Once inseparable childhood friends, Lando and Oscar drift apart as life and different dreams take them to opposite sides of the world. Years later, fate unexpectedly brings them back together, forcing them to face the unspoken feelings and broken bonds of their past.

"Dude, Spiderman was opposite the building again! He's been there so much recently, I'm starting to think he lives here or something." Oscar choked on a french fry, lightly patting his chest and grabbing his drink to wash it down. "Have you thought about the fact that he probably likes the area?" "No! He goes there with a hoodie and a backpack, he's probably on his way home or something! Could you imagine? Spiderman could actually live in the flats opposite us!" Lando exclaimed, turning his head to the window and he could slightly see the same building. The world now becoming suffocated by the increasing darkness, the sunset long gone. Oscar pinches the bridge of his nose, "I think you're reading into this way too much, mate." OR Lando is obsessed with the friendly-neighbourhood Spiderman and Oscar is his good best friend that listens. (Book cover was created by the lovely @VEBA5TIAN on twt ♡)

"You hate me, don't you?" "No. I wish I did." When rookie Oscar Piastri joins McLaren, Lando Norris doesn't think much of him: quiet, polite, unthreatening. Until the first test. Until Oscar's lap times start haunting him more than the thought of losing ever did. Rivalry turns personal, and attraction feels a lot like obsession. In the season that could make or break them, Lando learns that the real danger isn't on the track. It's the rookie sharing his garage. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Additional tags: angst; enemies to lovers; explicit; sexual content; internalized homophobia; fluff; smut; slow burn;

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.

"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.

Secret agents Oscar and Lando are partnered up for a mission. When a notorious drug dealer threatens the safety of others, they're given an unusual assignment: they must go undercover as a married couple to infiltrate the dealer's inner circle.

They were never meant to be anything but enemies. Oscar Piastri is a ghost in a burning world-cold, calculated, and unforgiving. Lando Norris is the golden boy of justice, the last line of defense in a city crumbling from within. They don't share history. They don't share mercy. They only share destruction. Every fight leaves new scars. Every encounter takes a little more than it gives. And when a mission goes violently wrong, and the one person Oscar swore to protect is caught in the crossfire, everything fractures. Loyalties. Masks. Purpose. And maybe, just maybe... hatred isn't the only thing left between them. In the end, grief makes monsters of all of us.

What started as one of Lando Norris's dumbest moments spirals into something he never expected - fake rumors, accidental kisses, scheming friends, and far too many sleepless nights in Oscar Piastri's arms. Between chaotic interviews, tense races, and quiet moments under the stars, Lando learns that maybe losing his head around Oscar isn't a problem at all...it's love. A story of spirals, grounding, friendship, and finally saying I do.

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