"It's not like you don't care, you're just stupid at doing so." The unstable Actor Lando Norris get's mixed up in the case of a serial killer, and NCA Agent Oscar Piastri is trying his best to fix it all while overcoming his trauma and falling madly in love. Oscar centric with some sprinkles of Lando's POV. General warnings for returning topics: Panic Attacks, Sexual Assult/Abuse, Graphic depictions of violence, very mild gore

"This is stupid! All of this! We can't just- pretend it's not! Even if whatever this is was to work, where do you think it'd lead Oscar? What future is there?! This is- I'm the fucking prince! What do you think they'd say?! This is pointless. It was stupid to think otherwise." "So you just want to give up?" -- Or, the tired Prince Lando it forced to train with Sir Oscar thinking he'd hate it. Turns out, the cold knight was about to change his life forever. And he couldn't have chosen a better time, as the enemy kept closing in and the guilt from his past weighed on the young prince more and more. Trigger warnings for the entire fic include: Graphic depictions of self-harm, sucicidal thoughts, Graphic depicitons of nsfw

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

Fake/Pretend Relationship | A 'bro day out' prior to the 2025 F1 Season sparks up a funky dating rumour. But the McLaren PR team uses this to their advantage to accelerate both boys' careers. THE BIG STUFF: Friends to Lovers | 2025 F1 Season Realistic (Canon Compliant) | Slow Burn .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ "We have a new PR strategy for this year to aid with keeping you both in the headlines for longer," Louise, the CMO, continues. "We want to lean into the wave you've both created already." "We want you to both be in a PR relationship," Zak finalises. Lando immediately spills a quarter of the water carafe onto Oscar's lap out of pure shock. Lando gasps out a few squeaky sorry's while Oscar stands up in a fright. "You mean with... models, or s-something?" Oscar stutters out, looking down to his pants which absolutely looks like he's just pissed himself. "No, that'd be a very easy strategy. We've used that one for years," Louise laughs. Neither of the drivers are laughing with her. "You two, together."

"Five Stages of Loving Him" Realization, Affection, Expression, Argumentation, and Redemption. Lando and Oscar had already experienced all of that together-and they're about to face all of that again. But this time, it'll be harder than ever. The 2026 Season will be the fourth season they were teammates at McLaren. But 'teammates' isn't the right word to describe them. Stealing glances, accidental kisses, in need of each other's. What started as a prospect of a great season turns into something deeper, and maybe worse. All because deep down in their heart, they want more than just a 'teammates.' 'It's between loving and losing. There's no in between." "You completed the first stage, you will face the next stage." "Climb all the stage to get his heart." #91 on Formula1 (20/04/26) #14 on Lestappen (31/05/26) #5 on Landoscar (21/06/26) #35 on CarlosSainz (07/07/26)

"And everyone is so old," Logan complains. Somehow, without them knowing about it, Logan's managed to swipe a waffle and is chewing on it happily. Daniel stifles a laugh. "Well, not everyone, I guess- the kid in our room is our age, I think. He might be younger." Lando perks up. "Does he ice skate?" "Yeah, he does. He's got these sick skates and everything." Logan explains. "He's quiet though. We tried talking to him, but..." "But?" Logan shrugs. "He's quiet. He doesn't talk much. I guess he's busy." or, Oscar's made it to the Olympics for figure skating- he's the youngest contestant on the ice and he's the favor for the gold. He's supposed to be living the dream. So why is he still so unhappy? And why do all these hockey players and snowboarders care so much about him? Rankings #1 in lestappen #8 in alexalbon #8 in snowboarding #5 in snowboarding

Lando was still riding the high from securing McLaren the constructor's championship, when their family Christmas celebrations get interrupted by a woman holding a little girl, his daughter, as it turns out. He is left with a small child, travelling the world with McLaren while facing the struggles of a single father. His family and friends, but most importantly, his teammate Oscar, step up to help him with Evelyn (Eva). As Lando watches Eva take a liking to Oscar, he realizes that he has already given away his heart to his teammate.

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.

ON HOLD. "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞." "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" Oscar Piastri is elated when he gets the scholarship of his dreams at Oxford University. But if he's ever going to pay off his student loan, he needs a job, and fast. Luckily for him, there's a coffee shop around the corner that could be just the thing he's after and more.. Lando Norris is in his second year at Oxford, and he's settled into the rhythm of the city. So when his favourite coffee shop hires a new barista, the cute Australian takes him by surprise. But he soon learns that there's more to him than meets the eye..

Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes-slow, deliberate, almost gentle. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.