The Louvre heist (F1 addition)
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stay, idiot. | landoscar
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.Concluida![We Hate Each Other - [LANDOSCAR]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/395559190-256-k275368.jpg)
We Hate Each Other - [LANDOSCAR]
"You wanna try?" Said the curly-haired boy with a helmet in one hand and Oscar's fate in the other. They were supposed to make it to F1 together. And technically? They did. But now Lando can't stand to look at him. And Oscar? He's still trying to fix something he never meant to break. Or: the one where Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri were childhood best friends, maybe something more, until everything exploded-and now they're stuck side by side, pretending they don't remember every second of what they lost.
SHADOWED BY YOU
"Everyone left him. Even his own sister." After a brutal betrayal from the one person he trusted-his bodyguard-Lando Norris shuts the world out. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. The mafia empire he built from the ashes of his past is his only focus now. Until Oscar Piastri steps into his life. Silent, dangerous, unreadable. Hired to protect Lando. But slowly? He starts to unravel him. And just when Lando thinks he's alone for good-his sister comes back. Successful, changed, and full of regret. "You're in love with him," she whispers, watching him watch Oscar. Lando's mask slips. He is. And it might destroy him.Concluida
POSSESSIVE - lando norris.
IN WHICH...۫ ꣑ৎ ❛𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨 𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵. ❜ જ⁀➴ Arabella Sol, americas sweetheart, meets Mclaren's golden boy- Lando Norris. Between flashing cameras, ghosted feelings and the weight of the world on her shoulders, Arabella Sol has to figure out what it means to be wanted, truly. Because the scariest thing about falling for someone? It's real. And the journey there isn't always pretty. . .
ENEMIES TO US - Landoscar
Oscar and Lando were never supposed to be anything but rivals. On the running track, they pushed each other to the limit, each trying to outdo the other, locked in a fierce competition that no one thought could ever change. But sometimes, rivalry gives way to something deeper-something neither of them expected. When Oscar's past threatens to unravel him, Lando's rivalry turns into something more: a relentless need to protect him, to care for him in ways he never thought possible. But just as their rivalry shifts into uncharted territory, old wounds resurface, and their connection is tested in ways neither could have prepared for. As they navigate their complicated feelings, the lines blur between friends, rivals, and something more. Together, they'll have to figure out if their love can survive the shadows of the past and the tension of their competitive nature, or if their enemies will always be a part of their story.Concluida
Orphic | o.pisatri
orphic (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding IN WHICH Oscar Piastri decides to hang out with Lando Norris during the summer break. OR IN WHICH Colson, one of Lando's good friends, meets Oscar Piastri and falls for him instantly. (oscar piatsri x m!reader) (real life + social media fic)
remember to remember us; landoscar
Some memories disappear. Others wait. What's left between them is silence, careful distance and memories that hurt too much to touch. Can love be rebuilt when only one heart remembers? - amnesia trope - slow burn
Operation Falling For The Cover Story
Secret agents Oscar and Lando are partnered up for a mission. When a notorious drug dealer threatens the safety of others, they're given an unusual assignment: they must go undercover as a married couple to infiltrate the dealer's inner circle.Concluida
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.
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