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.

Chosen In Fate. A Landoscar story. But what's really at the centre of the book. It is a story about choice under pressure, power without permission, and what happens when identity is built inside a system that never truly wanted you. At the centre is Lando- Lando is human. He is disciplined, trained, stubborn, sharp. Order keeps him from drifting. He defies authority constantly. That puts him in constant friction with the Alpha, who is bound by a blood oath. Lando is tolerated, guarded, and quietly resented. Outcasted but kept alive. Safe, but never secure. Then there is Oscar- Oscar is a tiger shifter, solitary by nature, operating outside pack hierarchies entirely. That alone makes him dangerous to werewolf society. The bond between them is not destiny. A pull. A recognition. The Goddess does not decree outcomes. She opens doors. Walking through them is optional, and costly. Their meeting is born from consequence, not fate. Lando's defiance leads him into danger. Oscar hears him. Intervenes. When Oscar delivers Lando back to the pack, the story's real conflict ignites. If Lando accepts the bond, the hierarchy breaks. That is why the bond is dangerous. As Lando heals, the story becomes psychological. He is forced into stillness. Stripped of the one thing that anchored his sense of worth. Oscar remains nearby, challenges Lando in the place that hurts most. As Oscar's presence continues, the pack shifts. Oscar becomes a living symbol of everything the pack fears about Lando. Oscar offers to leave. Lando lets him go. And that is the pivot. He meets Oscar outside pack territory one day. "If you're a mistake, then let me make it." That line is not romance. It is rebellion reframed. A human choosing risk over safety. Agency over permission. Truth over belonging. And that choice leads him towards Oscar every time.

Fake/Pretend Relationship | A '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. THE BIG STUFF: Friends to Lovers | 2025 F1 Season Realistic (Canon Compliant) | Slow Burn .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 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. ---

a landoscar story 2025 starts out as a brilliant year for Mclaren, both their drivers have the chance to win the Championship. But how will this whole new chance effect the young driver pairing? Wins. Fights. Emotions. Struggles. characters might behave differently than they would in real, all for the sake of the story. please note, that english is not my first language, so there might be mistakes. Please just ignore them :)

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.

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.

Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame. "I want you." Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back. "What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed. But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close. He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address. "I want-Lando's home address." Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando." But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke. "O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe. And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always. And then-raw, unfiltered, aching- "I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore." Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas. "You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"

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 💪

I lean in, close enough that my breath grazes the side of his neck. "Jealous?" I murmur, with a smile that's anything but sweet. He freezes for a second, then turns slowly toward me, lips curving into something sharper than amusement. "Jealous? No. Just clear-eyed. You should be too-especially knowing I'm familiar with your little habits... better than anyone." ☆ Two teammates. One team. No trust. For two years, Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri have played the perfect duo in front of the cameras. But behind the smiles is a silent war - fought in the shadows, on and off the track. Because in Formula 1, speed isn't the only way to win. And in this game... only one will survive.