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when an angel returns

What happens when the line between winning the championship and risking your life becomes blurred?

pairing : lando norris x redbull driver!fem!reader

warnings : main character death (reader), a crash, angst, panic attack, mentions of blood, profanity, brief mention of a coma (lando), no happy ending.

wc : 5.22k

inspired by : Let Down by Radiohead & this tiktok

It was harder than usual to ignore the blistering heat grappling up from beneath your palms. Your sweat felt almost too comparable to liquid lava as it dripped down from your heated navel, enabling your fireproofs to sit snug against your bare torso.

Your chest burned with the air that your lungs refused to breathe— your heart beating in tune with the small, barely noticeable, bumps along turn three of the Yas Marina circuit. 

It would've been an understatement to say that you were tense. Your jaw was nothing if not locked in place, matching your eyebrows furrowed tight beneath your slightly fogged visor. 

"Zero point six gap to Norris. He’s within the DRS zone, fight with everything for your position. This is the last lap." Even though your radio stayed silent in response, you were anything but. Small, barely audible, sounds left your lips on their own accord. Absentminded profanity sang from beneath your balaclava before being soothed over by an equally loud prayer. 

This wasn’t only a race for victory, no— it was much, much, more. It was a race for legacy, a championship that could potentially signify something that you’ve worked your entire life for. 

It was your chance to be the first woman to win the WDC, and you’d be damned to let anyone take it away from you. Even if it was at the stake of the love of your life losing.

But this was also his moment, his time to prove to everyone that he deserved his seat. That he deserved to win. The only thought racing through his head was that he needed to pass you, to make a point to everyone watching- everyone including himself.

This win was detrimental in a way that had the ability to take everything from either one of you. The media had spat venom disguised as hope, they said that the loss of this win could cost either one of you your entire career. 

And now that the two of you were point to point and wheel to wheel, you both refused to give up. 

Your lips stilled the exact moment you clocked Lando’s DRS opening from your mirrors. You’d known that this sport didn’t slow down for anything, but at this moment, you wished it would. 

Your fingers worked faster than your head— a harsh few fingers pressing against the backside of your wheel as you switched out from gear three, having used it a few seconds ago at turn seven, to gear up to a four. 

Lando’s front wing was inches away from your rears, but it was quickly becoming clear that even with his DRS enabled, it wouldn’t be enough to overtake you on the next turn. 

Your soft tires were fresher than his warn mediums, with you having a two-stop pit after a safety car on the forty-fifth lap—  one that lasted for five laps, before resuming on the fiftieth, with you landing p10 after the race resumed back to normal. Though it was a risky call, it was clearly the right one. 

Even with most of your attention on Lando, you were quick to gear down to gear two, your foot pressing harder against the accelerator to turn onto turn nine’s sweeping banked curve effortlessly. The turn left Lando even closer than before— your wheels now side to side rather than front to back. 

Both you and your long-term boyfriend accelerated up in gears after you managed to keep him behind you. You went for gear five rather than seven, which Lando was quick to select. 

As much speed that gear seven gave Lando, it wasn’t ideal considering the distance between his car and your own— especially considering the slightly damp track from the rain that came down hard for the first twenty-five laps. 

Lando tried to overtake you once again, his confidence higher than before due to his influx of speed. However, Lando was a second too short to note his tire's grip, or rather, its lack of grip. 

The McLaren’s front tires were almost too close to the Red Bulls, the air electrifying in a wave of smoke between the two competitors. 

You saw the impact before it happened, your frantic hands turning your wheel as fast as you could, but it was inevitable.

Time seemed to slow the second Lando accidentally understeered on his attempted overtake— his tire making contact with yours within seconds. 

The impact was powerful. It was a sickening mixture of grinding metal and burnt rubber— a combination of puffed smoke and leaked gas that changed the trajectory of the race within seconds.

Your car lifted from the track, the underside of it sliding across Lando’s halo before your tires clipped once again— and then you were airborne. 

Your body was tossed from left to right as your car spiralled in the air. You didn’t make a sound whilst in the air, your hyperventilated breaths coming out loud enough to echo in your ears. 

You barely had a second to brace before your car hit the ground head-on, your stomach dropping as your halo sparked against the track. But then it happened again. 

Your blurred eyes saw nothing but everything at once. It didn’t see the way your car crunched under the impact, nor the way your halo flew off after the third spin, but you saw the sky. 

You saw the buildings that almost disguised themselves as stars, their colours coming together in a bright array of flashing lights. Then you saw the moon, the reflected light glistening along your irises and mixing into the void of your pupils. 

You didn’t know it then, but at that moment, the moon had chosen you. It mirrored your pupils, full and clear. Perhaps the lights were your own stars, as they too shone beautifully across your eyes. 

And just like the moon, you too had to rise before going down. 

The sweat from earlier now felt cool, the change of temperature soothing the burning sensations crawling, no— bubbling, across your skin. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it. 

The car spun one last time, your head slamming once more against the barriers before you unlimitedly landed sandwiched between it and the surrounding fence.

You were blinking in and out of consciousness since the last hit against your head. You tried to move your arms but were unable to due to the numbness that crawled along them. 

You couldn’t tell if you felt nothing, or felt too much. You felt like you were burning from head to toe, throbbing in places you haven’t even considered. You were too out of it to panic— too tired to pick up on anything other than the moon shining down on you. 

Your eyes closed on their own accord and your head lolled to the side at the same time a loud boom echoed from your car. A lick of fire ravaging the sides of your car, the broken metal mending at its will. 

But even though you were no longer aware of what was happening, it didn’t mean everyone else wasn’t. 

If the deafening silence in the paddock meant anything, everyone was aware. And for the first time in what feels like years, the paddock was completely silent- excluding the few panicked racing engineers in their assigned driver's ears. It seemed that everyone’s eyes were drawn toward the kaleidoscope of red, blue, and papaya. 

It wouldn’t take a genius to realize that the crash was bad— possibly the worst in years. Everyone’s fears were confirmed after the cameras went black, televisions around the world being forced into a loading screen— for those who were watching your onboard view.

Your racing engineer since Formula Four, Santiago, was blubbering in a panic. He was raised from his chair, one that he was quick to kick out after he jumped to his feet at the first spin, his lower stomach pressed against the table in front of him. 

“Yn? Can you hear me?” He shot question after question, each new one coming out faster than the last. His voice broke with every second word, his ears ringing from the silence coming from your end.

His fear was evident from the way he struggled to stand still, his entire body practically vibrating on the spot. He barely managed to catch Christian Horner's worried eyes before shaking his head once, letting him know that he wasn’t getting a response.

