One night. That's all it was supposed to be. But Lando is not okay - and Oscar sees too much. Now they're tangled in something. Something unexpected. Or short: another landoscar story

Teammates? Yes. Friends? Debatable. Soulmates who flirt like enemies, fake date for PR, and somehow make half the F1 grid their personal chaos witnesses? Oh absolutely. Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri are everything except normal. One scandalous photo, one fake relationship deal, and suddenly the two most insufferably hot idiots on the grid are pretending to be in love - except the pretending gets weirdly real when Oscar starts calling Lando "baby" with teeth and Lando keeps accidentally moaning when Oscar touches him. Between jealous drivers, group chat disasters, very public flirt-fights, and several unsupervised hotel rooms, it's clear one of them is going to snap. And when they do? Oh, it's going to be glorious. ---

First written on ao3, now also here :) STILL GOING!!!! Setting: A small UK school in 1996. Photography club, darkrooms, grey skies, hallways buzzing with Walkmans and corded phones at home. Lando and Oscar are in their final year. Oscar Piastri is the quiet, but confident, observant lead of the school's photography club, always behind the camera, rarely in front of it. Lando Norris is loud, unpredictable, and sentenced to the club for detention hours. He mocks it at first-until it starts becoming his favorite subject. As they develop film together in the red-lit darkroom, Lando sees himself through Oscar's lens: softer, more human.

Rwrb but make it the Mclaren boys? The second Prince of england, Lando Norris meets a witty, dry humoured, Aussie photographer named Oscar.

There are people who, even starting from the same line, will forever remain the ones chasing in a race called obsession. Trapped in the endless spiral of achievements, fame, and hollow worship, they are caught in a game of their own making - where a single glance can cut into their skin, and a smile can easily turn into a dagger, driving straight into the mind. At McLaren, Lando and Oscar are not merely teammates. They are two parallel lines - trying to avoid each other, yet craving to collide. One wears wounds that slowly eat him alive, the other hides behind a smile as a shield. Both are slowly sinking into a toxic addiction... to each other. This isn't a beautiful story. There are no heroes here. No pure friendship. Only pitch-black dreams, questions that remain unanswered, and endless nights - where every race is no longer a competition, but a ritual sacrifice for a nameless obsession. Once you've stepped in, don't expect to find your way out.

Oscar joins McLaren in 2023 and soon finds out his teammate, Lando Norris, is a lot more bruised and broken then meets the eye. How long will it take for Lando to open up to Oscar and let him in? continue reading to find out.

During a golden, sun-drenched Monaco summer the Mclaren team takes a rare break. The villa they stay at is quiet, heavy with heat and the soft stillness of time off. Oscar arrives in the wake of a quiet breakup with Lily, carrying the silence of a man still figuring out what he's lost. He's withdrawn, his mind a haze of bitter thoughts. Lando watches from the edges, heart soft and aching. His crush on Oscar is old and carefully hidden, but now, without the noise of the track or the pressure of the season, something fragile begins to stir. In the space between cicadas and salt-kissed afternoons, conversations grow more honest. Oscar is lonely. Lando is hopeful. And sometimes, hope lingers even when it's sunburnt, peeling and sore, but still alive under the skin.