Lando Norris is a popular highschool boy. Everyone loves him and he gets girls like it's easy. Until he meets him. Oscar Piastri. The boy all of his friends bully. A boy no one knows. But one night, it all changes. | a short landoscar story |

Lando Norris is a quiet student who keeps to himself, he struggles with confidence and finding who he actually is. He struggles with heavy bullying with a couple of boys in his year. Oscar piastri is a popular boy who is very good friends with landos bullies but isn't usually at school. (Not spoiling anymore😛)

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.

--- Lando Norris wakes up from a year-long coma with no memory of the love story that changed his life. He remembers Oscar Piastri as a rival. A teammate. Nothing more. Not the secret glances. Not the whispered I love yous. Not the marriage. Not the night he promised forever. Now, Oscar stands by his side-husband, stranger, and the man Lando unknowingly gave his whole heart to. But how do you fight for someone who doesn't remember loving you? How do you make someone fall in love with you again, when every memory of "us" is gone? In a story filled with heartbreak, healing, and second chances, The Second First Time takes you through the slow burn of re-falling in love, the weight of forgotten vows, and the aching beauty of choosing each other-even when the past is lost. Because sometimes, the heart remembers what the mind forgets. ---

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 |

"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?

Some memories disappear. Others wait. What's left between them is silence, careful distance and memories that hurt too much to touch. Can love be rebuilt when only one heart remembers? - amnesia trope - slow burn

two drivers in orange, one shirt makes history.

"You said you're not drinking," Oscar frowns, trying to look indifferent, though the worry slips into his voice anyway. "I can't anymore. I'm done with everything." Lando mutters and takes another swig straight from the bottle. "They all hate me."

What happens after the Vegas Grand Prix when two teammates get stupidly drunk and wake up next to each other with matching wedding rings?