“Fuck-” Santiago carelessly swore on the radio, his hot tears racing down his reddened cheeks. “Please, kid. Tell me you’re alright, give me anything. You don’t even have to talk, just press the button, please-” His pleas were once again met with silence, forcing him to talk to himself. 

He barely registered a hand pressing against his back before someone else started talking through the team strategist’s radio, the voice unmistakenly familiar. 

His head snapped to the side, his headphones sliding off, only to be met with Max Verstappen’s sullen face, his mouth moving— saying something to you that Santiago couldn’t hear anymore. He knew how much the older man meant to you, and how close the two of you were. 

If Santiago was like your grid-father, then Max was like your grid-brother. He was quick to take you under his wing from your first race, and he hasn’t let you go since. He was just as attached to you as you were to him, having spent many hours together flying around the world whilst simultaneously looking through your data.

He saw himself in you and gave a piece of you to someone who he’d helped bring into the world. His daughter’s middle name was your first, her small fist curling around one of your fingers as you sobbed into Max’s shoulder at her birth. 

Back then, Max thought the three of you had forever to spend together. He hadn’t rushed any meetings between the two of you, even though you were already at his shared house with Kelly almost every few days. But now, hearing nothing but the silence speaking back to him, Max wishes he had. 

His daughter would carry your name as a legacy, but she’d hold no memories. You would be a ghost following them their entire lives, your presence missing in every small, or big, moment. 

But right now, none of that mattered. Nothing would until he pulled a response from you. His glove-cladded hand trembled as he absentmindedly fiddled with his overalls collar, his bottom teeth rattling with anxiety as your silence bored on.

But when he opened his mouth to question you again, he was stopped by his own engineer pressing a solid hand against his shoulder. Max’s eyes snapped over towards the man standing still beside him, his eyes searching the other man’s for some sort of positive emotion. Instead, he was greeted with a red-cheeked frown and glazed eyes, a sight that would permanently engrave itself into his mind. 

“The marshals existigusted the fire and got her out-” Max’s head was spinning, the last few words repeating through his mind like a broken record. Got her out, they got her out, she will be okay. 

But before Max had a chance to grow hopeful, it all came crashing down with the following statement. “But Max, it’s not looking good. She wasn’t moving when they pulled her out—” 

Max swayed in spot, his eyes fluttering behind his heavy eyelids as the light suddenly got brighter in the center of his vision— the swarming blacks closing in around the edges. The only thing Max could feel before welcoming the numbness was the rapid beating of his heart, his chest burning with each pump. 

—

A creeping force of exhaustion, which was quickly followed by an equally as powerful wave of pain, rushed through Lando’s entire body the second his eyes started blinking open. 

A small moan of pain left his cracked lips when his hand twitched by his side, his fingers clenching into a fist as he tried to gain control of his body. 

Everything from his head to his toes throbbed. His chest heaved upon itself as he gently twisted his neck in a small gesture, attempting to twist around in discomfort.

His eyes were slower to open, his tiredness still pressing down heavily against him. But when he finally got his eyes to open, he will forever wish he never had. 

The first thing he saw was his mom who was sitting on a chair beside his bed, both her pale hands holding one of his in a tight grip. Her head was pressed down against their entwined fingers, her cheek damp against him as gentle breaths left her sleeping form. 

For a minute, he slightly smiled at the sight. It’s been a while since he’d seen his mom in person due to the triple header and short in between getaways with you. 

His smile brightened at the thought of you, and his eyes were already searching the room for your presence before he could reminisce any further. But after seeing that the room was empty sole for himself and his mom, his eyebrows furrowed. 

It wasn’t often that you were away from him, the two of you usually attached at the hip whenever you weren’t forced into your own garages pre-race. Which is why it was confusing for him to see no trace of your presence in his private room, there wasn’t even a sight of your lucky blanket that you’d brought everywhere with you— the one he’d bought with his first paycheck. 

Before Lando could ponder more, the door swung open. At first, Lando thought you’d be the one walking through the door, but upon seeing your teammate, Max Verstappen, a confused frown graced his lips.

“Max? Where’s Y/n?” Max’s head snapped towards Lando, who was cringing at the dryness of his voice, in record time. Lando’s heart dropped at the sight of the man standing before him. Max, who was usually fairly composed, looked like a man whose world crashed down around him. His eyes were bloodshot, but his mouth was what threw Lando’s mind for a spin. 

His lips were pulled up in a heartbreaking scowl, the lines around his mouth appearing more shadowed than ever upon the hospital's harsh lighting. 

Even though Lando’s entire body was sore, the sight forced him into a straighter stance. His back cracked in protest as he pulled himself into a sitting position, a small wince showing on his face when he put too much weight onto his free hand when pushing himself up. 

Max stood still at the door, his back taut as he stared into Lando’s eyes with a look the other man couldn’t decipher. Max’s silence continued as Lando adjusted his bed as best as he could with one free hand and a few casts sprawled across his body.

“You killed her.” Lando’s entire body froze at Max’s statement. His heart fell in his chest and his mouth dried even further within seconds. He blinked his widened eyes at the angered man standing across the room from him. Lando’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to force himself to speak, his words begging to leave his mouth but refusing to speak. 

“W-what? Killed who?” Max’s face crumbled the slightest amount at the genuine fear and confusion radiating from the tattered man on the bed. His hands shook by his side, which Lando also seemed to notice. 

“Killed who, Max?” Lando was growing more and more anxious as the man stayed silent, his lips curling into his mouth as the shakiness spread from his fingers to his knees. 

Lando was growing more irritated by the second. He tried to rake his mind for any indication of what Max could possibly be talking about, but he came up blank every attempt. The only thing he could remember was laying in bed with you this morning, your bare legs tangled together in the mess of sheets and morning light. 

He could still smell your body wash that he stole from you last night, his mind racing with the memories from bed last night when your bodies bent together in a pile of mango-scented soap and quieted giggles as you begged him to laugh quieter. 

He couldn’t remember why he was here, or where you were. And the lack of your presence seemed to heighten his emotions. Lando ignored his hands protest as he leaned his weight against it once again, his body tilting to the side in an attempt to look behind Max and into the hallway, to see if he could see you standing behind him.

Max’s heart stuttered in his chest when he noticed that Lando was looking for you, his eyes watering once again. “Lando-” The boy in question interrupted Max before he could finish his sentence, his voice coming out panicked. 

“Where’s my Y/n? Why isn’t she here? Is she stuck in traffic, or?” 

“Lando, what do you remember?” Max tried to steer the conversation to another topic knowing that if Lando kept asking the same questions, he’d break down again. 

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed, his top lip pulling up in a confused expression, “what do you mean? I remember everything?” Lando finally looked back at Max after he didn’t respond to his question, his eyes finally leaving the door. 

