Fresh out of college, 21 year old Isabel Piastri was supposed to be building her career. She enters the world of Formula 1 expecting to support her brother through the 2025 season with McLaren. What she does not expect us to be falling in love with her brothers teammate Lando Norris. Between the race weekends and growing media attention an unexpected connection forms. A relationship that quickly becomes harder to hide with every passing Grand Prix. Note: This is purely fiction any mention of the things that happened in real life might have been changed for the plot. The chapters are being published a little late because of me being busy. I will try to update it asap. I promise I haven't forgotten about all of you. A new chapter will come out every weekend.

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 is frustrated. He feels that Lando Norris doesn't treat him with enough respect. Norris has gotten himself into trouble time and time again, and Piastri has bailed him out. But when Oscar finds Lando in bed with some guys-and has to step in, yet again-something shifts inside him. The little-brother-like relationship becomes complicated. Piastri tries to push away thoughts that aren't made any easier by Norris's free-spirited approach to life or his flirtatious nature. Could Oscar Jack Piastri calm down the young, wild, and unruly Lando Norris? This is my first fanfiction, and English isn't my first language. My intention was to write a human romance where uncertainty is allowed to show. Towards the end of the novella, there are detailed descriptions of intimate moments, so a warning is in order. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this <3 All non-celebrity names have been removed, as I respect the privacy of the drivers' families, for example. Everything presented here is entirely fictional.

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.

Oscar Piastri is dangerous in ways he probably doesn't even realize. He doesn't interrogate people. He doesn't push when someone clearly doesn't want to talk. He just . . . exists near you with that quiet, steady presence that somehow makes it easier to breathe. And that's the problem. Because people like that become important before you even notice it happening. OR: Lando is stuck in a destructive cycle and a toxic relationship. Oscar tries to pull him out, while trying not to destroy them both. "He is stable, you are deep." (lando norris x oscar piastri) (enemies to friends to lovers) (2023 formula one season) (hurt people, hurt people)

Alexis Piastri is Oscar Piastri's older sister. After feeling unfulfilled with her life, Alexis decides to drop everything to take a gap year and join her brother travelling the world for the 2023 F1 season, which is where she meets Lando Norris. And the rest is history.

"Lando," Oscar interrupted softly. "Whatever Lance and I had, it was nothing compared to this." Lando looked at him, hope and uncertainty warring in his expression. "This?" Oscar gestured between them, at the space that felt charged with possibility. "This. You. Us. Whatever this is." Oscar Piastri has spent his entire life believing he was alone. Half bunny. Hidden tail. Enhanced senses. Heat cycles. A secret that could destroy everything if the wrong person ever found out. Formula 1 is the last place someone like him should exist. Until one morning, everything changes. His werewolf teammate has questions. His incubus friend already knows more than he should. An Astral, a Phoenix, a Storm Bringer-and suddenly the grid is filled with people hiding impossible truths behind race suits and cameras. As friendships deepen, instincts awaken, and fate begins weaving lives together in ways none of them expected, Oscar discovers that perhaps the greatest secret isn't that monsters exist... It's that none of them were ever monsters at all.

This story focuses on Lando and Oscar, on their relationship and on what develops between them-through tension, unspoken thoughts, and moments that are not always easy to interpret in a simple or straightforward way. There won't be alternative dynamics beyond this: everything revolves around the two of them, and the way they observe each other, avoid each other, and come closer without ever fully understanding one another. "LANDO'S POV" My breathing changes slightly. I notice it immediately. Shorter. More conscious. His eyes stay on me. Steady. Then they drop, just for a moment. Too quick for me to be completely sure... but enough for me to notice. His lips. I swallow lightly. I shouldn't be thinking about it. I shouldn't even register it. And yet I do. I take another half step. And the thought comes, clear and unfiltered: Kiss him. And right after it, almost overlapping: Push him away. I stay still. Stuck exactly at the point where I don't know which version of myself to choose. Oscar is still looking at me. And for a moment, I have the distinct feeling that he knows. Not what I'm thinking. But that I'm thinking something I'm not saying. And that awareness tightens something in my stomach that's hard to ignore. I don't look away. I don't want to. And I remain there, still, suspended between what I should do... and what I actually want to do.

> Trigger Warnings This story may contain > NSFW/Mature themes, alcohol use, toxic relationships, intense rivalry, potential (Please remember that this is a work of fiction. The characters and events depicted in this story are purely the product of my imagination and do not reflect the real-life relationships or experiences)

~ Landoscar story ~ Lando and Oscar haven't been teammates for very long but they do get along quite well, maybe too well. Oscar catches himself feeling something for his fellow driver. Hiding it becomes more and more difficult, especially when Lando is sending ambiguous signals. Will their story finally be a love story? ""I attended the grand prix in Imola and secretly watched the podium ceremony where Lando looked so ... divine, his head proudly raised and his tongue sticking out during the champagne fight, very cocky and ... "Oi Osc, you have some drool there, were you dreaming of me?" I snap out of my daydream and immediately blush."" Some oneshots at the end of this story Englisch isn't my first language so please excuse little mistakes. This is also my first fanfic, don't be too harsh. I hope you enjoy the story at least a little bit :) tumblr: papayapillowprincess ao3: likeawinner481