Max Verstappen has always trusted himself behind the wheel. Reality is another matter. It starts with hallucinations-people who aren't there, places that change around him, familiar faces he can no longer trust. At first, Max fights them. He checks. He questions. He searches for ways to separate what is real from what his mind has created. Then the checks stop working. Eventually, Formula One has to continue without him, and Max is admitted to hospital with no clear date for when-or if-he'll be able to return. And then things get worse. His world shrinks to a hospital room. Days pass without him leaving his bed. Food goes untouched. Showers become too much effort. Racing-the thing that once consumed his entire life-stops mattering. Sometimes Max wakes believing he's somewhere completely different. Sometimes people who aren't real sit beside him for hours. Eventually, he becomes too exhausted to keep questioning them. Charles watches the person he loves disappear further into himself, terrified not only by what Max sees, but by the moments when Max no longer seems to care whether any of it is real. And when depression convinces Max that Charles would be better off without him, both of them are forced to confront something neither wanted to admit: Love cannot make Charles responsible for keeping Max alive, grounded, and okay. So their friends step in. Pascale refuses to let either of them face it alone. George, Alex, Lando, Oscar, Yuki, Pierre, Arthur and the others stop waiting for Charles to ask for help. A hospital lounge slowly becomes another paddock-loud, chaotic, irritating, familiar. And somewhere in all that noise, tiny things begin to change. Max gets out of bed. He eats because he's hungry. He argues again. He laughs. He starts caring about race results. Then comes telemetry. A simulator. The hospital doors. Cold air outside. A steering wheel beneath his hands. Home. Recovery isn't a straight line. The ha

Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri are 4 years into their secret relationship, but they want more. Marriage is not an option so they wonder, what could tie them closer..?

"Oscarrr! Come on, the car is leaving! What's taking you so long?!" My father's harsh command echoes through the hall, tearing me back to the present. "Please, don't leave it like this, Osc," Lando pleads. His voice is hoarse, eyes brimming with tears as his trembling hands clutch my shirt. I shake my head, opening my mouth to explain, but my father barks at me to come downstairs again. Lando swallows hard, tears breaking free and streaming down his flushed cheeks. "Please, Osc-please, I didn't mean to-" he sobs, the words coming out rushed and tangled. Taking one last look at his red cheeks and trembling, split lip, I break his grip and push him away. I bolt down the stairs before I can break, throwing the car door open and ignoring my family. As my dad turns the ignition and pulls away, the familiar streets fade into a blur. All I can think is We never even said goodbye. Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris were supposed to make it to the top together. Ever since Oscar moved to Lando's town in England at eight years old, they were inseparable. Neighbors, classmates, and fierce karting rivals, they shared a single, unbreakable dream of making it to Formula 1. But everything shattered the day Oscar announced he was moving to Brussels. On their final day together, the unspoken tension boiled over, a panicked reaction, and a fractured goodbye. Oscar drove away, leaving Lando's frantic texts on read. And just like that, a bond faded into permanent silence. Years later, they have both achieved their ultimate dream, but they've become complete strangers along the way. At least, until Zak Brown calls Lando into a meeting with a simple, life-changing introduction. "Lando, this is your new teammate... Oscar Piastri. He'll be joining us this season." Now, forced to share a garage, the past they left behind is about to catch up to them at 200 miles per hour...

**TW!!** "It's always Carlos this, Carlos that. You still have feelings for him like how you used to. And yes I knew, but I forced myself to believe you didn't care for Carlos anymore, guess I was wrong." "I can't believe you, Oscar are you serious-, Jesus!". "Me or Him? Lando Choose". "I'm not choosing between you and Carlos, are you being serious Oscar? The hell has gotten into you lately?" Falling in love under the spotlight is simple. Staying together in the noise shattered them both. The world had accepted them, but neither was prepared for the slow, agonizing burn of falling apart. The fallout didn't just end their relationship. It left behind a bitter, silent ruin masked beneath PR-rehearsed smiles and quiet garage doors. Now, Lando and Oscar exist in a tense, suffocating orbit. Late-night silence, cold shoulders, and aggressive, razor-thin passes on the track have replaced what used to be sacred. The affection is gone, traded for a quiet, dangerous obsession with pushing each other to the limit. They tell themselves the anger is enough,that hate is easier to live with than regret. They are convinced they can outrun the wreckage forever. But in a sport dictated by split seconds, running on spite comes with a cost,and one split-second mistake is about to force them both to face what they lost. Because sometimes, hatred is just love that ran out of places to hide.

The strangest patient Lando had ever seen in his life was brought in from the mountains one night. He had no identification. No family. And, apparently, no intention of waking up anytime soon. For months, room 312 was filled with the steady beeping of machines. And Lando's endless chatter. At first, he talked because it was part of the job. Then it became a habit. And eventually, he started acting as though he was certain the young man was listening to him.

He whispered it lightly, as if it was a prayer or something holy, "Oscar." "That is my name," I nodded, unsure as to why he was so obsessed with it. "You held it from me for a long time," Lando reasoned, "now it is mine." I was pretty sure that was not how it worked, but if 'Oscar' had become his, it was fair to assume 'Lando' was mine. "Does 'Lando' belong to me then?" "It does. We belong to each other now. We are companions." OR; a Landoscar AU inspired by the Song Of Achilles (which is inspired by the Illiad)

Landoscar one shots but they never had their daughter rose 🌹

Oscar and Lando got together in Oscar's rookie year now 3 years later they have 2 children 2 year old Sammy who only talks to Oscar, Lando and his sister Sussie who is 1 and very independent. Can they juggle life as F1 drivers whilst also being dads?

hii people im we writing oneshot book again there will be fluff , angst and smutt too.

Lando Norris just broke the internet. Coming out publicly as the first openly queer driver on the grid was supposed to be his biggest challenge of the season. He expected the cameras, the headlines, and the endless questions. He didn't expect it to change things with the guy sitting across from him in the McLaren engineering room. Oscar Piastri likes order. He likes data, clean lines, and predictable outcomes. But ever since Lando's announcement, Oscar's internal dialogue has been completely haywire. Suddenly, he's paying way too much attention to the way Lando laughs during press conferences, and the quiet spaces between them in the hospitality suite are starting to feel charged. Oscar is facing a completely new track, and he has no idea how to drive it. As the flyaway races pile up and the pressure of the championship builds, the boundary between teammates and something more begins to blur. It's a slow burn at 200 miles per hour. and neither of them is ready for the crash.