[RUSSTAPPEN] Hari itu seharusnya Max marah besar pada seseorang yang menabrak mobilnya, tapi siapa sangka pelakunya lelaki cantik dari fakultas sebelah. WARNING: - bxb! - fanfiction! - local! - harsh words!

"it's a LOVE STORY baby just SAY YESS"🖇️💌

*+ Two alphas should NEVER be together. Well, that's the stereotypical way to put it, more of a rule in society. Did lando and Oscar care for that rule? I'll answer that for you. No. +* DISCONTINUED

A college campus where rules are meant to be followed... or broken. Oscar is the strictest Biology professor anyone has ever feared. His glare could silence a crowd, and his word is law in the integrated batch. But when Lando, a carefree Computer Science student with nothing to do with his class, accidentally steps into his world, the line between discipline and desire blurs. A slow-burn romance begins, where every hallway encounter, every sharp glance, and every rule broken draws them closer together. Can a student ever truly tame the heart of the most feared professor on campus?

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.

"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?

Saham, perusahaan, ketampanan bisa ia miliki tapi itu tak berarti saat ia tidak bisa memiliki apa yang hatinya mau. Terkadang keluarga adalah orang yang paling berpotensi menyakiti kita begitupun yang dirasakan oleh pewaris tunggal wolf gang 𝙂𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚

Oscar Piastri has always been quiet, precise, and relentless. But beneath the cool surface lies a singular obsession: Lando Norris. Every race, every decision, every sacrifice's all for him. Oscar doesn't want recognition. He wants Lando. And he'll dismantle anyone or anything threatening to pull Lando out of his orbit. ~this will probably be a really short fic, bc I'm literaly just going with the flow like one idea pops into my head and I'll write it yk? anyway lil obsessed oscar fic for u :p at first wanted this to be like a dark romance then decided i had other plans lmao

I know that the moon is still there when thick clouds cover it. Some people are saying "oh" then leave. But I will stay for it. Coffee-tea, sun-moon, rain, and spring in different kind of universes. They can be king, they can be slave, their personality can be nice, can be not. That it is. We have zero smut in this landoscar oneshots (I cannot write those things) I'm new here and English isn't my first language, forgive me for errors in this book. . . . «Landoscar oneshots 1/2»

Another night haunted by nightmares This is a raw and emotional story told from Oscar's point of view. It dives deep into his mental health struggles, inner doubts, and the pressure of living in the spotlight of Formula 1. As he wrestles with dark thoughts and self-worth, an unexpected moment of connection with a teammate brings a shift. It's a story about pain, silence, and the power of being seen and supported. Trigger warning: contains themes of mental health and self-harm.