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 is sixteen, and his world is a wreckage of things left unsaid. After a lifetime of his mother's cold rejection and his father's empty promises, the final blow comes in a London afternoon filled with secrets he was never meant to hear. The betrayal is too loud, so Oscar chooses the only weapon he has left: absolute silence. Then came Brighton. And then came Charles. While Max struggles to learn how to finally be a father, Charles steps in, not just as a partner for Max, but as the architect of Oscar's recovery. Between drafting tables and shared blueprints, Charles and Oscar find a language that doesn't require words. Charles doesn't just design buildings; he designs a safe space where Oscar can finally breathe. But it's Lando who makes him want to scream again, with joy. Lando is seventeen, unfiltered, and refuses to let Oscar fade into the background. Whether he's taking Oscar to the calm beach or pushing him to his limits on Charles's karting track, Lando is the spark Oscar didn't know he was missing. On the asphalt, with the engine roaring and Lando by his side, the silence doesn't feel like a cage anymore. It feels like a head start. In a house built on second chances, Oscar is about to learn that family isn't something you're born into; it's something you build, one blueprint and one lap at a time. Two fathers. Two passions. A love that reconstructs everything.

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

> 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)

In the heart of a bustling university, Lando Norris finds himself haunted by vivid nightmares that blur the line between reality and the supernatural. Each night, he dreams of a captivating figure-a male with wavy brown hair, caramel eyes, and an ancient presence, whose blood-stained fangs hint at dark secrets. The dreams intensify, revealing the enigmatic name: Pia. As Lando struggles to decipher the meaning behind these visions, he discovers an ancient vampire named Oscar Piastri, whose image eerily mirrors that of his dream companion. On Halloween night, the boundary between dreams and reality shatters when Pia steps into Lando's world, revealing himself to be Oscar-a creature bound by destiny and drawn to Lando in ways he cannot fully understand. With his friends growing concerned for his well-being, Lando must navigate the complexities of an otherworldly connection that transcends time and mortality. Ready or not, Lando's destiny is calling. And it's wearing fangs.

"I've found you again," Oscar whispered, voice trembling. Lando's chest tightened. "And every time... we can't be together." They had met before. In lives they couldn't remember, in worlds that no longer existed, across centuries that left only echoes of longing. Each time, fate had brought them close, only to pull them apart. Every glance, every accidental brush of a hand carried the weight of memory they didn't yet understand. "I hate that I want you," Oscar admitted, eyes wide, raw. "I hate that I can't stop," Lando confessed, voice low, trembling. Guilt and desire collided in a storm neither could escape. They had lives, promises, people they loved, but in each dream, in each fleeting moment, it was always each other. Always. The pull was cruel, unrelenting, impossible to resist. They were cursed. To meet every century, to recognize each other without fully knowing why, to ache for what could never be theirs. A fire ignited in their hearts that could never burn fully, a longing that fate denied again and again. Every century, they would find each other. Every century, the world would force them apart. And still, they came. Still, they felt. Still, they burned. And now, after all this time, one question lingered between them: What would happen if, this time, they finally defied the curse?

McLaren's Australian driver, 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈, is struggling with the fact that he is a number 2 driver, and when Christian Horner takes advantage of Oscar's anger, he manipulates him into driving for Redbull where Max Verstappen is presumably retiring. He never tells his teammate and best friend that he's leaving, and when Lando finds out, the cracks in their relationship begin to form. And 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒, McLaren's golden boy, is struggling even more. He thinks that pushing his emotions down will work out in the end; he's been doing it since he was ten, so why wouldn't it work now? What happens now is that he breaks down in panic in his driver's room while Oscar tries to help him. He only realizes he can't go on like that when he's stuck in a burning car, not wanting to get out, and realizes he needs to do something about his feelings, not just bottle them up as he has been for the past year. In 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄, Lando and Oscar find a rivalry that's tied to Lando's mental health problems and Oscar's manipulation by Christian Horner, and how much they're in love with each other and don't even know it. As the season goes on and on, they drift farther and farther apart from friends, and closer and closer to what some would call enemies, through knowing each other so well that they know how to make it hurt.

(+18) Oscar has always been alone until Cambridge. One party. One unexpected meeting with Daniel. One moment that changes everything, even if he doesn't know it yet. Suddenly, he's surrounded by the kind of friends he never thought he'd have and by Lando, at the center of it all. Sometimes, belonging begins by accident.

❝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.

What happens when you realise that you're madly in love with your team-mate and he just doesn't seem to realise it ? A Landoscar story