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.

Oscar has two rules: Protect Amelie at all costs, and never let anyone close enough to leave again. At twenty-four, Oscar Piastri's life is a routine of silence and survival. Abandoned by his partner shortly after their daughter was born, he has built a fortress around his heart. He is a brilliant lawyer and a devoted father, but inside, he is frozen. When his old friends Charles and Max offer him a lifeline-a job and a fresh start in sunny Monaco-Oscar accepts, desperate for a change. He expects hard work and a quiet life. He does not expect Lando. Lando is Amelie's new kindergarten teacher. He is loud, chaotic, overwhelmingly affectionate, and wears his heart on his sleeve-everything Oscar is not. And while Amelie instantly falls in love with her colourful new teacher, Oscar finds himself terrified by the warmth Lando tries to force into his life. Lando is determined to melt the ice around the single dad's heart. But Oscar is convinced that everything good eventually leaves. Can a preschool teacher with too much energy teach a broken lawyer that some people are actually meant 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?

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.

> Trigger Warnings This story may contain > NSFW/Mature themes, alcohol use, toxic relationships, intense rivalry, potential (Please remember that this is a work of fiction. The characters and events depicted in this story are purely the product of my imagination and do not reflect the real-life relationships or experiences)

hii people im we writing oneshot book again there will be fluff , angst and smutt too.

Some memories disappear. Others wait. What's left between them is silence, careful distance and memories that hurt too much to touch. Can love be rebuilt when only one heart remembers? - amnesia trope - slow burn

Basically Oscar's Spiderman, and him and Lando are in F4. Or Two F4 rookies. Broken in their own ways. Oscar - quiet, with reflexes that whisper of something inhuman, shadows moving differently when he's near. Lando - loud, sharp-tongued, hiding a storm of pain behind every cruel joke. On the track, they race. In the city, Oscar becomes something else entirely - a silent guardian with impossible skills, weaving through night streets like a predator. Racing isn't just a sport for them. It's survival. English isn't my first language, so please be nice. (Will that statement make you read it? 😏) (This description's so bad because I can't be bothered to fix it)

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.❞ - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩: 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩.

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?"