Some Oneshots Dedicated To Landoscar, Since I'm An Absolute Sucker For Landoscar Stories.

During a golden, sun-drenched Monaco summer the Mclaren team takes a rare break. The villa they stay at is quiet, heavy with heat and the soft stillness of time off. Oscar arrives in the wake of a quiet breakup with Lily, carrying the silence of a man still figuring out what he's lost. He's withdrawn, his mind a haze of bitter thoughts. Lando watches from the edges, heart soft and aching. His crush on Oscar is old and carefully hidden, but now, without the noise of the track or the pressure of the season, something fragile begins to stir. In the space between cicadas and salt-kissed afternoons, conversations grow more honest. Oscar is lonely. Lando is hopeful. And sometimes, hope lingers even when it's sunburnt, peeling and sore, but still alive under the skin.

A series of drabbles and little one shots about Nico Rosberg and Lewis Hamilton, inspired by some songs from a playlist dedicated to them. Here is the playlist -> https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6wBLc6che1blxHBH4FKZm2?si=aO76uR7ZTC-ydfyPrp09Qg&utm_source=copy-link&pi=bkFeSiLJTzS5e

it's for my mental health mate leave me alonedjshdksbsjdnd

One wrong message. One accidental photo. One teammate who definitely wasn't supposed to see it. Lando Norris had spent years perfecting the art of turning everything into a joke, especially the parts of himself he didn't know how to explain. Oscar Piastri had always been the calm one, rational enough to keep Lando grounded and perceptive enough to notice what Lando tried to hide. Then, one drunken night during summer break, lando sends Oscar something that was never meant for him. It should be easy to forget. Except Oscar doesn't seem to be forgetting it, and neither does Lando.

Because somewhere between the jokes and the late-night whispers, he'd started to fall. Hard. For the laugh that cracked through the static. For the soft way Oscar said his name. For all of it. He was absolutely, royally screwed. And it certainly didn't help that Oscar kept calling him sweetheart like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. Like it didn't set his chest on fire every single time. ------------ Alternatively: wrong number fic

AU: The contact Lando made with Oscar in Singapore ended in a crash ruining Oscar's race. And he is not happy. Oscar lashes out and Lando saying he's done with their friendship.

Lando's the charismatic lead singer and piano genius, Oscar's the quiet but fierce guitarist and drummer. Together, they're unstoppable on stage-but off it, the chaos of panic attacks, anxiety, and unspoken feelings threatens to unravel them. Through late-night jam sessions, festival lights, and melodies written in whispers, they learn that trust, patience, and music can carry them closer than they ever imagined. Slowly, carefully, two hearts find their rhythm-both in the spotlight and in the quiet spaces they share. Fluff, angst, slow-burn romance. Trigger warnings: panic attacks, anxiety, stress.

The roar of engines was just the beginning. Lando thought he understood pressure-cameras, lights, controlled chaos. He was wrong. At the McLaren garage, watching the home race unfold, his attention keeps slipping to one driver: Oscar. Calm. Untouchable. Winning. He doesn't know why he cares so much... but he does. One race. One victory. One laugh. And suddenly, everything changes.

Prince Lando isn't meant to leave the palace walls-but rules have never stopped him before. Enter Oscar, his newly assigned royal bodyguard: disciplined, serious, and entirely committed to keeping the reckless prince alive. As Lando pushes boundaries and sneaks out under Oscar's watchful eye, sparks fly in unexpected ways. From grudging respect to shared secrets, and from silent tension to stolen moments, the lines between duty and desire begin to blur. Can a prince used to freedom and a guard sworn to rules find a balance between loyalty, rebellion, and something neither of them expected-love? Enemies? Sort of. Allies? Sometimes. But maybe... more than that?