Oscar is just another engineering student trying to survive university, keep his head down, and get through life one day at a time. Lando is a popular Twitch streamer balancing his online persona with his studies, chaos, and a life that never really slows down. They weren't supposed to collide. But when Oscar starts getting quieter, more tired, and harder to read with each passing week, Lando can't help but notice. Something is wrong, and Oscar is getting very good at pretending it isn't. Between late-night streams, campus chaos, and growing suspicion, Lando starts piecing together that Oscar is hiding something far bigger than he's letting on. Because while they're living normal lives, a Formula 1 driver is quietly taking over the season, and it's starting to feel like everything is connected in ways neither of them understand. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: contains panic attacks, anxiety, and emotional/trauma-related themes

"Slow kisses in the morning, moans swallowed between mouths in our bed. Every meal shared together. Laughing hard on the couch while watching something stupid, then curling up in each other's arms, intertwining our fingers as the night became quiet. The way we brushed knuckles and shoulders in public, that it was our way of holding hands. The way he looked at me and without words said: I see you, I love you, I'm here." An established relationship LandOscar story of yearning, fluff, and smut (minimal angst). In which Lando and Oscar navigate being queer men in a sport that does not allow them to be open about their relationship. They find comfort with each other and slowly create a life together. Shown in a non-linear timeline, you see their life and relationship build up around them through very smutty (:p) mosaic chapters that capture small snippets of their life. Thank you @p4dfoot__ for inspiring me to write this, ily! Title song is "Sleep Talking" by Indigo De Souza

This work is inspired by @p4dfoot__ 's "Good Luck, Babe" and contain spoilers for "Is It Casual Now" and "Good Luck, Babe". If you haven't read the original work you should go do that now because it is honestly one of my favourite fanfictions with beautiful writing and characterisation. All quotes are from "Good Luck, Babe" This story contains warnings for discussion of mental health and mental health disorders as well as graphic sex scenes.

Lando Norris thought ending it would fix the problem. Instead, it made everything worse. What started as something reckless and physical between him and Oscar Piastri has become impossible to contain. Because the real danger was never sex. It was what came after - the wanting, the silence, the way neither of them can seem to pull away without making it hurt more. Now they're trapped in the same garages, the same media rooms, the same race weekends, forced to stand beside each other and pretend none of it means anything. Oscar is trying to protect what's left of himself by keeping his distance. Lando is trying to call it caution, even while he keeps proving it's anything but. But Formula 1 doesn't leave room for clean breaks, and the closer the title fight gets, the harder it becomes to separate rivalry from ruin. Because some lines are easy to cross. The impossible part is living with what comes after.

In Formula 1, everything is measured in tenths. Wins. Losses. Mistakes. The space between holding on and losing control. Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri know exactly how thin that margin is. On track, they are teammates, rivals, and the two strongest weapons McLaren has in a title fight that demands everything from them. Off track, they are something far more dangerous: unfinished, unspoken, and already too deep in something neither of them knows how to survive cleanly. What begins as reckless chemistry becomes impossible to contain once it starts meaning more than either of them wants to admit. Because wanting is one thing. Letting it change you is another. And in a sport built on control, precision, and public image, there is no room for the kind of feelings that throw everything off balance. But distance doesn't fix it. Winning doesn't drown it out. And every race weekend forces them back into the same rooms, the same silences, the same impossible choice between protecting themselves and giving in. Because when everything is measured in tenths, it doesn't take much to ruin a life. Or fall in love.

just another f1 groupchat centered around oscar piastri (2025 season)

The villa was quiet except for the soft clink of cutlery and the gentle crash of the waves outside. Oscar and Lando had slaved over making pasta earlier, tossed with fresh garlic and sun-dried tomatoes. For Lando, the homemade food was a comforting luxury that time rarely afforded him, now that he had inherited the empire his father had left behind. A kingdom of shadows lay at his command, run on loyalty and power. Oscar was his right-hand, the lawyer who should have been worlds away from the danger of the mafia, was instead woven tightly into the thread of the empire. He cleaned up the messes, tied the loose ends, and was the sole reason behind the Norris empire being untouchable on paper. This was a frozen piece of time, where they let themselves be two men in love - the mafia boss and his lawyer, sitting across from each other, sharing a home-cooked meal. ------ Landoscar mafia au

The world knew Lando Norris as the smiling, quick-witted driver who lived for speed, the golden boy behind the wheel of a steel horse that tore through cities and circuits alike. But beneath the cheers and camera flashes, the endless travel and sleepless nights began to blur together, a never-ending loop of circuits, interviews, and social obligations. Every hotel room looked the same - sterile, impersonal, and smelling faintly of disinfectant. Every podium felt emptier than the last, the applause echoing like a hollow drum in a cavern that had long since swallowed him whole. The roar of the engine, once a symphony of freedom, now only amplified the turmoil inside, echoing the disquiet he could never quite silence. He missed home - though the idea of "home" had become a ghost, a memory softened and warped by absence - and the version of himself that didn't need to perform, that could just exist without expectation. Out there, he was wanted; here, in the small spaces between hotel walls and his own thoughts, he wasn't sure by whom. Most drivers were Doms; the remaining were designationless. He was the first driver to be neither: he was Submissive.

His mum returned, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Everything okay?" Oscar turned the phone around to show her. "Vogue wants me to do a photoshoot. With a singer. Lando Norris." She blinked. "The one with the curly hair? Always on TikTok?" Oscar laughed. "That's the one." She raised an eyebrow. "You're doing fashion shoots now?" "Apparently." She smiled knowingly, ruffling his hair like she used to when he was a kid. "Well, better pack your nice shoes." -------- Inspired by the Lando Norris British Vogue photoshoot

Prince-Lando norris Knight -Oscar Piastri Lando Norris a Prince who knows that King Adam will not accept him if he tells hime the truth Oscar Piastri and loyal knight who protects Lando as asked by Lando's father They fall in love gradually over time This story is very Victorian time based with the castle but they speak modern language I just like the vibe of Victorian things and they are easier to think of a design idea Hope you guys in joy leave feed back xxx 😘