It starts with tutoring sessions that bleed into obsession. It starts with Oscar's cruelty, a desperate attempt to push away the only person who looks at him without fear. But Lando doesn't run. Even when Oscar screams, even when Oscar flinches, Lando stays. One is a sun that refuses to dim. The other is a storm that's forgotten how to be calm. As a dark political war closes in and Oscar's father prepares to purge the "mistakes" from the wizarding world, Oscar is caught in a suffocating trap. He must choose between the blood that defines him and the boy who haunts his every waking thought. Oscar Piastri is untouchable. But for Lando, he's willing to shatter.

"I've found you again," Oscar whispered, voice trembling. Lando's chest tightened. "And every time... we can't be together." They had met before. In lives they couldn't remember, in worlds that no longer existed, across centuries that left only echoes of longing. Each time, fate had brought them close, only to pull them apart. Every glance, every accidental brush of a hand carried the weight of memory they didn't yet understand. "I hate that I want you," Oscar admitted, eyes wide, raw. "I hate that I can't stop," Lando confessed, voice low, trembling. Guilt and desire collided in a storm neither could escape. They had lives, promises, people they loved, but in each dream, in each fleeting moment, it was always each other. Always. The pull was cruel, unrelenting, impossible to resist. They were cursed. To meet every century, to recognize each other without fully knowing why, to ache for what could never be theirs. A fire ignited in their hearts that could never burn fully, a longing that fate denied again and again. Every century, they would find each other. Every century, the world would force them apart. And still, they came. Still, they felt. Still, they burned. And now, after all this time, one question lingered between them: What would happen if, this time, they finally defied the curse?