Teammates? Yes. Friends? Debatable. Soulmates who flirt like enemies, fake date for PR, and somehow make half the F1 grid their personal chaos witnesses? Oh absolutely. Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri are everything except normal. One scandalous photo, one fake relationship deal, and suddenly the two most insufferably hot idiots on the grid are pretending to be in love - except the pretending gets weirdly real when Oscar starts calling Lando "baby" with teeth and Lando keeps accidentally moaning when Oscar touches him. Between jealous drivers, group chat disasters, very public flirt-fights, and several unsupervised hotel rooms, it's clear one of them is going to snap. And when they do? Oh, it's going to be glorious. ---

"Everyone left him. Even his own sister." After a brutal betrayal from the one person he trusted-his bodyguard-Lando Norris shuts the world out. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. The mafia empire he built from the ashes of his past is his only focus now. Until Oscar Piastri steps into his life. Silent, dangerous, unreadable. Hired to protect Lando. But slowly? He starts to unravel him. And just when Lando thinks he's alone for good-his sister comes back. Successful, changed, and full of regret. "You're in love with him," she whispers, watching him watch Oscar. Lando's mask slips. He is. And it might destroy him.

Engineer!Oscar / Driver!Lando Not rated (rating could go up!) M/M No warnings apply. Incomplete. Lando sees a familiar brown head of hair, with a McLaren branded lanyard around a neck, and he can't quite place where he's seen him before. The man locks eyes with him, looking visibly relieved. It's not long before the man is standing in front of him, hand outstretched. Lando takes it cautiously. "Hi. I'm Oscar Piastri." ...Pastry? "Lando Norris." Crossposted from AO3! silly_bird Standard RPF rules apply: don't show this to them, don't take this out of fandom spaces etc etc i'm not used to having to add a cover and chapter titles. i just grabbed whatever picture of lando and oscar.

Oscar Piastri, 25 ans, futur roi, surnommé "le prince" malgré lui, errait dans le jardin royal. Ce soir-là, sa marraine qui la élevé depuis la mort de ça mare lorsque que il étais née avait organisé un bal masqué pour lui trouver une épouse - une idée qu'Oscar respectait à contrecœur. Depuis ses huit ans, il savait qu'il n'était pas fait pour une femme. Et pourtant, il devait jouer le rôle du fils obéissant. Sous un toit de fer forgé recouvert de feuilles argentées, son regard tomba sur une silhouette qui semblait irréelle. Un homme, tout de blanc vêtu, se tenait là, immobile mais captivant. Son costume élégant, brodé d'argent, épousait ses formes avec une précision parfaite, tandis qu'une fine cape flottait derrière lui. Ses gants blancs et son masque délicatement sculpté ne laissaient apparaître que ses yeux... des yeux d'un bleu profond, mystérieux et hypnotisant, qui semblaient lire au plus profond de l'âme d'Oscar. Il y avait quelque chose dans sa présence - un mélange de grâce, de prestance et de mystère - qui faisait battre le cœur d'Oscar plus vite. Ce simple inconnu, sous la lumière des lanternes et la lune, avait transformé un jardin royal en un lieu où tout semblait possible.

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.

> 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)

Carlando, Lestappen, Maxiel & Landoscar oneshots I don't own any formula one drivers.

just random Landoscar one shots. Enjoy!!!!

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Enemies. Teammates. Rivals. Lando Norris hates his rookie teammate, Oscar Piastri. Oscar secretly likes him anyway. It should end there but between late-night arguments, jealous glances, and one stolen kiss, the line between rivalry and love starts to blur. Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri