𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝟏𝟖 + [𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭] ━━━ This story runs parallel to ''Adrenaline: A lestappen story'' ❝ 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ❞ Oscar Piastri, a McLaren driver, discovers a love as intense as the one he has for racing-only this one is unrequited. His heart races for teammate Lando Norris, but Lando is entangled in a complicated relationship with Carlos Sainz. ° Prominent characters: Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Ricciardo, Logan Sargent, Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, Mark Webber and Fernando Alonso.

Oscar and Lando were never supposed to be anything but rivals. On the running track, they pushed each other to the limit, each trying to outdo the other, locked in a fierce competition that no one thought could ever change. But sometimes, rivalry gives way to something deeper-something neither of them expected. When Oscar's past threatens to unravel him, Lando's rivalry turns into something more: a relentless need to protect him, to care for him in ways he never thought possible. But just as their rivalry shifts into uncharted territory, old wounds resurface, and their connection is tested in ways neither could have prepared for. As they navigate their complicated feelings, the lines blur between friends, rivals, and something more. Together, they'll have to figure out if their love can survive the shadows of the past and the tension of their competitive nature, or if their enemies will always be a part of their story.

When a housing error forces Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri to share Room 181, neither of them is happy about it. Lando is loud, messy, and impossible to ignore. Oscar is quiet, controlled, and impossible to read. They clash. They argue. They barely tolerate each other. But somewhere between late nights, unspoken worries, and the kind of silence that starts to feel comfortable... something shifts. And Room 181 stops feeling like a mistake.

Idk how to write these. so here's this. Oscar hates his spot on Alpine so he puts his sights to papaya and meets Lando the man that might just change his life.

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.

What happens when you realise that you're madly in love with your team-mate and he just doesn't seem to realise it ? A Landoscar story

Max Verstappen isn't a hero. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-trying. Too trying. The kind of trying that makes your palms sweat when you lift a grocery box, that makes your chest tighten as the world moves too fast around you. When he steps outside, the streets should've just been another blur, another student hustling, another afternoon slipping by. But then he sees him-someone balancing paper bags with careful hands, oversized hoodie sleeves dragging past his wrists, eyes darting nervously at the crowd. George doesn't mean to stand out. But he does. They collide in the simplest of ways, a spilled bag, a shared glance, a wordless chaos that somehow feels like it could settle into something steady. Max doesn't know why he keeps reaching for the fallen groceries, why he can't look away. George tilts a small smile in his direction, awkward, hesitant, but entirely his own. And for the first time that day, Max pauses-not because he has to, but because he wants to. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this flutter of surprise when George hands him a neatly folded note. Not this quiet curiosity that tugs him toward someone who barely says a word but says everything anyway. "Thank you," the note says one day. And somehow, Max reads it, and it echoes louder than any noise around them. George fidgets with a small board, scribbles something, spins it toward Max. The words are careful, deliberate, tiny moments of trust wrapped in marker ink. Max grins. And George grins back. Between hurried errands, scattered groceries, and moments that teeter on awkwardly sweet, Max begins to see patterns-of care, of thoughtfulness, of someone who notices him just as much as he notices them. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to pay attention, how to stay present, how to see someone fully for the first time. Because this time, when George stretches out a hand, Max doesn't hesitate.

Max doesn't really have anyone to talk to after his dad beat the shit out of him, and he stumbles across his old diary, if he can't talk, why not write? Charles, also has no one to talk to, ferarri is doing him dirty as shit and he had a little moment and cut himself, again, he also stumbles upon his diary, he can't talk either, so why not write? TW!!! : there will be intimate actions, swear words, and also gay stuff, if you can not handle any of the above, DO NOT READ THIS!

In the high-speed world of Formula 1, Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri's rivalry on the track hides a deeper, more unexpected connection. What starts as fierce competition soon evolves into a passionate and life-changing love story, taking both drivers on a journey that neither could have predicted. Through adrenaline-fueled races and the pressures of the sport, Lando and Oscar find themselves driven by something more powerful than ambition-each other. As their bond grows, they navigate the ups and downs of their careers and relationship, learning that love, trust, and vulnerability are just as important as any podium finish. Driven by You is a heartwarming and thrilling tale of two men who race through life together, overcoming obstacles, conquering fears, and building a future they never thought possible. From their first meeting to a whirlwind romance, their story is filled with passion, humor, and an undeniable connection that proves love can be the greatest race of all.

On the racetrack, he was an animal. Rumours say that it was no different in the bedroom. Rumours flew through the grid, and across every social corner of the world that once you were deemed to scream "Charles" in the midst of passion, you could guarantee you'd never again. Charles was a one stop kind of race. But it didn't stop the masses flocking for their guaranteed heartbreak. So when Adley Porter falls prey to Charles Leclerc, it's presumed her fate will remain the same as everyone who came before. Only this time, the stakes are higher.