«Su esencia era como el hogar en el medio del caos. Su aroma, una tormenta que lo arrastró por completo.» Lando Norris, el sol del Paddock, un inteligente y dulce omega que representa al patrocinador principal de la F1, vive rodeado de autos y adrenalina, pero lejos del sueño de ser piloto que una vez tuvo. Oscar Piastri es la serena y formidable estrella alfa de McLaren, que solo vive y respira para ganar. Desde lados opuestos del paddock, uno con una sonrisa que desarma a todos y el otro con una mirada intensa que intimida a cualquiera, un malentendido inicial y un par de cafés perfectamente preparados serán el comienzo de una atracción que desafía todas las banderas a cuadros. Entre el rugir de los motores, dos almas solitarias descubrirán que la conexión más perfecta no se encuentra en la pista, sino en el corazón. Y tú, ¿serías capaz de cruzar el mundo por alguien? . . . . Shipp principal: Landoscar. Omegaverse. Esto es un fanfic, de una fan para fans, así que si no es de tu agrado, nada te cuesta retirarte y ya, sin ofender o insultar. Posibles (y asegurados) errores ortográficos, al igual que huecos en la trama.

a landoscar story 2025 starts out as a brilliant year for Mclaren, both their drivers have the chance to win the Championship. But how will this whole new chance effect the young driver pairing? Wins. Fights. Emotions. Struggles. characters might behave differently than they would in real, all for the sake of the story. please note, that english is not my first language, so there might be mistakes. Please just ignore them :)

Entre fiestas, malentendidos, risas, celos y muchas primeras veces, diez estudiantes descubren que el amor puede aparecer justo donde menos lo esperas. Inspirado en "my secret crush on you".

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)

Book 2 in Hope series Three years after falling in love, Lando and Oscar are still learning what it means to build a life together. One held together by slow trust, messy progress, and the kind of love that doesn't flinch when things get hard. Oscar is finding his footing again. His trauma still walks beside him, but so does the man who calls him Bunny and means it. Lando is on the cusp of graduating, one step closer to becoming a therapist. And together, they're about to take on their biggest challenge yet. But healing isn't linear. Adulthood is never simple. This is a story about love that grows up. About choosing each other every day. About what happens after the first "I love you." A story of laughter, setbacks, late-night window talks, and a boy who learns, for the first time, that maybe he could be someone's home.

"Frauen haben in dieser Welt nichts zu suchen." Diesen Spruch hörte Séra schon seitdem sie ein kleines Mädchen war. Doch das hielt sie nicht auf darum zu kämpfen ihren Traum wahr werden zu lassen. Die erste Frau in der Formel 1 zu werden. Das dieser jedoch in Erfüllung geht, damit hatte keiner gerechnet. Seitdem veränderte sich das Leben von der Österreicherin schlagartig und sie setzte sich ein Ziel. Sie wollte sich beweisen und allen zeigen das auch Frauen in die Formel 1 gehörten. Das hieß auch, keinen Fahrer daten. Doch das ging alles ganz nach hinten los. "Das einzige was ich will ist dich hinter mir zu sehen," knurrte er und kam meinem Gesicht immer näher. "Das einzige was ich will ist dir in den Hintern zu treten, damit du wieder in die Realität kommst," keifte ich zurück.