“I don’t think you do-” Lando clocked the choke of Max’s voice mid-sentence and paused once again, his hand becoming clammy in his still-sleeping mom's hand. “Max, what are you talking about?”

“Mate, you’ve been in a coma for eight days.” 

Lando shot up, his hand slipping from his mom's hand before it slapped over his mouth in horror. His eyes were wide when he stared into Max’s, his heart racing. “Did I miss the race?” 

Lando’s voice shook with the amount of adrenaline that shot through his body at the reminder of the race, his thoughts spinning from different scenarios of what could’ve possibly landed him here. 

But then you entered his mind again, and he blanched. If he missed the race then that means you won. You either won the race or spun out at some point. Even though the two of you were tied in points, you had more p1 finishes. Your season was overall better, which would have granted you the win if by chance you also weren’t able to finish the race. 

Lando wasn’t sure how he felt at the thought of losing. Sure, you were his girlfriend— one who he’s been with since the both of you were kids. But this wasn’t as simple as a single loss, it was more. 

“Did she win?”

Max’s face fell even more at the question, his resolve crumbling just as face as it first appeared. His lip quivered between his teeth, his eyes burning as his tears forced their way out. Max couldn’t get himself to verbally respond, and so he just nodded once— then once more as if he needed to solidify it for the both of them. 

Lando rested back down against his bed with a puff of air. He could feel his heart breaking, but he could also feel the warmth of your success blooming in his chest. He allowed himself to feel sad for a few more seconds before a small smile peaked upon him. She did it, just like he knew she would. 

“So where is she? She’s too good to come to see the losers, or what?” Lando tried joking with Max to lighten the mood. His voice came out a little too loud than respectful for the woman sleeping beside his bed. But he didn’t seem to notice, not when he was too busy basking in your win. 

Lando’s smile fell the smallest bit at the silence that followed, his head lifting back up to face towards the third-place champion. His eyes widened even more at the sight of Max crouched against the wall with his head in his hands. 

Lando didn’t know what to think whilst watching the older man’s shoulders shake with each heavy sob that left his mouth. The negative thoughts crept in through a small part of his mind, the darkened tentacles wrapping around his brain as they tried to pull him down into the depths of his thoughts. 

Images began flashing through his mind, colours that clashed together and formed an image of your car flipping over his. He tried shaking the thought away, cursing at his mind for putting such an image in his head. That didn’t happen, there’s no way it did. It must’ve been a fevered image, something that his brain tried forcing him to make-believe. 

“Is Yn okay?” Lando’s voice barely came out louder than a whisper, but still loud enough for Max to hear. Lando felt like a cold bucket of water was dumped over him when Max’s muffled cries only grew louder at the question.

Lando’s ECG machine’s beeps only grew more frequent the longer Max stayed silent. “Max? Is she okay?” He was fully panicking now, his body already moving from his bed with silent protests as Lando reached down into a bag that he found beside on a random chair by his bed. 

Lando didn’t care for anything attached to him, mindlessly ripping them out as he clumsily tumbled around as he pulled on a pair of jogging pants that he’d taken from the bag. 

Max barely looked up at the man in front of him before another person came barreling into the room. His dad. 

All it took was one look at the expression on his dad's face for Lando to realize what happened. His weak body stumbled between the bed and the wall beside him as he forced himself to walk towards his dad, tears streaming down his face as he broke down in front of everyone.

“Lando-” 

Lando barely noticed his now awake mom reaching over the bed, her hands missing his arm by a few inches. Lando finally reached his dad who was standing between him and Max, his father's hands coming down to rest against him. 

His father’s eyes never left his son's face as he watched him break down into himself, his face red and blotchy. His heart sank even more at the sight of his heartbroken son. “Lando, you need to calm down”

Lando flinched back from his dad, a mean look replacing his heartbroken one for a moment. “Don’t tell me to calm down, just tell me where she is!” Lando wasn’t sure if he was yelling at his father or not, not when he could barely hear over the deafening sounds of the crash that were paired with the memories that came rolling into his mind. 

“She’s dead, Lando.” Everyone in the room’s head snapped towards Max’s devastated one. His eyes were closed with his head rolled back against the wall, his hands still pressing against the sides of his head as if his palms could keep the sounds out of his mind. 

“She died on contact, she wasn’t even given a chance to fight.” Lando’s body moved before his mind did, his feet bringing him past his father and out of the room. He couldn’t think, he just ran. 

Lando barely noticed Santiago walking down the hall, his hands carrying a tray of warm coffees. He barely noticed his teammate, Oscar Piastri, trailing behind the older man with his hands in his pockets. He didn’t notice anything. 

“Lando?” Oscar’s voice barely reached Lando’s ears when he passed them, his entire body shutting down on itself. The only thing he could hear was your voice calling out to him from somewhere too far, from somewhere he couldn’t reach. 

The only thing he needed right now was you, but that wasn’t possible. And so he left everyone else, running away in an attempt to find a place where he could be by himself— where he could lose himself in his thoughts without anyone intervening. He wanted to cry, to feel the pain, he wanted to suffer. He didn’t deserve for them to help him, not when he did this to himself— to you. 

He didn’t care that he didn’t have shoes on when he pushed the emergency door open, didn’t care when his feet scraped against the ground as he carried himself into the hospital's back garden. 

He felt out of body when he lay against the soil, his chest rapidly rising and falling. The ground was damp where he laid out, the wet grass entwining through his hair in a cool hug. 

His arms were wrapped around himself— overlapping at his chest with his fingers digging into his shoulder. The cast on his leg was ignored, as was the one on his waist, and arm.

His eyes were staring up at the dark sky, the tears spilling down and mixing with the raindrops. If you were the moon, then he was the clouds. They cried with him, the entire sky mourning and sharing his pain.

The sky was full of clouds, the weather matching his very existence. Sobs left Lando’s mouth as the walls of your future home collapsed around him. The giggles of your future kids faded into background noise as their image faded into nothing more than an image of what once was. 

His life with you suffocated in his lungs, your loss sucking the air out of him. He knew he’d be heartbroken when one of you inevitably gave into time, but he thought he had forever left. He thought he’d still have you. 

And even outside, he was still just as alone as he was when he woke up. Life felt like a cruel joke, the clouds covering the entire sky when he wanted nothing more than to see you. 

Sure, you weren’t actually a star, nor were you the moon, but you were his. You’d once told him that when you died you’d become a star, a line you’d stolen from some cheesy movie that the two of you watched after a particularly difficult race for the two of you.

You said that all he had to do was look up, and he’d see you again. But you lied, or maybe you were just punishing him. But still, he needed to talk to you— to apologize and plead for you to come back. 

