Lando Norris only had to survive one wedding. Instead, he woke up in Vegas... married to Oscar Piastri. His rival. His problem. His husband. What started as tequila-fueled chaos and a stupid bet is now very real-and very public. With no easy way out, they're forced to fake their way through a marriage neither of them wanted. But between the bickering, the tension, and a few too many almost moments... Pretending starts to feel a little too real.

I lean in, close enough that my breath grazes the side of his neck. "Jealous?" I murmur, with a smile that's anything but sweet. He freezes for a second, then turns slowly toward me, lips curving into something sharper than amusement. "Jealous? No. Just clear-eyed. You should be too-especially knowing I'm familiar with your little habits... better than anyone." ☆ Two teammates. One team. No trust. For two years, Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri have played the perfect duo in front of the cameras. But behind the smiles is a silent war - fought in the shadows, on and off the track. Because in Formula 1, speed isn't the only way to win. And in this game... only one will survive.

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?

oscar piastri is struggling to be a number two driver, something he will always be as long as lando norris is around. but when his anger gets the better of his judgement, he's suddenly signing for redbull and now follows orders from the dreaded team principle christain horner. to make matters worse, his and lando's relationship is fried. all they do is fight and hurt each other because deep down they're both insecure and in love with each other so much it's killing them. and both of them are waiting for the other to do something about it. for one of them to apologize or say something, and it never comes. they used to be best friends; now all they were were enemies.

(+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.