In Formula 1, everything is measured in tenths. Wins. Losses. Mistakes. The space between holding on and losing control. Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri know exactly how thin that margin is. On track, they are teammates, rivals, and the two strongest weapons McLaren has in a title fight that demands everything from them. Off track, they are something far more dangerous: unfinished, unspoken, and already too deep in something neither of them knows how to survive cleanly. What begins as reckless chemistry becomes impossible to contain once it starts meaning more than either of them wants to admit. Because wanting is one thing. Letting it change you is another. And in a sport built on control, precision, and public image, there is no room for the kind of feelings that throw everything off balance. But distance doesn't fix it. Winning doesn't drown it out. And every race weekend forces them back into the same rooms, the same silences, the same impossible choice between protecting themselves and giving in. Because when everything is measured in tenths, it doesn't take much to ruin a life. Or fall in love.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : This story is inspired by the rivals-to-lovers dynamic of 'Heated Rivalry' by Rachel Reid and adapted into an original story set in the f1 world. - "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭" "𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶" "𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺", 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. ⏾⋆˚⟡₊⊹⭒

|~< a Landoscar story (oscarxlando) Oscar had always been mesmerised by lando Norris. How good he was. But when he signed for McLaren, he was unsure what to expect from the Brit. But it wasn't for him to always get what he wants >~|

> Landoscar storeowner au < Lando Norris, the cheerful owner of Norris' Nest, spends his morning tending to animals and helping customers in his cozy pet shop. When he meets Oscar, the charming new bakery owner next door, their friendly exchange hints at a connection. As Oscar navigates Lando's oblivious charm, he wonders if there might be more beneath Lando's playful exterior. Story warnings: Alcohol consumption Smut/sexual Angst

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

Charles hates Max, it's always been like this and it always will be like this. That's what he thought before he found out everything Max is hiding. [lestappen] - mature content There will be no warning at the beginning of the chapter to avoid spoilers.

Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame. "I want you." Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back. "What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed. But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close. He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address. "I want-Lando's home address." Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando." But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke. "O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe. And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always. And then-raw, unfiltered, aching- "I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore." Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas. "You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"

In the high-stakes world of Formula 1, the 2024 season is more than just a battle for the championship-it's a collision of personalities, rivalries, and emotions. Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc, fierce competitors on and off the track, are locked in a relentless fight for supremacy. Sparks fly as the tension between them grows, fueled by media drama, on-track clashes, and an undeniable chemistry neither of them is willing to acknowledge. In a story of slow-burn tension and unexpected emotions, they'll discover that sometimes, the fiercest rivalries hide the strongest connections. What happens when rivalry turns into something they're both too afraid to acknowledge ? ------------------------------ Find the associated playlist here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3l2AjWHpWxNw7JWqiRL8Zq?si=J8Z-fTLHQTuIgR2sz-W3tQ&pi=e-BRDgo8NERNWe Note: The playlist is updated before each chapter release. Make sure to follow us so you don't miss any announcements or exclusive content. Also, the storyline is mostly planned out, but we're always open to suggestions, so please feel free to share yours ! Enjoy ♥

Baby, just say yes. 4 words that broke the internet. or: a landoscar fic inspired by the iconic 'finish the lyric' challenge, and the song 'love story' by taylor swift :)

Once inseparable childhood friends, Lando and Oscar drift apart as life and different dreams take them to opposite sides of the world. Years later, fate unexpectedly brings them back together, forcing them to face the unspoken feelings and broken bonds of their past.