BOOK 2 OF THE 'THE PIECES WE LEAVE BEHIND' DUOLOGY ---- Months after walking away from everything he knew, Oscar Piastri returns to university carrying the pieces of the person he used to be. He isn't angry. He isn't bitter. He's just... quieter. Like a part of him never made it home. Lando Norris thought losing Oscar would be the worst thing he'd ever experience. He was wrong. The hardest part is knowing that Oscar didn't leave because he stopped caring. He left because something between them broke. Now, with every distance-filled glance and every silent moment between them, Lando is forced to confront the things he spent months trying to ignore. The person standing in front of him is still Oscar. But he isn't the same boy who walked away. And if Lando wants any chance of rebuilding what was lost, he has to learn that some things cannot be fixed with apologies alone. Some wounds take time. Some trust has to be earned. Because sometimes the person who breaks something doesn't get to be the one who saves it. They just have to become someone worthy of helping rebuild it.

Seven helmets. Seven strangers. One Formula One driver. Lando Norris can't stop looking at Driver Number Three. Something about him feels strangely familiar. He just can't work out why. Sometimes, instinct knows what logic refuses to believe. A fluffy Landoscar one-shot inspired by the McLaren x Sidemen Guess the Formula One Driver ft. Lando Norris video ❤️

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

Lando x Oscar fanfic || enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 || Both teenagers are in university, studying engineering. Throughout the story, hatred for each other grows more and more, yet there is always something deeper than that.

Amar en silencio era un arte que Oscar Piastri había perfeccionado. Desde hace dos años, su relación con Lando Norris existía en un mundo paralelo al que todos conocían, uno construido entre aeropuertos, habitaciones de hotel y mensajes que nadie más debía leer. No había fotos juntos en redes sociales, ni miradas prolongadas en público, solo el eco de un amor que se mantenía en la sombra porque así debía ser. Lando Norris, la estrella de McLaren, el piloto egocéntrico que el mundo admiraba, jamás permitiría que su relación se hiciera pública. No porque no amara a Oscar, sino porque la imagen lo era todo. Y Oscar, pese a todo, aceptaba ese destino. Lo aceptaba porque lo amaba. Porque cada noche que Lando aparecía en su apartamento en Mónaco después de una carrera, con el cuerpo exhausto pero las manos desesperadas por tocarlo, sentía que el sacrificio valía la pena.

୨⎯ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ⎯ ୧ 1° TEMPORADA. Ser compañeros de equipo les pareció que sería bueno, pero el nuevo reto no les sentó para nada bien al final. O eso creían. #1Lando 🥇 - 25/05/2024 #1McLaren 🥇 - 24/07/2024 #1oscarpiastri 🥇 - 17/12/2024

A landoscar love story. The McLaren boys have been pushed by Zak Brown to go on a vacation, allowing them to relax through the chaos of the season. The two have to warm up to each other as they spend their time together, yet a few sudden mishaps suddenly.. bring them together? Original story by @hooolllyy on tik tok

Lando and Oscar are college roommates who were never meant to fall in love - but they did anyway. In a world where everyone thinks Lando belongs with someone else, Oscar quietly watches, aching in silence. Their love is hidden, messy, unspoken. But it's real. And in the end, it's not about who the world sees. It's about the boy who held your heart when no one else saw it breaking. It's about the one who stayed. In the end... it's him and I.

"I didn't hear a thing," Lando had said. Oscar walked back to his apartment, the words on loop in his head. "It must've been the wind." or: a landoscar fic inspired by the song 'must've been the wind' by alec benjamin

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