Trente-six adolescents se réveillent sans souvenir dans un immense complexe entouré de murs infranchissables : la Zone. Ils ne savent ni pourquoi ni comment ils sont arrivés là. Tout ce qu'ils découvrent, c'est un labyrinthe en perpétuel mouvement, rempli de dangers mortels. Chaque jour, certains explorent les couloirs à la recherche d'une issue, tandis que d'autres tentent simplement de survivre. Mais à mesure que les jours passent, les tensions montent, les disparitions se multiplient... et une vérité glaçante se dessine : l'un d'eux n'est pas une victime, mais l'instigateur de cette expérience cauchemardesque. Caché parmi eux, il observe, manipule et contrôle le jeu. Piégés dans cet enfer où la méfiance est leur seule arme, une question hante les prisonniers : comment s'échapper quand le véritable ennemi est l'un des leurs ?

Lando, 26 ans, champion du monde de formule 1, ne s'attendait pas à autant se rapprocher de son teammate Oscar Piastri. Oscar Piastri, 25 ans, n'est pas venu pour se faire des amis. Il vient pour gagner. Mais peut être qu'un beau brun lui fera changer d'avis, malgré les tensions entre eux.

Lando comes back from a family holiday after a rough fight with his siblings and parents, sad, lonely and honestly trying not to cry. When he opens the door of his shared apartment, he thinks he might see Alex or George, two of his roommates and closests friends. Instead, he finds Oscar, the new roommate who moved in two months ago and that he barely really knows yet. But really at this point, Lando would take comfort from anyone.

They share the same garage. The same color. The same pressure. In the relentless world of Formula 1, everything is measured in tenths of a second - except what grows slowly, quietly, between two teammates. Oscar Piastri thrives on control, precision, and silence. Lando Norris lives through instinct, emotion, and noise. Side by side at McLaren they learn to trust each other on track long before they dare to understand what happens off it. Between Friday practices, tense Saturday qualifying sessions, and unforgiving Sunday races, something unspoken settles in the spaces between them. Shared routines. Lingering glances. Almost-touches that mean too much to be accidental and not enough to be named. As the season unfolds - through victories, failures, pressure from the paddock, and eyes that start to notice - Oscar falls first without realizing it. Lando falls harder while trying not to fall at all. What happens when two people are always next to each other - and nowhere feels safe enough to tell the truth. A slow-burn Formula 1 romance. Hidden. Intimate. Inevitable.

Lando has never quite fit the role he was born into. Impulsive, a little too wild, a rule-breaker. Then, one photo changes everything. Now he has to fake a relationship with Oscar Piastri, the calm and controlled son of the Australian Prime Minister. It's supposed to be temporary. Instead, he's in danger of ruining everything he's ever known. Because Lando's already hopelessly in love with him, and Oscar can never know.

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.

"Slow kisses in the morning, moans swallowed between mouths in our bed. Every meal shared together. Laughing hard on the couch while watching something stupid, then curling up in each other's arms, intertwining our fingers as the night became quiet. The way we brushed knuckles and shoulders in public, that it was our way of holding hands. The way he looked at me and without words said: I see you, I love you, I'm here." An established relationship LandOscar story of yearning, fluff, and smut (minimal angst). In which Lando and Oscar navigate being queer men in a sport that does not allow them to be open about their relationship. They find comfort with each other and slowly create a life together. Shown in a non-linear timeline, you see their life and relationship build up around them through very smutty (:p) mosaic chapters that capture small snippets of their life. Thank you @p4dfoot__ for inspiring me to write this, ily! Title song is "Sleep Talking" by Indigo De Souza

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬

"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. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Additional tags: angst; enemies to lovers; explicit; sexual content; internalized homophobia; fluff; smut; slow burn;

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.