He shakily raised onto his knees, his hands staying in their position as he rose to his feet. He walked towards a specific flower that was sprouted beautifully amongst the withered ones beside it. One of his hand’s fingers untangled from his chest to graze one of his fingers gently against the petals with the utmost delicacy, the water from the rain collecting on his fingertips. 

“You won,” Lando spoke to you through the flower, his voice barely louder than a whisper, his voice trapped in the chambers of his throat. “I mean, of course, you did. We all knew you would, even though I still hoped for a chance…” His other hand twitched uncontrollably against his shoulder, his casted arm getting undoubtedly more irritated by the second. 

But none of that mattered, nothing did. Not since he found out he lost you for good, and he wasn’t sure if anything ever would anymore. His throat itched as the burning behind his eyes grew hotter, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to keep his tears at bay. He didn’t want you to see him cry, not when this might’ve been his last chance for you to forgive him. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry.” His knees hit the grass before he had time to catch himself, not that he would’ve tried to. His voice broke as he pleaded with your ghost, begging for forgiveness. His hand left the flower to wrap back around himself, his body needing the extra warmth.

Naively, he thought that if he begged enough, wished upon every lucky number, the world would bring you back. That he could go back in time, to Abu Dhabi, to stop himself from ever getting into the car. From killing you.

Lando’s eyes, which closed without him realizing, opened after a particularly harsh cough— his hand moving down to rest against his chest as it caved into itself. But instead of seeing his familiar scratched hand, he saw a pool of blood.

His eyes widened in fear as his eyes deceived him, torturing him to see something that wasn’t there. He knew he wasn’t seeing his own blood, but yours. Frantic breaths left his lips as his body gave up once again— his lungs refusing to inhale enough air to get let out. “N-no, p-please! M’sorry, i-i didn’t mean to—“ He was spiralling through bated air. His bloodied hand reached up to claw at his neck, his eyes forced closed due to the amount of tears leaking from his eyes. 

His lips were salty as they trembled against each other, mouthing each repetitive plea. But nothing changed, you were still gone. His panicking was getting worse by the second, his knees aching due to the bruises surrounding them. 

He surrendered to the ground beneath him, his back meeting the hug he’d earlier departed from. Warm air suddenly caressed his cheek in a fluttering goodbye, a fallen leaf following the current and landing on his cheek. 

His eyes opened as he tried to blink away the pain in his eyes, but his entire body melted at the sight above him. 

In the clouds, there was a small opening. A pocket of sky. And in the pocket, there was a singular star, one brighter than any he’d ever seen before. It was you, it had to be— you promised. You promised. “I love you so much, please come back to me.” His voice broke between every world, but he’d never lie to you. 

He loved you so much that when the clouds covered the star once again, he continued lying there, hoping you’d feel bad enough to come back to him and force him back inside. But you didn’t come, you couldn’t. And even if you wanted to, it wasn’t possible. And there was no one to blame but himself.

Instead, he was forced up by two rough hands pulling his soaked body up and into a tight hug. A jacket was wrapped around his body, his head lolling into the neck of whoever was holding him. 

“You can’t do this to yourself, Lando.” The voice was undoubtedly Oscar’s, the gentle tone as soft as always. “She wouldn’t want you to be like this.”

Lando didn’t answer but instead wrapped his hands tighter around himself. “Your parents are worried, come back inside with me.” It was more of a statement than a question.

But Lando, once again didn’t respond, but he allowed the younger man to pull him up. He didn’t talk the entire way back into the hospital and barely reacted to anything anyone said. 

The only sign that he was conscious was the small look back to the garden, the flower that was sprouted earlier now appearing just as dead as the others. 

A small smile kissed his lips, even when you were gone you were still looking out for him. And for now, he’ll do the same. Now that his angel has returned, he’ll have to hold onto your memory forever.

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migraine | lando norris

synopsis: in which he helps you with your migraines

a/n: based on this request!

pairing: lando norris x fiancée!reader

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The pounding started just behind your eyes, a dull ache that soon sharpened into something unbearable.

You had felt it creeping in all day, that familiar pressure in your skull, but you had hoped it wouldn’t escalate. You should have known better.

By the time the lights in the paddock seemed too bright and the sounds around you turned into an unbearable cacophony, you knew you were in trouble.

The migraine had fully set in, and it was only getting worse.

You had been waiting in Lando’s driver room, sitting on the couch with your head buried in your hands, trying to will the pain away when the door opened.

“Hey, love” Lando greeted you, his usual cheerful voice filling the space. But the moment he laid eyes on you, his tone softened. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t even lift your head, you couldn't bear to do it.

“Migraine,” you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Lando was at your side instantly, crouching in front of you, hands gently resting on your knees.

“Shit, I didn’t know it was this bad” he said, his voice laced with concern.

You managed to crack your eyes open, just enough to see the worried furrow of his brows.

“Didn’t want to bother you. You had meetings.”

Lando huffed, clearly unimpressed with your reasoning.

“Meetings don’t matter when you’re in pain.”

The next few minutes were a blur of movement as Lando went into full caretaker mode. He dimmed the lights in the room, grabbed a cold compress, and gently coaxed you into lying down.

“Just try to rest,” he murmured, settling beside you, his hand running soothingly up and down your arm.

You tried to respond, to tell him how much you appreciated him, but the exhaustion from the pain was already pulling you under.

The last thing you felt before sleep claimed you was the gentle press of Lando’s lips against your temple, his voice a soft promise in the dim room.

“I’ve got you.”

♡♡♡♡♡

When you woke up, the room was still dim, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner.

Lando was still next to you, scrolling through his phone with one hand while the other traced absentminded patterns on your arm.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked the moment he saw you stir.

“A little better, but my head still hurts” you admitted, your voice hoarse from sleep.

Lando frowned. “Do you need anything? Water? More medicine?”

You shook your head lightly, but even that movement sent a fresh wave of pain through your skull. You let out a small whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

Lando was quick to react. “Alright, no moving. Just stay still” he soothed, his fingers moving to massage slow circles at your temples. “Breathe, baby.”

You exhaled shakily, focusing on his touch. The rhythmic motion of his fingers was comforting, grounding you against the relentless pounding in your head.

“Do you get these often?” he asked after a few minutes, his voice quiet as if he was afraid of making the pain worse.

“Sometimes” you admitted. “Stress makes them worse.”

Lando frowned at that. “What’s been stressing you out?”

You hesitated, knowing that he could take what you're about to say the wrong way.

“Just… everything. Traveling, your races, keeping up with everything while making sure I don’t get in your way” you admitted.

Lando’s hands stilled for a moment before he sighed.

“You could never be in my way. You know that, right? I wouldn't have dragged you with me if I had known it's not good for you" he said, his voice soft and a little concerned.

