Oscar Piastri is Spiderman - but no one knows that. He's making sure to be careful so no one figures it out. As he's learning to deal with his powers and responsibility, unexpected battles and hardships come his way. Navigating his life as Spiderman, family life, and his close relationship with his best friend Lando is getting tricky.

What happens when you realise that you're madly in love with your team-mate and he just doesn't seem to realise it ? A Landoscar story

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

What starts as a harmless late-night joke in a Las Vegas bar quickly spirals into something far more complicated. After a drunken game of "Kiss, Marry, Kill," Oscar Piastri laughs off his answers-kiss Logan, marry Max, kill Lando-never expecting the universe to take him seriously. But in the days that follow, things begin to change. Max suddenly becomes quietly, intensely attentive. Lando starts orbiting Oscar with suspicious determination. And Logan... well, Logan stops pretending he hasn't wanted more for years. Now Oscar is stuck in the middle of three of the most important people in his life, trying to untangle feelings, friendships, and a situation that's spiraling faster than an F1 car into turn one. Because jokes are supposed to stay jokes. Right?

George Russell never wanted to get involved with Max Verstappen. It began with something small-a handkerchief pressed into his hand, a look that lingered too long. "Nuh-uh. I don't take back something I've already given away. So..." his gaze dropped briefly to the cloth before flicking back up to George's eyes. "You keep it." Max was relentless, always appearing where George least expected him, always asking questions George refused to answer. Every time George tried to push him away, Max only stepped closer, until George panicked and told the lie that changed everything. "I already belong to someone." Max's smile faded that day. George carried the weight of it in his chest, torn between the truth he couldn't say and the feelings he couldn't kill. Meanwhile, Carlos Sainz had his own storm brewing. His new rival, Charles Leclerc, wasn't just another name on campus-he was fire. Their first meeting ended in fists and insults, and from that moment, they were inseparable enemies. Every hallway became a battlefield, every shared space an arena for their sharp tongues and sharper glares. Yet beneath the anger was something neither wanted to admit-something that burned hotter than hate. "I hate you!" "Well. I hate you more, captain." Carlos told himself he despised Charles. Charles told himself he only wanted to win. But when their fights dragged them too close-pressed against lockers, words falling into silence-they both realized it wasn't victory they craved, but each other. Two stories unfolding in the same place. George, hiding his heart behind lies, while Max refuses to let him go. Carlos, drowning in rivalry, while Charles tears his world apart piece by piece. And somewhere between the fights, the lies, the jealousy, and the stolen moments, four boys find themselves caught in the kind of chaos that feels a lot like love. "I've tried hating you, forgetting you, replacing you-but still, I want you."

They're teammates, ex-somethings, and way too good at pretending it never happened. Fast cars, hot tempers, and a whole lot of unresolved tension. This is Burnout. And they're both already running on fumes. Or short: Another landoscar story

"What the hell does ardent mean?" Ardent is the glow of burning desire, Ardent is intense passion, Ardent are the orange sparks over the flame, Ardent is him and I. From "Who the hell does he think himself?" Passing through the "I have to pretend that I like him for the cameras." Till we get to "I fucking despite him but I can't stop needing his touch." And ending with something that is more powerful than words can describe. A story about hate, hope, bonds, love, obsession and passion, following Lando and Oscar's journey to finding themselves. Warning: nsfw 18+ and mature themes.

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.

Drained and broken, two words that perfectly described carlos, whom two innocent eyes got him to spill his deepest darkest secrets, before turning into a one nightstand that he didn't give much of a thought for. And today that boy with the innocent eyes is a man, a man who's carlos' rival. As oscar debuts for mclaren he finds himself in a situation where he has to be against the person who showed him a side of himself that he thought about everyday for the last three years. And for carlos? Oh that night was nothing but meaningless. And despite how much he acts like it was, oscar piastri belonged to him, And him only. Warning: mature content 18+