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 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.

When Lando meets Oscar for the first time, he thinks he dislikes Oscar, the rookie bringing back memories from Lando's past, which he had vowed to never think about again. Being near him is hard, and he has trouble hiding his dislike. When the fans and the media notice, McLaren is quick to step in, making both driver's sign a contract to be in a fake relationship for the reminder of the season. As Lando struggles with his past, Oscar is always by his side and despite the Australian causing him to confront his past, he can't help but realize that the hate he believed to feel when he first met Oscar, wasn't hate after all. It was the complete opposite and Lando has to learn to feel again, when the last time he allowed someone into his heart, he was hurt badly. ----- TW: mentions of physical abuse, mentions of sexual assault, panic attacks, mentions of psychological abuse

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 |

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

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