Gracias a la presión de las múltiples giras y conciertos Oscar se distanció de Lando provocando que su relación terminara. Pero claro, una relación que no terminó por falta de amor es muy difícil de superar. Oscar lo intenta, pero su mente siempre vuelve a Lando, a los recuerdos que tenía con él. Ha querido llamarlo desde que rompieron, pero no se atrevía, no ahora, que había escuchado que estaba saliendo con alguien más. Durante la noche, revisando las fotos que tenían juntos y con el corazón roto, le llega un mensaje inesperado. ¿Será esta su oportunidad para poder recuperarlo? ____________________ • Oneshot (sé que son dos partes, pero aún así lo contaré como oneshot🫡) • 10k de palabras • Oscar cantante. • Lando fotógrafo. • Final feliz ✨️ ▪︎ Inspirado en el videoclip y canción: We Don't Talk Anymore - Charlie Puth (feat. Selena Gomez) • Portada hecha por mí 🤝 • Escuchando de nuevo la canción me vino a la mente la idea de hacer un fanfic Landoscar con este Au, y este es el resultado.

A landoscar love story. The McLaren boys have been pushed by Zak Brown to go on a vacation, allowing them to relax through the chaos of the season. The two have to warm up to each other as they spend their time together, yet a few sudden mishaps suddenly.. bring them together? Original story by @hooolllyy on tik tok

"So what?" Lando asked. "We just forget about it?" Oscar parted his lips, then closed them, unsure what to say. He didn't want to ignore what happened, he knew that much. But he also knew that he wanted to win. He wanted that championship trophy and couldn't afford to get distracted; especially when that distraction came in the form of his teammate. He locked his gaze with Lando's, so he could understand. "We just forget about it," he repeated, watching Lando's hazel eyes flutter. "And go back to being friends." Lando broke eye contact first. "We can't go back to being something we never were." ... Two teammates. One championship. A rivalry to destroy them both. ... Started: 4/25/26

Lando has always been McLaren's golden boy, their leader, their future. But after a season where Oscar proved himself time and time again, doubt starts to creep in. Is he still the priority? Is McLaren still his team? For Oscar, the season was a test in patience. He played his role, followed the plan, allowed the team to back Lando when it mattered. But now, with the fight for 2025 looming, he wonders, should he stop waiting for his moment? Should he take it? Friendship, rivalry, ambition. Two teammates, one team, and a battle for dominance that can only be settled on track.

❝𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬.❞ - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩: 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴.

"You wanna try?" Said the curly-haired boy with a helmet in one hand and Oscar's fate in the other. They were supposed to make it to F1 together. And technically? They did. But now Lando can't stand to look at him. And Oscar? He's still trying to fix something he never meant to break. Or: the one where Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri were childhood best friends, maybe something more, until everything exploded-and now they're stuck side by side, pretending they don't remember every second of what they lost.

McLaren's Australian driver, 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈, is struggling with the fact that he is a number 2 driver, and when Christian Horner takes advantage of Oscar's anger, he manipulates him into driving for Redbull where Max Verstappen is presumably retiring. He never tells his teammate and best friend that he's leaving, and when Lando finds out, the cracks in their relationship begin to form. And 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒, McLaren's golden boy, is struggling even more. He thinks that pushing his emotions down will work out in the end; he's been doing it since he was ten, so why wouldn't it work now? What happens now is that he breaks down in panic in his driver's room while Oscar tries to help him. He only realizes he can't go on like that when he's stuck in a burning car, not wanting to get out, and realizes he needs to do something about his feelings, not just bottle them up as he has been for the past year. In 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄, Lando and Oscar find a rivalry that's tied to Lando's mental health problems and Oscar's manipulation by Christian Horner, and how much they're in love with each other and don't even know it. As the season goes on and on, they drift farther and farther apart from friends, and closer and closer to what some would call enemies, through knowing each other so well that they know how to make it hurt.

"You hate me, don't you?" "No. I wish I did." When rookie Oscar Piastri joins McLaren, Lando Norris doesn't think much of him: quiet, polite, unthreatening. Until the first test. Until Oscar's lap times start haunting him more than the thought of losing ever did. Rivalry turns personal, and attraction feels a lot like obsession. In the season that could make or break them, Lando learns that the real danger isn't on the track. It's the rookie sharing his garage. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ angst; enemies to lovers;

It's the profound tragedy of Lando's life, he thinks, to realise he's in love with his teammate - just as Oscar Piastri makes a habit of standing one step higher on the podium, forcing Lando to crane his neck to look at him. Oscar hates watching the light fade from Lando's eyes with every victory he takes from him. He accepted the inconvenient truth long ago: he loves Lando. But he loves winning more.

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.