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. ⏾⋆˚⟡₊⊹⭒

[ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃] 🚦 ~ ❝𝐍𝐨, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭.. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.❞ ꒰ ྀི ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ ୨୧ ˚ 수줍은 인형 @wonnie 𑁍ㅉ ᶻz 𓇼 𝐄𝐒𝐓 : 𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟓 ______________________________ Maximillian Verstappen. The name that could effortlessly send chills down spines. The name that belonged to a cold, dark, merciless man. The man that had a tall, broad, strong figure. The name that was only spoke in hushed whispers out of fear. The man that owned empires of his own probably worth more than the organs of 100 people combined. ✦. ⊹ And Charles leclerc? A cute, pretty, beautiful young man. An Introverted book writer who had no concept of anger or competition. It was all peace in Charles' life, his immense beauty and chunky black glasses made him stand out. Yet his past told stories beyond imagination.. ૮‿︵꒷꒦┈┈┈꒰ ♡ ꒱┈┈┈ ꒷꒦ ° ︵‿ა Who would've known two different worlds could cross paths.. and most importantly, would it work?

|~< 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

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 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

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?"

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.

A one night stand has Rain in a strict 'sex with no catching feelings' but what happens when the pair become friends? More than friends? All without Oscar knowing a thing...or so they think Lando x Rain Piastri