(Book 1 in the Hallowick Trilogy) When Oscar leaves Melbourne with his father, trading the vast city for a quiet Scottish town called Hallowick, he expects small streets, colder weather, and a slower pace of life. What he doesn't expect is Lando. Lando lives in Hallowell Manor, a sprawling bed and breakfast run by his mother, Cisca, who also owns the town's curious little shop, Eternal Lights. Warm, witty, and endlessly curious, Lando pulls Oscar into the rhythm of Hallowick, the festivals, the changing seasons, the traditions that shape the town year after year. From Halloween lanterns to Christmas lights, from New Year's fireworks to summer fairs, the town itself seems to guide them closer. But Hallowick is not only quaint streets and winter markets. Beneath its charm runs something older, something stranger. Lando and his mother carry a family gift. An inherited magic that whispers warnings, reveals unseen truths, and senses danger before it strikes. It's a blessing that feels at times like a burden, and one that Lando finds, strangely, a little easier to bear when Oscar is near. Over the course of a year, Oscar and Lando's friendship begins to shift, deepening into something neither of them can ignore. From hesitant laughter to late-night confessions, from quiet companionship to the spark of something undeniable, their story is one of trust, belonging, and the courage to let love take root. Set against the backdrop of a town alive with festivals and secrets, Hallowick is a tender, poetic romance woven with moments of magic. A story of first love and found family, of community and quiet devotion. A reminder that sometimes the most extraordinary magic is simply finding the one person who makes you feel at home.

> Landoscar storeowner au < Lando Norris, the cheerful owner of Norris' Nest, spends his morning tending to animals and helping customers in his cozy pet shop. When he meets Oscar, the charming new bakery owner next door, their friendly exchange hints at a connection. As Oscar navigates Lando's oblivious charm, he wonders if there might be more beneath Lando's playful exterior. Story warnings: Alcohol consumption Smut/sexual Angst

Lando Norris has his life mapped out - a stable job, a respectable engagement, a future everyone keeps telling him he should want. But lately, everything feels like it's closing in. The ring on his finger feels heavier by the day, the smiles around him tighter, the walls of his own choices drawing closer. Then Oscar walks into his life. The man he shouldn't have met. The mistake that wasn't supposed to follow him into daylight. Now, standing across from him in the same department, the feeling Lando tried to bury breathes again - calm, composed, and entirely out of reach. They're supposed to be colleagues. Professionals. But every argument, every shared glance, every late night spent working becomes a reminder of everything Lando's trying not to feel. And the more he tries to run from what's expected of him, the more he finds himself drawn toward the one person he shouldn't want.

Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame. "I want you." Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back. "What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed. But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close. He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address. "I want-Lando's home address." Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando." But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke. "O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe. And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always. And then-raw, unfiltered, aching- "I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore." Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas. "You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"

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

Lando Norris couldn't accept his cold, new teammate, Oscar Piastri. But when their rivalry shatters the driver's facade, Lando discovers hidden wounds and profound pain. Falling deeply in love, Lando offers Oscar the only unconditional safe harbor. Yet, the power of that love terrifies Lando himself, forcing him to flee from an emotion he can't control. Can he return in time to prove his love is stronger than his fear, before the wounded champion seals himself forever in silence?

Lando was still riding the high from securing McLaren the constructor's championship, when their family Christmas celebrations get interrupted by a woman holding a little girl, his daughter, as it turns out. He is left with a small child, travelling the world with McLaren while facing the struggles of a single father. His family and friends, but most importantly, his teammate Oscar, step up to help him with Evelyn (Eva). As Lando watches Eva take a liking to Oscar, he realizes that he has already given away his heart to his teammate.

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.

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.

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.