darldelight

[darldelight]

OPEN ARMS 𓋜 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

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𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 , 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 , 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽

DARLDELIGHT.ᐟ she / her. 07. desi!! formula one enthusiast. lando norris apologist. sag. winter. anna shcherbakova defender

[darldelight]

𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌

𝝑𓏲 lando norris ⸝⸝⠀ she!reader , desi!reader , nepo baby , fluff. ◜ᯅ◝ ──── 𝓬𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒖𝒎! ✶ requests are open!

───── playing sajda by rahat fateh ali khan, and richa sharma

╰– in which, lando norris swears he's too tough for sappy movies

curtains were drawn as the darkness finally stopped gathering. as the sound of microwave went off lando took out a bowl. pouring the bag of salted popcorn in it. making sure to keep it away from the small batch of caramel popcorn he made for her. ("darling you won't even finish it!" lando had argued. but just as always he still made her a small batch).

he walked into the living room. pink and orange fuzzy blankets thrown around—he would still end up stealing his way into her pink blanket. even though it was him who insisted on having orange blankets. "it looks ugly!" she retorted when they had their third movie night. hence the rule of separate blankets was introduced—not without him letting out a scandalous gasp.

and there she was, sitting on the couch in the middle of it all. his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. wearing his ln4 branded merch, going through her phone—probably something with her manager—so cozy, so at home. what struck him was the box of tissues. "love look at me." he said gently, setting down the two bowls and holding her chin to turn her face to him. his eyes scanned every part of her face. "you're not wearing makeup right?" he asked. "yeah i took it off before shower." she answered.

"then what's the tissues for?" he asked again, leaning down to place a kiss on her temple. "oh we're gonna watch a sad movie!" she chirped. lando couldn't help but let out a fond chuckle at her excitement. so akain to a child.

"so they are for you?" he teased. "please." she rolled her eyes in her trademark dramatic flair. "it's for both of us." she said as she took the remote, opening her amazon prime account. "sure darling sure." lando scoffed. "hey don't act so tough you cried at sheershah." she narrowed her eyes at him. "cried is a strong word! i just teared up because i wasn't expecting that ending. besides i didn't cry at dead poets society." she just rolled her eyes again.

"it's my favorite movie. i mean yeah it's really really amazing with the story, directory, and songs and all. but this was for the first time i was on sets." she explained as she typed in the name of the movie "well not the first time. i don't recall anything from the first time i was on sets because i was so young. it was during the filming of kal ho naa ho. but i remeber everything i did during sets of this film." she added.

"so were you in any of these films?" he asked, guiding her head to his shoulder. "no—" she chuckled "—i honestly just followed karan everywhere." lando smiled, already picturing his young and baby faced girlfriend running around the million dollar sets. no wonder she carries the same child like spark when she speaks about this particular movie. "my darling nepo baby." he thought himself.

"my name is khan and i am not a terrorist." rizwan khan (or shah rukh khan) spoke.

as the song tere naina played he understood why she posted him on that so much in her private account. she was showing him this love in the only language she knew—while he, stupid and oblivious, hadn’t even understood the depth of it. lando kissed her forhead as if saying "not until now baby."

lando swears he stopped crying over sad films since he turned sixteen. but he could feel his throat going dry as mandira and rizwan argued. she yelled about how her son died because of him—because of rizwan. and poor rizwan who was trying his best to understand her.

it was the innocence of him when he asked "mandira fir mein kab vapas aau?" or as the subtitles suggested to him "mandira when do i come back?" lando swallowed the lump in his throat. he looked at his beloved who’d snuggled into his chest, pouting—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, so heartbreakingly fragile it made his chest ache.

she was already sobbing in his arms even before rizwan started his speech. her body shaking with every sob she let out. that wrecked him more than the film ever could. he shifted, pulling her fully into his lap—arms wrapping around her protectively, one hand cupping the back of her head.

"it's okay love.... i've got you." he mumbled. lando couldn't help but remeber how she told him this was her favourite film and how she re-watched it to a point she lost the count. he couldn't help but wonder did she cry even then too? did someone hold her? his stomach churned at the awful, damning possibility of no. now, to him, it just wasn't about the film anymore. his heart was too concerned for the girl crying in his arms over a movie she once watched being made.

"it's just a movie." they would say—and he know it. but how could it be just about the movie when his beloved was crying. it was about her tears, about her feelings. even if it was in the past—his heart ached over the possibility of her crying onto her pillow sobbing all alone. even if it was just over a movie.

he felt his own eyes sting with tears. the tears that fell along with rizwan's tears as mandira hugged him in his hospital bed. he pressed his face into her hair, gripping her tighter as though the act itself could undo time. his lips moved against her temple like a vow.