“I know” you said softly. “But sometimes it feels like I should be doing more to support you”

Lando leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss against your forehead.

“The only thing you should be doing right now is resting. And from now on, we’re finding ways to help with these migraines, okay? I don’t want you to just suffer through them”

You nodded slightly, feeling a little lighter despite the pain.

“Okay” you said, giving him a small smile.

Lando grinned, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“Good. Now, let’s get you comfortable, and I’ll tell you all about how I embarrassed myself in today’s strategy meeting”

You chuckled weakly, already knowing Lando was going to make you laugh despite the pain.

And for the first time in a long time, your migraine didn’t feel so unbearable.

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The next day, you were still struggling. The migraine had dulled but not disappeared completely, leaving behind a throbbing reminder of its presence.

Lando, however, had taken it upon himself to ensure you took it easy. The moment you tried to leave the room, he was there, gently guiding you back to the couch.

“You’re not moving” he insisted, plopping down beside you with a determined expression. “Doctor’s orders”

“You’re not a doctor” you pointed out, though there was no real bite in your voice.

Lando smirked, unbothered by your comment.

“No, but I’m an F1 driver, and I know a thing or two about taking care of someone who’s not feeling their best”

You sighed, knowing there was no arguing with him. Instead, you let yourself lean into his side, seeking the warmth he offered.

“What if this ruins your race?” you murmured after a moment, the thought suddenly hitting you. “You didn’t get proper sleep because of me”

Lando scoffed, like what you had just said was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

“You think a little sleep deprivation is gonna stop me? Please, I’ve driven on less sleep than now”

“That’s not reassuring,” you muttered, but Lando only chuckled, pressing another soft kiss against your temple.

“Listen, I don’t care if I win, lose, or crash into a wall” he said seriously. “I just care that you feel better”

Your heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, you forgot about the pounding in your skull.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but Lando heard it.

His arms tightened around you, his nose nuzzling into your hair.

“I love you too, more than anything.”

And in that moment, despite the pain, you felt safe.

Because no matter what, you knew Lando would always be there, holding you through it all.

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in the paddock

Lando Norris x Y/N

Summary: Lando Norris and Y/N’s playful moments around the paddock never go unnoticed, the quick banter and unexpected distractions, they bring chaos, laughter, and a little extra love to every race weekend.

Words: 4.0k

Warnings: swearing

Ice Cream

It was media day, and Oscar had been assigned to create a short vlog documenting his weekend leading up to the race. He sat in his driver room, holding the camera to his face, giving a tour of his space and casually showing off the contents of his bag. He was making an attempt at being interesting, but the excitement just wasn't there. That is, until he heard muffled voices and laughter coming from the thin walls of the adjacent room.

A mischievous grin spread across his face, and you could practically see a light bulb light up above his head.

“You know what, guys, I might have something more interesting to share with you,” he said, standing up, camera still in hand but now pointing forward, walking towards the door.

He stopped just before it, straining his ears to listen to the voices outside. As soon as he knocked, the noise stopped abruptly, like a record scratch.

With a grin, he slowly opened the door and peeked his head in, the camera capturing a glimpse of Lando's room.

"Mind if I hang here for a bit?" he asked, winking at the camera.

Lando chuckled, looking up from where he was sitting on the couch. "Of course, mate. Woah, you're full-on vlogging now, huh?"

Oscar sighed, dropping the camera on the table across from the couch before plopping down next to Lando. "Media duties. They told me it's your turn next weekend, so don’t be teasing me," he said, shooting Lando a playful look.

Lando raised an eyebrow, glancing to his side. Just out of frame, someone else was sitting next to him. "Wanna join my vlog?" Oscar asked, turning the camera towards them.

A soft voice answered, "Can I?"

Oscar smiled as the camera panned to reveal Y/N, ice cream in hand, waving shyly at the camera. "Of course you can," he said, scooting over to make room on the couch for her.

Lando grinned at her fondly. "Gotta introduce yourself, love."

Y/N laughed nervously, taking a small bite of her ice cream before speaking. "Oh! Hello, I'm Y/N."

Lando smirked playfully, looking at Oscar. "She's my girlfriend."

Y/N’s face flushed a soft pink, and she gave a shy nod, still holding her ice cream cup. "Yeah, that's me," she added with a small smile.

Oscar tilted his head slightly. “Could hear you two all the way from my room.” He raised an eyebrow, setting up the shot like he was getting ready to expose them.

Y/N, her eyes widening at the comment, quickly set her ice cream cup down as if ready to explain herself. “This man right here—”

Lando leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms, and sighed dramatically. “Oh, here we go…”

Y/N crossed her arms, leaning back on the couch, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she looked at Lando, who was now sitting upright with an exaggerated, almost dramatic expression.

"I got here probably an hour or two after you guys did," she started, holding the ice cream cup in her hand for emphasis. "He texts me saying, 'Oh babe, we have ice cream down at hospitality, it's the flavour you like.' It was all a plot so he could eat off of mine, ‘cause John has him on a diet."

Lando immediately shot up in defence. "No! Liar—baby, is it or is it not the flavour that you like?" His eyes were wide, as if he was about to win the argument with this one fact.

"It is, but—" Y/N raised her eyebrows.

Lando quickly interrupted, triumphant. "Exactly! I texted you with the intention of letting you know we had ice cream, you know, because I’m thoughtful like that—"

"—Yes, but did you or did you not immediately grab the cup from me and start eating it?" Y/N leaned forward, smirking at him.

Lando's expression faltered for a moment, then he leaned back with a sheepish grin. "You exaggerate."

Y/N raised a finger, not letting him off the hook. "Lan, you opened the door, said hi, and took the cup from me without even saying 'hello' properly!"

Oscar, who had been sitting quietly next to them, alternating between watching the argument unfold and glancing at the camera with a growing grin, finally spoke up. He shifted the camera slightly to get a better angle of the chaotic scene.

"I deal with this every time she attends a race," Oscar said, his voice full of mock exasperation, his grin widening. "It's like a whole drama series, but with ice cream."

Y/N glanced at Oscar, raising her eyebrows. "Oscar, don't act like you're not entertained by it."

Lando nodded, a smug look on his face. "Exactly. You love the drama."

Oscar just shook his head, chuckling. “Who needs Netflix when I have this to watch?”

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Doting

It was the end of a rainy weekend, and the paddock was winding down. Teams were busy packing up, their trucks being loaded with gear, while the last few fans remained outside in the wet weather, holding out caps and posters, hoping for a last-minute signature from their favourite drivers.

Lando was walking hand-in-hand with Y/N, umbrella in his other hand, holding it above them both. He was visibly exhausted from the race, his shoulders slumped slightly as they walked toward the exit. Y/N, sensing his desire to head back to their hotel, gently tapped his arm and motioned toward the fans still waiting.

