Prince Oscar was taught that wanting boys was wrong. Lando never learned how to stop wanting. They're supposed to be enemies. They're supposed to pretend. They're supposed to smile for the cameras. So why does it feel like they're seconds away from breaking? Royal AU. Enemies to "don't look at me like that." Angst, yearning, and a happy ending.

Set against the hushed backdrop of a 1920s riverside town, The Lavender River tells the haunting tale of Oscar, a quiet young man who finds himself drawn week after week to the mysterious presence of Lando, a figure who emerges from the river with an otherworldly beauty. Their silent encounters deepen into a fateful kiss beneath the moonlight, a moment that binds Oscar to the river's ancient curse. As Logan, Oscar's loyal friend and café keeper, uncovers the truth in an ominous tome called The Lost, he races to break the cycle, but will he make it on time? *Short story

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.

sappy high school fic , it's romantic, teenage romance, up and coming, coming of age blah blah blah. it's beautiful, it's soft, it's heartbreaking. and i'm actually a good writer so, this book doesn't suck enjoy !!

<^ Oscar piastri moved to Britain when he was 15. However, in this school was different. It was almost like an American tv show in there. You had the football team, the captain who was a man whore and just so happened to be named, Lando Norris. Oscar didn't speak much. Mostly because he was an Aussie in a British school, he got bullied a lot. Mainly by said football captain. IN OTHER WORDS THE LANDOSCAR BULLY/NERD WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR ^>

Enemies. Teammates. Rivals. Lando Norris hates his rookie teammate, Oscar Piastri. Oscar secretly likes him anyway. It should end there but between late-night arguments, jealous glances, and one stolen kiss, the line between rivalry and love starts to blur. Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri

"вє¢αυѕє ι тнσυgнт ι'∂ ℓσѕє уσυ, αη∂ ι'∂ яαтнєя ∂ιє тнαη ℓσѕє уσυ." Oscar Piastri has a curse. When he is near his soulmate, he gets a headache. At first they're minor, then gradually they get more and more severe until either their soulmate confesses their love for them, or they die. I think we all know who is soulmate is gonna end up being 😭🫶.

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?"

(Book 1 in the Hallowick Trilogy) When Oscar leaves Melbourne with his father, trading the vast city for a quiet Scottish town called Hallowick, he expects small streets, colder weather, and a slower pace of life. What he doesn't expect is Lando. Lando lives in Hallowell Manor, a sprawling bed and breakfast run by his mother, Cisca, who also owns the town's curious little shop, Eternal Lights. Warm, witty, and endlessly curious, Lando pulls Oscar into the rhythm of Hallowick, the festivals, the changing seasons, the traditions that shape the town year after year. From Halloween lanterns to Christmas lights, from New Year's fireworks to summer fairs, the town itself seems to guide them closer. But Hallowick is not only quaint streets and winter markets. Beneath its charm runs something older, something stranger. Lando and his mother carry a family gift. An inherited magic that whispers warnings, reveals unseen truths, and senses danger before it strikes. It's a blessing that feels at times like a burden, and one that Lando finds, strangely, a little easier to bear when Oscar is near. Over the course of a year, Oscar and Lando's friendship begins to shift, deepening into something neither of them can ignore. From hesitant laughter to late-night confessions, from quiet companionship to the spark of something undeniable, their story is one of trust, belonging, and the courage to let love take root. Set against the backdrop of a town alive with festivals and secrets, Hallowick is a tender, poetic romance woven with moments of magic. A story of first love and found family, of community and quiet devotion. A reminder that sometimes the most extraordinary magic is simply finding the one person who makes you feel at home.

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.