"you cruel cruel girl. you made me cry." he muttered in her hair as the credits rolled. "i told you it was gonna be a sad movie." she chuckled wiping her tears. "you didn't warn me enough!" he argued, still blinking thru his tears.

the caramel popcorn bowl was still half full. fuzzy orange blanket abandoned on the other end of the couch.

[darldelight]

𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒

𝝑𓏲 lando norris ⸝⸝⠀ she!reader , desi!reader , nepo baby , fluff. ◜ᯅ◝ ──── 𝓬𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒖𝒎! ✶ requests are open!

───── playing a comme amour by richard clayderman

╰– in which, lando norris—the cynic about love at first sight falls in love at first sight.

"never have i ever crashed into a car?" karan read from his cards to the two actors sitting infront of him on the couch. or as he affectionately like to call it— "manifestation couch." "did you—?" she looked to her right—to her fellow co-actor, panicked.

"did you tell him?" she asked. vedang couldn’t help but chuckle. he immediately put his hand on his mouth when she glared at him—the cheeky smile hidden behind his palms. "wait did you actually?" bewildered, karan asked. she smiled, guilty. leaning forward to take shot (they were playing the game of never have i ever. the two actors were on koffee with karan for promotions). "it was just a teeny tiny scratch!" she proclaimed. “it was not tiny!" vedang interjected. “you rammed straight into his headlights.” he revealed.

"you did what?" karan’s eyes widened. he had no idea of this—of his beloved goddaughter crashing cars. "nobody died." she clarified, raising a finger. "look the streets in monaco are tight and i barely get time to get my cars out there because i’m busy filming throughout the year. so it was just a teeny tiny accident." she defended herself. vedang had already fished the photo of the alleged "tiny" accident. he passed his phone to karan—stifling a laugh.

"this is tiny?" karan asked. she had rammed straight into his headlights. the accident was anything but tiny. "nobody died or got hurt! and that’s the bar of tiny accident." she chuckled nervously. oh she’s so so so aware that her boyfriend is gonna tease her over this clip so much.

lando chuckled as he saw the clip from his home. she had texted him earlier. asking him to wait for her because her flight had landed in nice, france. he couldn’t resist writing a cheeky comment "can confirm that it was a teeny tiny accident 😉 all good now!" the sole comment soon sending the media into fenzy. because a bollywood nepo baby and a british formula one driver? a pairing that could only be possible in parallel universe.

"hi baby." lando—despite his fast reflexes ("i swear those reflexes are like a cat!" she once told him)—didn’t have enough time to move before she melted into his arms. "hello sweet girl." he wrapped his arms around her waist. adjusting them so she was laying against him comfortably—arms a tangled mess, the only things he was aware of was her soft breathe against his collarbone and her head that was tucked carefully against his jaw.

"teeny tiny accident huh?" he teased, carding a hand through her hairs. "it was a teeny tiny accident! nobody died or got hurt." she shot back. "darling i had to call the insurane company." he chuckled. "mhmm whatever. you’re warm." she snuggled into him before falling asleep within minutes.

lando patted her head. he still remebers the day he met her so vividly.

"mate there’s no such thing as love at first sight." he took his one hand off the steering wheel. hands moving in air as he spoke to express his frustration. ethan was so sure he feel in love at first sight with someone. "love at first sight doesn’t exi—" and BAM! a jolt rocked through his porsche carrera GT. he slammed on the brakes. lando’s whole body tensed instinctively, hands tightening on the steering wheel. what the hell?! heart shooting up his throat as he quickly unbuckled. "what the fuck—" he muttered, throwing the door open and stepping out. his heart was already hammering—bloody hell, this was all I needed today.

he stormed around the front of the car—eyes instantly finding the damage. headlight smashed, side panel dented. he ran a hand through his curls in pure frustration. the damage wasn’t catastrophic, but it was definitely more than a tiny accident. his headlight was smashed, the side panel dented.

lando turned around, fully expecting to face some distracted tourist who couldn’t drive properly in monaco’s tight streets.but what he didn’t expect was to completely forget every ounce of irritation he’d felt.

and then—he heard it.

a voice. soft, panicked, tumbling over itself—"i’m so sorry—i didn’t mean to—oh my god—i’m so so sorry—" she looked visibly embarrassed. lando turned to the driver, frustrated. "—st." he exhaled.

suddenly all his frustration—and his ability to hear seemingly—vanished into thin air. his ears barely focused on the string of apologises that left her lips. instead his eyes were darting all around her face. trying to find which part of her pretty face he wants to set his eyes on most (it was impossible to figure out.).