“You should go say hello for a bit,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the rain. “They’ve probably been waiting all day.”

Lando glanced over at her, a little reluctant but knowing she was right. He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, alright.”

They made their way toward the barricade, where the fans eagerly held out their items. Lando let go of Y/N’s hand for a moment, reaching out to grab a sharpie from a fan to sign a couple of caps. He was focused, signing with a practiced speed when he noticed something, Y/N was no longer under the umbrella.

She was standing off to the side, smiling and chatting with a few fans on her own, completely unbothered by the heavy rain, her hair starting to curl from the moisture.

Lando’s face immediately shifted from casual focus to concern. “Hold on a sec—” He handed the signed cap back to the fan, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Y/N. “Baby, please, it’s raining. Come here.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she waved him off. “I’m fine!” she called over the noise of the crowd and the rain, her voice warm with affection, though it was clear she didn’t mind the water.

“No, you’re not. It’s pouring, my love,” Lando sighed dramatically, looking at her like she was stubborn beyond belief. With a quick glance at the fans, who seemed content, he jogged back over to her, the sharpie still clutched in his hand.

As he got closer, Y/N raised an eyebrow playfully, “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting you under the umbrella, where you belong,” Lando said with a soft smile, holding the umbrella above her head and taking her hand again. He gently pulled her closer, the water dripping from his jacket, though he didn’t seem to mind.

Y/N laughed, leaning into him as the rain continued to fall. “I told you I’m fine. But thanks, though.”

“You’re stubborn,” Lando teased, a hint of amusement in his voice as he leaned down to kiss her temple. “But I’m not letting you catch a cold after all this.”

One of the fans who’d been watching the interaction smiled brightly and shouted out, “You two are adorable!”

Lando, still holding the umbrella for Y/N, looked up with a grin, giving a quick wave to the fans. “Alright, alright, you’ve seen the cute moment—now, let’s get going before she pulls the ‘I’m fine’ card again.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, squeezing his hand as they made their way toward the car, the rain finally easing up just as they reached the hotel.

The fans, still waiting outside in the drizzle, had a bit more to talk about that night, the sweet little moment between their favourite driver and the person who always seemed to make him smile.

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Stole my girl

It was race day in Australia, and the paddock was buzzing with excitement as the drivers began to make their way in for FP1. Fans crowded near the entrance, eager to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers, and the media was ready to pounce with their questions. As Lando made his way through the throngs of people, he paused to sign a few autographs and answer a couple of questions. But one fan’s inquiry caught his attention.

"Y/N isn’t coming today?" the fan asked, their voice laced with curiosity.

Lando chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, she’s here, alright. And funnily enough, I know exactly who she’s with.”

He wasn’t wrong. As soon as Lando stepped into McLaren hospitality, the sound of a familiar laugh reached his ears, and he couldn’t help but smile. He spotted Y/N sitting with none other than Daniel, chatting animatedly like they hadn’t seen each other in years.

“Glad to see you two are having fun,” Lando said with a smirk, walking over to the pair. He stopped just beside Y/N, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her cheek before sitting down next to her.

“They were looking for you, love,” Lando continued, grinning at Y/N. “I told them I knew exactly who you were with, and I was right.”

Daniel grinned playfully at Lando. “Mate, I haven’t seen her in ages!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and shot Daniel a deadpan look. “We literally visited two months ago, Daniel.”

Daniel shrugged dramatically. “Two months is way too long.” He leaned back in his chair with a smirk, clearly enjoying teasing her.

Y/N chuckled before her eyes lit up with excitement, reaching down beside her to grab her tote bag. “Oh! Look, Lan!” she gasped, pulling out a hoodie and a shirt. She held them up to show him with a grin. “Daniel got me some Enchante merch!”

Lando raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “You barely even wear my merch,” he said, crossing his arms in mock frustration.

Y/N shrugged with a grin. “What can I say? His stuff’s just that good.” She winked at Daniel, who gave a dramatic bow in response.

Lando scoffed, shaking his head. “I swear, you two are plotting against me.” He leaned back, letting out a dramatic sigh. “You are my girlfriend, right?”

Y/N leaned in closer, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Of course, I am,” she teased, “but I’ve got a soft spot for good merch.”

“Just wait until I drop my new line,” Lando said, giving Daniel a sly grin. “Then you’ll see who’s really got the best stuff.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Sure, Lando, sure.” He grinned at Y/N, adding, “Just saying, you've got high standards to live up too now”

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We're not getting a dog

Lando’s mind raced as he walked through the paddock, his eyes scanning every corner for any sign of Y/N. He had checked all the usual spots, asked a handful of people if they'd seen her, but she was nowhere to be found. His phone was practically glued to his hand, and after calling her multiple times with no answer, frustration began to settle in.

"She's here."

The voice came from behind him, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. He turned around to see a woman, unmistakably a Ferrari employee, flashing him a knowing smile.

"I'm sorry?" Lando asked, his tone more confused than anything.

"I assume you're looking for Y/N?" she asked with a teasing glint in her eye. "I saw her walk in with Charles and Alex. She’s inside."

Lando, without hesitation, started following her, eager to find his girlfriend. The woman led him to the other side of Ferrari's hospitality, and sure enough, there she was. Y/N was sitting on the floor with a giant grin on her face, playing with both Leo and Roscoe. The dogs were having the time of their lives as Y/N gently tossed a toy for them to chase, completely unaware of Lando’s arrival.

Charles, who had been standing nearby chatting with Lewis, glanced over at Lando and raised an eyebrow. “Got an AirTag on her or something, mate?” he joked, clearly amused.

Lando sighed, feeling a mix of exhaustion and relief. He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve been trying to call her for an hour. I’ve literally been walking around like a madman trying to find her.”

Y/N finally looked up at the sound of Lando’s voice, her expression softening as she met his gaze. She flashed him a pout and held up one of the dogs in her arms. “We need one.”

Lando crouched down beside her, reaching out to pet Roscoe, who was sitting loyally by her side. “Need what, my love?” he asked, his voice full of affection.

“A dog,” Y/N sighed, her eyes following Leo as he zoomed around the area, chasing after the other dog. “Look at them. How cute would it be to have one with us?”

Lando couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight of her glowing face. But before he could respond, Lewis, who had been listening from the side, grinned and added, “I can give you a contact”

Y/N’s face immediately lit up at the thought. “Really?” she asked, her excitement palpable. But then, her gaze flickered to Lando’s face, and she noticed the slight tension in his features.

Lando shook his head gently, a small smile tugging at his lips, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. “Baby… we can’t. We both travel so much. It wouldn’t be fair to the dog.”

