Landoscar Stories

"вє¢αυѕє ι тнσυgнт ι'∂ ℓσѕє уσυ, αη∂ ι'∂ яαтнєя ∂ιє тнαη ℓσѕє уσυ." Oscar Piastri has a curse. When he is near his soulmate, he gets a headache. At first they're minor, then gradually they get more and more severe until either their soulmate confesses their love for them, or they die. I think we all know who is soulmate is gonna end up being 😭🫶.

Lando Norris couldn't accept his cold, new teammate, Oscar Piastri. But when their rivalry shatters the driver's facade, Lando discovers hidden wounds and profound pain. Falling deeply in love, Lando offers Oscar the only unconditional safe harbor. Yet, the power of that love terrifies Lando himself, forcing him to flee from an emotion he can't control. Can he return in time to prove his love is stronger than his fear, before the wounded champion seals himself forever in silence?

Abu Dhabi. Final race of the season. Two Papayas. One World Championship. Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri used to be best friends, practically a matched set. But somewhere between podiums and pressure, the line between teammate and rival blurred... and then broke. Now they're tied in points. One race to decide everything. The world is watching. The stakes are higher than ever. But when the lights go out, something happens that changes everything, on the track and between them. Because trophies don't matter if you lose the person you were racing for.

What happens when the entire F1 grid has a group chat... and no one respects boundaries? From photos, screenshots, savage memes, and flirty comments to nonstop teasing of every ship, chaos reigns supreme. Landoscar gets all the spotlight-blushes, possessive reactions, and embarrassing moments galore-but no ship is safe. George & Carlos, Max & teammates, random flirts... everyone ends up roasted, teased, and dragged into the madness. Expect: Full-grid chaos 😎 Hilarious teasing and savage memes 🤪 Flirty, blush-inducing Landoscar moments 💖 Other ships getting dragged into the fun 🔥 Pure, chaotic fandom energy Warning: you may laugh, swoon, and scream at the same time. This is a wild, flirty, meme-filled ride through the F1 grid, and trust me-you won't want to miss it. ---

Welcome to my Landoscar one-shots collection! Expect all the tension, emotions, and quiet moments that make Oscar and Lando so special. Heads up: The very first story is a special exception-an Oscar × Tate McRae one-shot. If that's not your thing, feel free to skip it and jump right into the Landoscar stories. Enjoy the ride! 🏁💙🧡

"It's not like you don't care, you're just stupid at doing so." The unstable Actor Lando Norris get's mixed up in the case of a serial killer, and NCA Agent Oscar Piastri is trying his best to fix it all while overcoming his trauma and falling madly in love. Oscar centric with some sprinkles of Lando's POV. General warnings for returning topics: Panic Attacks, Sexual Assult/Abuse, Graphic depictions of violence, very mild gore

You know the drill... When Formula One decides to break away from the FIA towards the end of the 2025 season, the entire sport is scrapped until Liberty Media can make up the money lost in court and find a replacement for the governing body of motorsport. No one knows what to do with themselves. Not the crumbling sport, not the fans and certainly not the drivers. They are all left to wallow in a shower of missed opportunities and to just wait. Until six young, idiot millionaires persuade an older, possibly more idiot millionaire into a plan that could only be described as one thing : a bad idea. To buy a cabin in the middle of the French Alps to host the Christmas of a lifetime. An F1 Christmas. DISCLAIMERS!! -Only a number of ships mentioned (listed in tags if you want to know) -Very simular to my old F1 house book, however this is its own version for christmas that DOES NOT follow on from Mad house -All fiction and doesn't follow real events

hii people im we writing oneshot book again there will be fluff , angst and smutt too.

When P81 received the contract to put a bullet in a racing driver's head for twenty million pounds, he assumed it was an enraged fan or rival. Yet, there was more to this story than what meets the eye. And that was immediately apparent when his target locked eyes with him through the scope of his rifle. This is so bad don't read it gng 💔

This Story is about my favorite F1 drivers. It's mostly about Lestappen und their crazy friends! It's also an omega verse

When Oscar Piastri downloads a mysterious Sims 4 mod out of curiosity, he accidentally traps his teammate, Lando Norris, inside his computer game. To free him, Lando must live out an entire Sims life - from woohooing to raising twins - while Oscar desperately tries to fix his mistake. But the longer they're stuck between reality and simulation, the blurrier their true feelings become. Will love bloom beyond the screen, or will their reality glitch forever? A comedic, chaotic, and surprisingly tender slow burn fanfiction where gaming, romance, and F1 off-season boredom collide. **Best Ranking** -#1 in Sims4 (20-July-2025)

Max Verstappen has everything-money, confidence, and a trail of headlines that never seem to stop following him. Owner of V Square, adored and hated in equal measure, he lives loud. Too loud. And then there's George Russell-calm, composed, a fashion designer whose brand Maison Joré defines quiet luxury. Where Max is chaos, George is order. Where Max flirts, George builds. And somehow, they collide in the middle of it all. "Morning, darling." Max teases, leaning on George's desk. "Don't call me that." They don't make sense. They argue in showrooms and fall asleep on opposite sides of the couch, always meeting again somewhere in between. But when George finds out that Max's past isn't as buried as he thought, the chaos breaks loose. "If you want me to trust you," George says, voice trembling, "then clean it up. All of it." So Max does-chasing ghosts, making amends, trying to prove that change isn't just a word he throws around. Somewhere along the way, his laughter gets softer. His touch steadier. His eyes only on George. When he returns, it isn't with grand gestures or expensive gifts-just quiet honesty. "I'm not perfect," Max admits. "But I'm done running." George exhales, half-smiling. "You're insane." "And you love it." sometimes, the heart doesn't untie. it learns to stay tangled.

Engineer!Oscar / Driver!Lando Not rated (rating could go up!) M/M No warnings apply. Incomplete. Standard RPF rules apply: don't show this to them, don't take this out of fandom spaces etc etc Notes: Irregular updates to be expected! i've got finals for the next month :) 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 i'm not used to having to add a cover and chapter titles. i just grabbed whatever picture of lando and oscar.

When a famous singer drops a new song, and everyone's convinced it's about Oscar Piastri, things get real.

F1 alternative au where they aren't drivers and the rookies go to university and every driver + some extras live in the same apartment building

A Landoscar fanfic covering the 2025 season starting at Monaco Something grows between the two teammates and lets just say it's not just rivalry.

nose q poner pero es mi primer fanfic

This is plenty of stories about Lando Norris & Oscar Piastri. Please read the " •things to know• " chapter before starting ! -> Respect and kindness is wanted here. -> No +18 scenes for obvious reasons I hope, they are humans, have girlfriends and are just existing so I won't write something more than maybe a kiss.

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.