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 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. 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.

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 couldn't accept his cold, new teammate, Oscar Piastri. But when their rivalry shatters the driver's facade, Lando discovers hidden wounds and profound pain. Falling deeply in love, Lando offers Oscar the only unconditional safe harbor. Yet, the power of that love terrifies Lando himself, forcing him to flee from an emotion he can't control. Can he return in time to prove his love is stronger than his fear, before the wounded champion seals himself forever in silence?

Part II of the Monaco Trilogy Olivia is determined to piece herself back together - focus on her career, her friends, herself. But when the Prince of Monaco courts you like a princess, could you resist? Torn between the commitment of a life time and the pull of a love that once consumed her, she must decide, does her heart beat red or orange?

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?"

Lando Norris will once again start a formula one season with a car he doesn't trust and he's tired. He just wants a good car and to finally win. Mentally, he's not at his best and he's feeling lonely. Luckily for him he's new teammate looks able to help him. ________ If you need help please ask for it. Like Lando said it, Mental health matters :)

--- Lando Norris wakes up from a year-long coma with no memory of the love story that changed his life. He remembers Oscar Piastri as a rival. A teammate. Nothing more. Not the secret glances. Not the whispered I love yous. Not the marriage. Not the night he promised forever. Now, Oscar stands by his side-husband, stranger, and the man Lando unknowingly gave his whole heart to. But how do you fight for someone who doesn't remember loving you? How do you make someone fall in love with you again, when every memory of "us" is gone? In a story filled with heartbreak, healing, and second chances, The Second First Time takes you through the slow burn of re-falling in love, the weight of forgotten vows, and the aching beauty of choosing each other-even when the past is lost. Because sometimes, the heart remembers what the mind forgets. ---

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

"You wanna try?" Said the curly-haired boy with a helmet in one hand and Oscar's fate in the other. They were supposed to make it to F1 together. And technically? They did. But now Lando can't stand to look at him. And Oscar? He's still trying to fix something he never meant to break. Or: the one where Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri were childhood best friends, maybe something more, until everything exploded-and now they're stuck side by side, pretending they don't remember every second of what they lost.