Y/N’s enthusiasm faltered slightly, and she shot a glance over at Charles and Lewis, who had their dogs lounging nearby without a care in the world. “But Charles and Lewis seem fine with theirs,” she protested, her voice laced with hope.

Lando simply sighs noding reluctantly knowing he'd already lost "Alright baby, we'll look into it"

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At Williams

"I don't think you're going to lose her mate" Oscar said, chuckling as he walked over to Lando and Y/N

Lando had been holding onto her hand ever since they entered McLaren hospitality, not letting go once

"Oh trust me she's a runner" Lando laughs

Y/N rolls her eyes earning a side eye from Lando "I've already had to grab her from William's 3 times since we arrived at the paddock"

"I was catching up with Lily and Rebecca!" she exclaims earning a laugh from the boys

"What were too boring for you now?" Oscar teases

"Yeah, your Lily isn't here this weekend so you're not much help to me either" Y/N snaps back poking her tongue out at him

"I try to convince myself that she's here for me every now and then" Lando shrugs jokingly

After plenty of banter and laughs, Oscar and Lando were finally ushered into one of the private rooms for a quick meeting, leaving Y/N behind in McLaren hospitality.

Naturally, she took it as the perfect chance to sneak off, back to Williams, much to Lando’s growing frustration.

For the fourth time that day, Lando found himself walking into Williams hospitality, this time greeted by a few chuckles and sympathetic smiles from the staff, who were starting to see him around as much as their own drivers.

Spotting Caco sitting at a table in the corner with a coffee, Lando made a beeline over.

"I'm guessing she's with Lily and Rebecca again?" he asked, already half-defeated. "Mind pointing me in their direction?"

Caco laughed, setting his mug down. "Actually, she's with Carlos this time. Straight ahead, mate."

Lando gave him a tired wave of thanks and headed further into the building. He only made it a few steps before stopping dead in his tracks.

There she was — Y/N, wearing a pair of Apple Vision Pros, standing next to Carlos, who was mid–golf swing with another set on. Alex and Lily lounged on the sofa nearby, watching the chaos unfold, while Rebecca recorded it all on her phone, laughing.

Lando just blinked, almost in disbelief. "Really? Team bonding now?"

At the sound of his voice, Y/N pulled off her headset, flashing him an innocent, wide grin. Carlos, oblivious, continued his virtual golf game with full concentration.

Lando shook his head as he walked over, dropping down onto the sofa beside Alex with a groan. "You're playing VR golf?! You always say no when I ask you to play with me."

Y/N just shrugged, still grinning. "Maybe you need a better sales pitch, babe."

Alex clapped Lando on the back, trying (and failing) to hide his laugh. "Welcome to Williams, mate. We know how to recruit properly."

Lando could only sink deeper into the cushions, watching his girlfriend cheer Carlos on like she was the biggest Williams fan in the world, and knowing full well he was absolutely losing this battle.

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New contract

On the few race weekends Y/N could attend, she usually spent her downtime in the paddock with the WAGs, Lando’s family, or some of the McLaren team members.

This weekend, however, things had taken an unexpected turn, all thanks to a little controversy that had set social media on fire: rumours of Lando’s future at Mercedes. And the root of it all? Photos and videos of Y/N, casually sharing a cup of coffee with Mercedes team principal, Toto Wolff, before Free Practice 1.

It was now Saturday. Qualifying had just wrapped up, and Lando made his way into the media pen, fully expecting the storm that was about to hit. He and the team had already laughed about the rumors earlier, finding it almost impressive how far people would stretch the truth just for a headline.

And, like clockwork, the questions came flying in.

"Can we expect to see you in a different car next season?" The same question, for what felt like the fourth time that day.

Lando let out a small laugh, running a hand through his messy hair. "Like I’ve said, I think for the world record eighth time today — I’m not going anywhere."

"But the meeting? With Toto Wolff, and your girlfriend?" The interviewer pressed on, eyebrows raised like they were uncovering some major scandal.

Lando just shrugged, tilting his head a little in disbelief. "So what?" he said, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous it all sounded. "My girlfriend knows Toto personally. She's good friends with Susie, knows their kids too. It's not all business around here, you know? A lot of us actually form meaningful friendships outside of racing."

He gave the camera a half-smile, hoping that would finally put the fire out.

Not long after, Lando made it back to his driver's room, still a little amused by the chaos he'd just walked out of.

Inside, Y/N was already there, sitting patiently on the small couch, her hands nervously picking at the hem of her sweater.

When she heard him come in, she looked up, giving him a sheepish smile. "I’m sorry..." she said softly, guilt written all over her face.

Lando frowned slightly, pulling off his fireproofs and grabbing a clean shirt from his bag. "For what, my love?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"I saw them... asking you about Mercedes," she said, rubbing her palm across her forehead in frustration.

Lando chuckled, ruffling his hair as he pulled the shirt over his head. "PR and Zak actually found it hilarious," he said with a grin.

"Not funny, Lan..." Y/N groaned, sinking deeper into the couch. "I think I might’ve caused you a bit of trouble."

He walked over, dropping onto the couch beside her and placing a reassuring hand on her thigh. "Baby... it's really not that big of a deal," he said, his voice soft. "It’s their fault for reading too much into it."

Y/N pouted up at him, her big eyes making his heart squeeze in his chest. "I was just talking to them about their kids," she mumbled.

Lando laughed again, pulling her gently into his chest. "I know, baby," he said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "And even if you were plotting to ship me off to Mercedes... I’d still love you."

Y/N let out a small laugh against his chest, feeling the weight in her stomach finally ease. "I’d never send you anywhere," she whispered, smiling.

"Good," Lando said, squeezing her closer. "Because McLaren’s stuck with me... and you’re stuck with me too."

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Biggest Fan

It was finally Lando’s home race at Silverstone, and the energy in the air was electric. The entire weekend had been building up to this moment. The thought of racing at home, in front of his fans and family, gave him a boost of motivation. This wasn’t just another race , this was the race.

Lando was on the truck for the driver’s parade, clutching his umbrella to shield himself from the relentless British rain. The crowd's excitement was palpable, but the weather? Not so much.

The interviewer approached, microphone in hand. "Lando! Home race for you today, and pole position too. How confident are you about taking home the win?"

Lando flashed a wide grin, nodding gratefully. "I’m pretty excited. My whole family’s here, so that’s a big bonus. Oscar’s starting right behind me, so hopefully, we can secure an easy 1-2 today. Big points on the line."

The interviewer raised an eyebrow. "But are you worried at all? Max is starting in P3, and we’ve got George in the Mercedes not too far behind either."

