What's supposed to be a chaotic Christmas getaway with family, teammates, and half the Formula 1 grid turns into Oscar Piastri's worst (and strangest) nightmare: everyone leaves without him. Trapped alone in a too-quiet house over Christmas, Oscar is left to wrestle with creaking floors, lingering memories, and the kind of loneliness that gets louder the longer it sits. Between missed flights, unexpected FaceTimes, and one very familiar orange sock, this is a soft, funny, slightly haunting holiday story about being left behind - and realizing you might not be as alone as you think.

[Landoscar - Lando x Oscar] Lando Norris Didn't Really Want Another Brown-Haired Aussie Teammate, But Oscar Piastri Was Excited To Meet Him, For Some Reason. The Aussie Made The Move From Alpine To McLaren After Some Nonsense From Alpine About A Contract. The Aussie Delt With It Well, Maturity Riddled In His Response. It Made Lando Feel A Little Something For Oscar. But A Boat Trip Had Lando Over The Edge. Will It Become Something Else? Find Out!

this is a love story about a girl who is best friend with Oscar Piastri and one day wakes up and sees that Oscar got into F1. 'We have to celebrate!' 'tonight i have to work so wanna go tomorrow?' but when she is a few hours into her shift she sees a boy walking into the bar. holy shit thats Oscars new teammate! and why didn't he tell me that he is so good looking! read this story to find out how it goes! it maybe has a little smut but not to crazy and some drama. i hope you guys enjoy it!

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.

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.