Lando Norris didn't mean to hire a nanny from a coffee shop. Oscar Piastri was supposed to be temporary-just someone to help keep things together while Lando juggled work, single fatherhood, and a life that never seems to slow down. But somewhere between school pickups, late-night dinners, and quiet moments after the kids fall asleep, "temporary" starts to feel a lot like something else. Updates every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday

Landoscar fanfiction Childhood friends to Enemies/Rivals to Lovers Slow burn *I do not intend to steal anyone's work. If it sounds similar to another fanfiction, do let me know; I promise it is not intentional.* There is a more thorough explanation of the story, trigger warnings, maturity level, tropes, ships and more in the Introduction. ------- "I hate him. He hates me. We hate each other; the feeling is mutual. But it wasn't always this way...it used to be lighter...easier...more carefree...until That Day. The day that shattered everything. The day we admitted there was more between us than just friendship. The day that ruined it all." ------- Oscar Piastri had always looked up to Lando Norris in more ways than one. They had met one day, at karting, and were attached at the hip after that. Then something happened between the two boys, something no one could figure out or persuade out of them. On That Day, they stopped being friends, and it was implied they were now rivals, enemies. They were meant to conquer the racing world together. They were meant to be each other's rock. But they're not. And the world is watching them clash, on the track and off. They both don't know how to fix what has been broken so many years ago, and they're both too stubborn to try. They're each trying to fill the void the other person left, with someone else, but as they both know deep down, it will never happen. ---------- This story is about friendship running deeper, much deeper than they both wish to admit, stolen glances, touches that should be innocent, trying to replace someone that can't be replaced, missed opportunities and silence that seems unbreakable.

Oscar and Lando were just good friends, but then, because of a tweet, everyone started to ship them. Were they being delusional, or was something up with the two teammates?

They're teammates, ex-somethings, and way too good at pretending it never happened. Fast cars, hot tempers, and a whole lot of unresolved tension. This is Burnout. And they're both already running on fumes. Or short: Another landoscar story

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

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.

𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖? ❝ It was too much, and still not enough. And underneath it all, I could feel the edge of something. Like we were tipping just slightly off-balance, chasing each other into something we couldn't quite control. ❞ ╰*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧╮ | oscar piastri x lando norris | | there's some lestappen too | | follows the 2024 f1 season | | CW: themes of mental health |

𝚰𝐒 𝚰𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖? ❝ I don't have the right to cry... ❞ ❝ Of course you do. ❞ ❝ ...After what I did to you? ❞ ╰*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧╮ | oscar piastri x lando norris | | storm chaser x the storm | | hurt/comfort but they're both the ones doing the hurting | | follows the 2023 f1 season |

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.

Oscar and Lando were never supposed to be anything but rivals. On the running track, they pushed each other to the limit, each trying to outdo the other, locked in a fierce competition that no one thought could ever change. But sometimes, rivalry gives way to something deeper-something neither of them expected. When Oscar's past threatens to unravel him, Lando's rivalry turns into something more: a relentless need to protect him, to care for him in ways he never thought possible. But just as their rivalry shifts into uncharted territory, old wounds resurface, and their connection is tested in ways neither could have prepared for. As they navigate their complicated feelings, the lines blur between friends, rivals, and something more. Together, they'll have to figure out if their love can survive the shadows of the past and the tension of their competitive nature, or if their enemies will always be a part of their story.