"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;

Decades of rivalry, hate and despisement. They ruined each others lives, they destroyed each others and now, they are fighting. But not against each others. They are fighting against their feelings, they are fighting against the current that is pushing them towards each others. A story of hate, hurt, forgiveness, love and challenge, between two shades of orange. The Exotic and The Papaya Tropes: Grumpy x Sunshine Enemies To Lovers Warning: 18+ mature content.

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 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.

Prince Lando isn't meant to leave the palace walls-but rules have never stopped him before. Enter Oscar, his newly assigned royal bodyguard: disciplined, serious, and entirely committed to keeping the reckless prince alive. As Lando pushes boundaries and sneaks out under Oscar's watchful eye, sparks fly in unexpected ways. From grudging respect to shared secrets, and from silent tension to stolen moments, the lines between duty and desire begin to blur. Can a prince used to freedom and a guard sworn to rules find a balance between loyalty, rebellion, and something neither of them expected-love? Enemies? Sort of. Allies? Sometimes. But maybe... more than that?

Lando's the charismatic lead singer and piano genius, Oscar's the quiet but fierce guitarist and drummer. Together, they're unstoppable on stage-but off it, the chaos of panic attacks, anxiety, and unspoken feelings threatens to unravel them. Through late-night jam sessions, festival lights, and melodies written in whispers, they learn that trust, patience, and music can carry them closer than they ever imagined. Slowly, carefully, two hearts find their rhythm-both in the spotlight and in the quiet spaces they share. Fluff, angst, slow-burn romance. Trigger warnings: panic attacks, anxiety, stress.

charles leclerc is, quite literally, one grocery trip away from financial ruin. which is mildly humiliating, considering he's a formula 1 driver for scuderia ferrari. but while the world sees private jets, designer suits, and champagne podiums, charles sees maxed-out cards, impossible expectations, and a sport full of people who would smile to his face and stab him in the back before lights out. because in formula 1, there are no real friends-just rivals, opportunists, and people waiting for you to crack. and charles? charles is cracking.grief-stricken, spiralling, and just desperate enough to make a truly catastrophic life choice, he decides that if the world is going to rob him blind, he might as well rob it back. his target: the crown jewels. the louvre. paris. the problem is, of course, that he cannot do that alone. max, meanwhile, wants absolutely nothing to do with charles leclerc's latest mental breakdown. max doesn't do emotional support, he doesn't do vulnerability, and he definitely doesn't do "teamwork" unless there's something in it for him. but somehow, against all logic and self-preservation, he says yes. and suddenly it's fake names, terrible plans, international crime, unresolved tension, and the deeply unfortunate realization that stealing priceless jewels is somehow easier than dealing with whatever the hell is happening between them. because if there's one thing more dangerous than attempting a heist in the middle of formula 1 season, it's letting yourself care about the one person you absolutely, definitely should not.

Lando and Oscar are in their final year of high school before college. Lando used to not pay attention to Oscar until one day he puts his full focus on him and then school camp force them together making them admit their feelings.

Oscar is just another engineering student trying to survive university, keep his head down, and get through life one day at a time. Lando is a popular Twitch streamer balancing his online persona with his studies, chaos, and a life that never really slows down. They weren't supposed to collide. But when Oscar starts getting quieter, more tired, and harder to read with each passing week, Lando can't help but notice. Something is wrong, and Oscar is getting very good at pretending it isn't. Between late-night streams, campus chaos, and growing suspicion, Lando starts piecing together that Oscar is hiding something far bigger than he's letting on. Because while they're living normal lives, a Formula 1 driver is quietly taking over the season, and it's starting to feel like everything is connected in ways neither of them understand. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: contains panic attacks, anxiety, and emotional/trauma-related themes

Then fatigue crept in. My guard dropped-just for a moment. Lando seized it. His boot connected sharply with my ribs, knocking the air from my lungs. Pain exploded through my side as I collapsed, curling instinctively around the ache. Cold steel pressed beneath my chin, tilting my head upward. Lando's grin hovered above me, triumphant. "Aww," he crooned mockingly, "and so the mighty prince falls again. Aren't you adorable, kneeling like that?" He laughed-a sharp, cruel sound that carried across the training yard. - Landoscar fantasy AU