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 😭🫶.

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.

"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

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.

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.

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)

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

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

They were never meant to get along. Teammates, rivals, opposites in every possible way. But somewhere between late-night practice, post-race silence, and the endless chase for first place, the line between hate and something deeper starts to blur. Lando and Oscar - chasing victory, and maybe each other. -i keep updating the story as much as i can, thank you for reading!🫶

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

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. ---

Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame. "I want you." Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back. "What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed. But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close. He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address. "I want-Lando's home address." Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando." But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke. "O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe. And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always. And then-raw, unfiltered, aching- "I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore." Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas. "You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"

"You're the kid who replaced Daniel, huh?" After Alpine announced his seat without asking, Oscar Piastri walked away, straight into a McLaren contract. Now he's the rookie in papaya, sharing a garage with Lando Norris, who's charming, chaotic... and not at all how Oscar imagined a teammate would be. Lando doesn't seem to care. About Oscar. About the partnership. About anything. But maybe he does. And maybe Oscar's about to find out, between the laps. Started> 22nd November 2025 Ongoing

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 four 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

When society collapses and a virus takes over, the f1 drivers are determined to live in this new world.

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.

Enemies. Teammates. Rivals. Lando Norris hates his rookie teammate, Oscar Piastri. Oscar secretly likes him anyway. It should end there but between late-night arguments, jealous glances, and one stolen kiss, the line between rivalry and love starts to blur. Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri

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! 🏁💙🧡

‼️‼️DISCONTINUED !! I'm going to write a somewhat similar fic but I'm not going to add wags :)) and less wnj (sorry) It will probably be mostly galex and Bearnelli but idk James Marriott arrives at Will Lenneys office in London. His close friend has a surprise for him !! Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri are joining them for today's video!! Their friendships blossom and so many opportunities arise There is no explicit romance but some suggested affection!! Take that with a grain of salt please. Suggested ships include: wnj , landoscar , galex and the Bearnelli. Also hinted that carlando existed at some point (Oscar is not happy about that). Also in this story Orla still works for WillNE industries !! I love her too much to cut her out .