Landoscar Stories

Lando Norris only had to survive one wedding. Instead, he woke up in Vegas... married to Oscar Piastri. His rival. His problem. His husband. What started as tequila-fueled chaos and a stupid bet is now very real-and very public. With no easy way out, they're forced to fake their way through a marriage neither of them wanted. But between the bickering, the tension, and a few too many almost moments... Pretending starts to feel a little too real.

They share the same garage. The same color. The same pressure. In the relentless world of Formula 1, everything is measured in tenths of a second - except what grows slowly, quietly, between two teammates. Oscar Piastri thrives on control, precision, and silence. Lando Norris lives through instinct, emotion, and noise. Side by side at McLaren they learn to trust each other on track long before they dare to understand what happens off it. Between Friday practices, tense Saturday qualifying sessions, and unforgiving Sunday races, something unspoken settles in the spaces between them. Shared routines. Lingering glances. Almost-touches that mean too much to be accidental and not enough to be named. As the season unfolds - through victories, failures, pressure from the paddock, and eyes that start to notice - Oscar falls first without realizing it. Lando falls harder while trying not to fall at all. What happens when two people are always next to each other - and nowhere feels safe enough to tell the truth. A slow-burn Formula 1 romance. Hidden. Intimate. Inevitable.

Lando loves Oscar but Oscar continues to reject Lando. When Lando gave up because Carlos showed interest in him, Oscar chases Lando MADLY.

George creates a groupchat intending for it to be serious, little does he know thats a grave mistake. This story follow landoscar and lesstappen and a Possible supprise romance. 2025 grid ( wont neccesarily follow a seuqence of events nor who won what during the season)

2026 F1 Grid Group Chat New season. Same drivers. Zero brain cells. Just the 2026 grid talking about race weekends, roasting each other, causing chaos, and definitely not teasing Lando and Oscar... (they totally are). Welcome to the most unhinged group chat on the grid.

Lando Norris didn't mean to hire a nanny from a coffee shop. Oscar Piastri was supposed to be temporary-just someone to help keep things together while Lando juggled work, single fatherhood, and a life that never seems to slow down. But somewhere between school pickups, late-night dinners, and quiet moments after the kids fall asleep, "temporary" starts to feel a lot like something else. Updates every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday

What starts as a harmless challenge quickly turns into something neither of them knows how to handle. Between late nights, stupid arguments, poker games, race weekends, and far too many photographs, the line between pretending and real starts to disappear. Unfortunately for them both, falling in love is a lot easier than admitting it. Or: Two emotionally repressed idiots make terrible decisions and somehow end up in love anyway. Inspired by how to lose a guy in 10 days Basic rpf rules plz

Just a landoscar story. This is a completely made-up story that I wrote on my own. I love Landoscar so much, & yes, I probably have an unhealthy addiction to them, but who cares. This story doesn't have a particular timeline or anything like that, FYI

"You hate me, don't you?" "No. I wish I did." When rookie Oscar Piastri joins McLaren, Lando Norris doesn't think much of him: quiet, polite, unthreatening. Until the first test. Until Oscar's lap times start haunting him more than the thought of losing ever did. Rivalry turns personal, and attraction feels a lot like obsession. In the season that could make or break them, Lando learns that the real danger isn't on the track. It's the rookie sharing his garage. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ angst; enemies to lovers;

With McLaren having one of their worst seasons yet, the team is on the verge of ending the year championship-less, until Formula 1 introduces a brand new award: the *F1 Media Team Championship*. Determined to make sure McLaren wins something this year, head social media admins Adam and Sarah come up with a dangerously brilliant idea: Use the internet's terrifying obsession with #landoscar to drag McLaren's engagement to the top. More flirting. More touching. More "accidental" chemistry... It's perfect marketing! Right up until Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri start forgetting what parts were supposed to be fake.

"Hey," Lando muttered, taking his seat behind his desk. At least Charles hadn't lied about the coffee; it was sitting there, waiting for him. "Hey, you're Lando, right?" the new guy asked. Lando nodded. "I'm Oscar. Max said we'll be working together." "Great of him not to tell me," Lando muttered, more to himself than to Oscar. ♡ detectives! au posted also on ao3 (merctonelli) title from fortnight by taylor swift and post malone

Is it worth the risk ? Maybe in another life or even another universe, things would be different. Every look they gave each other wouldn't be forbidden, and every little touch wouldn't be hidden. They could be free. But not in this life. Where a relationship like this in that sport was not accepted. A million reasons against them. A forever secrect, too big to carry. To heavy on their shoulders. Unspoken words hanging in the air. The Championship somwhere between them. Pressure,fear,guilt,frustration,envy, excitement ,passion,hate,love. Everything all at once.

> Trigger Warnings This story may contain > NSFW/Mature themes, alcohol use, toxic relationships, intense rivalry, potential (Please remember that this is a work of fiction. The characters and events depicted in this story are purely the product of my imagination and do not reflect the real-life relationships or experiences)

Based on X and instagram. Landoscar!!!.

Oscar Piastri is a masterpiece of ice and silence. To the rest of Hogwarts, he is a ghost in the dungeons, a lethal Slytherin whose mere presence feels like a winter frost. He is a boy built of sharp edges and secrets, conditioned by a father who taught him that feelings are a weakness and touch is a weapon. His sister, Cara, is the only anchor keeping him from drifting into the dark. She is his mirror, his protector, the only one who can see the cracks in his marble skin. But then there is Lando. A Gryffindor made of sunlight, curls, and a terrifyingly pure heart. Lando is everything Oscar was told to despise-and the only thing that makes his heart beat with a rhythm that feels like life. It starts with tutoring sessions that bleed into obsession. It starts with Oscar's cruelty, a desperate attempt to push away the only person who looks at him without fear. But Lando doesn't run. Even when Oscar screams, even when Oscar flinches, Lando stays. One is a sun that refuses to dim. The other is a storm that's forgotten how to be calm. As a dark political war closes in and Oscar's father prepares to purge the "mistakes" from the wizarding world, Oscar is caught in a suffocating trap. He must choose between the blood that defines him and the boy who haunts his every waking thought. Oscar Piastri is untouchable. But for Lando, he's willing to shatter.

This story focuses on Lando and Oscar, on their relationship and on what develops between them-through tension, unspoken thoughts, and moments that are not always easy to interpret in a simple or straightforward way. There won't be alternative dynamics beyond this: everything revolves around the two of them, and the way they observe each other, avoid each other, and come closer without ever fully understanding one another. "LANDO'S POV" My breathing changes slightly. I notice it immediately. Shorter. More conscious. His eyes stay on me. Steady. Then they drop, just for a moment. Too quick for me to be completely sure... but enough for me to notice. His lips. I swallow lightly. I shouldn't be thinking about it. I shouldn't even register it. And yet I do. I take another half step. And the thought comes, clear and unfiltered: Kiss him. And right after it, almost overlapping: Push him away. I stay still. Stuck exactly at the point where I don't know which version of myself to choose. Oscar is still looking at me. And for a moment, I have the distinct feeling that he knows. Not what I'm thinking. But that I'm thinking something I'm not saying. And that awareness tightens something in my stomach that's hard to ignore. I don't look away. I don't want to. And I remain there, still, suspended between what I should do... and what I actually want to do.