Oscar Piastri, an Aussie F1 driver just trying to get through university and finish his engineering degree-meets a young and charming English lit teacher-Lando Norris, a professor at Oxford University, known for his out-outgoing nature and charming personality. They got along fine, bantering here and there, just a 'normal' student and teacher relationship-right? After a Grand Prix, a not so accidental message-which leaves Oscar's brain spinning for a week- and tension completely boils over at a party. A night of passion is shared, do they label it as a mistake or let it blossom into something way more confusing and complicated...? @izumicrazyworld on ig for the cover

A Landoscar fanfic covering the 2025 season starting at Monaco Something grows between the two teammates and lets just say it's not just rivalry.

"it's a LOVE STORY baby just SAY YESS"🖇️💌

Engineer!Oscar / Driver!Lando Not rated (rating could go up!) M/M No warnings apply. Incomplete. Lando sees a familiar brown head of hair, with a McLaren branded lanyard around a neck, and he can't quite place where he's seen him before. The man locks eyes with him, looking visibly relieved. It's not long before the man is standing in front of him, hand outstretched. Lando takes it cautiously. "Hi. I'm Oscar Piastri." ...Pastry? "Lando Norris." Crossposted from AO3! silly_bird Standard RPF rules apply: don't show this to them, don't take this out of fandom spaces etc etc i'm not used to having to add a cover and chapter titles. i just grabbed whatever picture of lando and oscar.

"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 😭🫶.

Book 1 of 2 in Hope series Have you ever heard of Hephaphobia. Well, to put it simply, it's the fear of touch. Yup, you read right!. Oscar is deathly afraid of touch. Even a simple brush against someone sends him panicking into the heavens. He's home schooled until his grandfather gets involved and demands he return to uni on campus. Panicked at the thought of it, his mother and therapist suggest a guide for him, and thus, he meets Lando. Lando is a clumsy, kind-hearted, goofy man with a lot of love to give. He's taking Pyschology as a degree in uni and hopes that he can help Oscar through he issues. Although he doesn't expect to cure him completely or make as much progress so quickly with him. Read along to find out how they nevigate a life of fear and expectations while slowly falling in love with each other. (Not my original idea. Please read Touch of Hope as i've taken this book and adapted it into a landoscar fanfiction)

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

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.