there she was. mid-step out of the driver’s side of her car. her eyes were wide and glassy with nerves. his ears were ringing. his blood, moments ago hot with annoyance, felt like it had frozen mid-stream. she looked like—

fuck.

she looked like the single most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life. he watched her step closer, biting her lip—voice still rushing out. "i’ll pay for the damages—i promise—i just—i’m so sorry—" she looked up at him—really looked up—and her eyes met his. that was it. that was the moment.

the rest of the world blurred out completely—his brain stopped trying to process anything except the fact that her gaze was the softest thing he’d ever seen. how the fuck do you even speak when someone looks at you like that?

lando swallowed, hard—heartbeat thudding out of rhythm. he was supposed to be livid. but instead all he could do was stare like an idiot—trying to memorize every little detail of her flustered expression.

"uhh i’ll pay for the damages." she said sheepishly. "yeah just give me your number." he held out his phone. "so that i can contact you about it." he added she reached for his phone, her fingers still trembling slightly. he watched—too closely.the tiny crease between her brows as she typed. the quick glance up through her lashes to check he was okay. the sheepish smile as she handed it back. and that was it. that was the exact moment lando norris—literal cynic about love at first sight two minutes ago—knew his life was about to change.

"i’m really sorry." she said again, voice small. lando just exhaled. "no worries." he managed to say—barely. his hands were clammy. his pulse was racing. as she got back into her car and pulled away, he stood rooted to the spot—watching the taillights fade into the street. in his emotions he barely registered that the girl didn’t even recognize him.

ethan looked at him sideways when he finally got into his car—still dumbfounded tho. "mate. you good?" lando just sat there, dazed, one hand running through his hair. "…i think i just saw an angel." he said quietly. lando exhaled, leaning back in his seat.

but that story steered in a different direction. one meet up turned into two. one date turned into three. and now here they were. in his flat, cuddling after she came back from wrapping her flim shoot in locations across india.

lando leaned down to place a gentle kiss against her temple. "i’ll always be grateful that you rammed into my car." he muttered against her hair ("sorry teeny tiny accident babe." he rolled his mentally.)

[darldelight]

𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒

✶ ㅤ ❛ ONE ❜

𝑜𝑓 · ⠀⦂ lando norris (4) ── ｡｡ ⠀ ♡ ◞

001. Some roads are meant to crash

002. My broken heart is stiched with your breathes

✶ ㅤ ❛ TWO ❜

𝑜𝑓 · ⠀⦂ oscar piastri (81) ── ｡｡ ⠀ ♡ ◞

✶ ㅤ ❛ THREE ❜

𝑜𝑓 · ⠀⦂ max verstappen (1) ── ｡｡ ⠀ ♡ ◞

✶ ㅤ ❛ FOUR ❜

𝑜𝑓 · ⠀⦂ ollie bearman (87) ── ｡｡ ⠀ ♡ ◞

✶ ㅤ ❛ FIVE ❜

𝑜𝑓 · ⠀⦂ kimi antonelli (12) ── ｡｡ ⠀ ♡ ◞

[darldelight]

TERMS&CONDITIONS

⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 ⠀ᰋ

ONE. everyone is welcome here! whether you’re new to formula 1 or have been obsessed for years, this blog is a space to geek out, share hype, and just have fun together. i want it to feel inclusive, welcoming, and drama-free. so come as you are, bring your energy, and let’s celebrate the drivers and the sport with respect and good vibes all around.

TWO. this blog focuses solely on the current mclaren drivers and max verstappen. i mainly write for lando and oscar and max. sometimes the rookies too—however only kimi, ollie, & isack. while i do respect other drivers and their racecraft it’s just not for my cup of tea to write for them.

THREE. respect and kindness are absolutely non-negotiable. there’s already so much hate around, so any form of hate, racism, or negativity—especially aimed at other drivers—is not welcome here. we all have our favorites, but throwing shade or criticizing others is a hard no. anyone caught spreading hate will be blocked immediately because this space is for celebration, not drama.

FOUR. requests are open! i love getting prompts and ideas, but please understand there are boundaries. i won’t write anything that feels weird, extreme, or crosses certain lines—like pregnant reader content or anything that makes me uncomfortable. if you’re unsure, just ask first! my goal is to keep things fun and enjoyable for everyone involved.

FIVE. i do not write smut. i am not comfortable with writing smut so if you’re here looking for spicy or nsfw, this isn’t the place. let’s keep the vibes light, respectful, and focused on the love for racing and the drivers themselves