Lando leaned forward, a serious glint in his eye. "Honestly, I’m more focused on getting a good start. Hopefully, the weather clears up a bit before the race…" He trailed off as his eyes flicked to the crowd ahead. He squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of something. "Uh... sorry, I think I just saw my girlfriend in the stands."

The interviewer followed his gaze. "She’s in the grandstand?"

Lando nodded, fully turning his attention to the crowd now. There she was, standing right in the middle of the stairs of his dedicated "Landostand," among his fans, waving and pointing frantically in his direction. As soon as she realized he had spotted her, she raised a banner high. It was a custom banner, with Lando’s helmet design and his initials and number bold and clear for him to see.

Lando let out a soft laugh, grinning. "You're insane, I love you." He blew her a kiss through the camera. "Why are you even out there in the rain, baby? It’s pouring!" He laughed into the mic. "I don’t even know if she can hear me."

The other drivers, who had been watching the interaction, couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute moment. Carlos, ever the jokester, waved to Y/N from where he stood on the truck. She immediately waved back with enthusiasm.

Lando laughed, shaking his head. "And... there she goes. Lost her attention already," he said, still scanning the grandstand with a soft smile. "Love you, baby. Get back to the garage before you catch a cold."

Hearing him through her phone stream, Y/N quickly gave him a thumbs up and blew him an exaggerated kiss. Lando grinned, reaching out to theatrically catch it mid-air, then pretended to tuck it safely into his pocket.

"Saving that one for later," he said with a wink, turning back to the camera, still smiling like an idiot.

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he’s so pretty

Lando Norris x gf!reader

summary: lando’s so beautiful and reader makes sure he knows it.

warnings: NONE.

A/N: (i’m getting to more requests bare with me, i’m not used to having this many) i got inspo for this cuz i was on pinterest and saw some pictures of lando looking BEAUTIFUL and i just sat there in awe of him. had to translate it into a fic 🙏🙏

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you never really remembered when it started, calling lando pretty.

maybe it was the first time he showed up to your house dripping rainwater, curls stuck wetly to his forehead, cheeks pink from the cold. or maybe it was the day you watched him laugh so hard at something you said that he couldn’t catch his breath, his whole face lighting up like the sun had made a home inside him. maybe it was even earlier than that, when you were just kids and you thought he looked like the boy version of a storybook character, the ones whose smiles made you believe in magic.

you didn’t know when it started. you just knew you loved it. and now, being able to say it whenever you wanted — being able to kiss his pretty face after — felt like the biggest kind of magic.

“you’re so pretty, lando,” you said once, casual as anything, as you both lounged on the couch, your feet kicked up on his lap, his hand absentmindedly tracing shapes against your ankle. he didn’t react right away, only glanced over at you with this small, almost shy grin, like he still didn’t know what to do with the compliment even after months of being yours.

but you said it again the next day, and the day after that, and eventually it became a part of the air between you.

“pretty boy,” you’d hum as you adjusted his tie before some event he didn’t want to go to. “prettiest boy i know,” you’d tease as you ruffled his hair, ruining whatever careful styling his team had done, and he’d just shake his head and pull you into him, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead like he couldn’t help it.

you loved the way he reacted every time, like he couldn’t quite believe you meant it but wanted so badly to.

and lando, for all his confidence on track, was soft around you. soft in a way he wasn’t with anyone else. soft in a way you adored.

you’d say it after a race when he was sweaty and exhausted, pulling him close despite the mess. you’d say it in the mornings when his curls were wild and his voice was rough and he looked at you like you were the first good thing he’d ever seen. you said it because it was true, and because he deserved to know it every second of every day.

one lazy afternoon, you ended up at the lake near his place — your place, now, sort of, with how often you stayed over — where you always went when everything felt a little too loud.

he was stretched out on the grass, eyes closed, face turned toward the sun, and you sat beside him, knees pulled to your chest, just watching him breathe.

he looked… peaceful. and stupidly beautiful.

and before you could even think about it, the words slipped out again. “you’re so pretty, lando.”

this time, he opened his eyes slowly, blinking up at you with a lazy, fond smile. “you say that like it’s new information.”

you laughed, tossing a blade of grass at his chest. “it is. every day. new levels of pretty achieved.”

he caught the grass and twirled it between his fingers, the softest blush creeping up his neck. “you’re ridiculous.”

“you love it,” you said easily.

he sat up then, reaching out to tug you toward him until you were half sprawled across his lap, giggling as you went. he held you there, arms looping loosely around your waist, looking up at you with a kind of wonder that made your heart trip over itself.

“i really do,” he murmured, like it was a secret.

you leaned in, brushing your nose against his. “good. because i’m not planning to stop.”

he kissed you then, slow and lazy and full of sunshine, like he had all the time in the world just to love you.

and maybe he did.

later, as you lay tangled together on the grass, his fingers playing with your hair, he whispered, “you’re the only person who sees me like that.”

you blinked, tilting your head to look at him properly. “like what?”

“like… i’m something more than just a driver. like… i’m enough, just like this.”

your heart twisted, too full of everything you felt for him. you pressed your hand over his chest, right where his heart beat steady and sure. “lando… you’re enough. always have been. always will be.”

he pulled you in tighter at that, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

and you knew then — the way you always had — that you were going to spend the rest of your life telling him how pretty he was.

pretty when he won. pretty when he lost. pretty when he was laughing. pretty when he was hurting. pretty just for being himself.

because he was.

and because he was yours.

THE END :>

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in your own lane | lando norris

୨ৎ : featuring : lando norris x equestrian!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by @sonichkkaaascreams) : when you're never seen at lando’s races, people start to question your commitment. what they don’t see is that you're winning grand prixs of your own — just on horseback. while rumors swirl, lando defends the love no one else fully understands: two athletes, two worlds, one unshakable team.

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was such a lovely request, love architects and everything domestic

the whispers always came in waves.

sometimes, they were subtle. a side glance in the paddock. a harmless comment during a podcast. other times, it was louder. headlines in bold. “where is she? norris’ girlfriend absent again.”

it didn’t matter that you were halfway across the world, riding a 1.60m course in stuttgart while lando was racing in monza. it didn’t matter that both your schedules were booked to the hour. all anyone ever saw was absence.

you weren’t there.

and somehow, not being there translated to not caring.

you tried to laugh it off the first few times. “let them talk,” you told lando over facetime, helmet hair tucked messily into a braid, your horse munching hay in the background.

he didn’t laugh. “i hate that they don’t get it.”

“you don’t have to defend me,” you’d said, gently. “i know what we have. i’m not in this to prove anything to anyone.”

but it wore on you sometimes, in the quiet in-between moments. when you were icing your shoulder in the hotel room after a fall, and your phone buzzed with lando’s podium photo and a comment: “wish she cared enough to show up.” or when you saw another wag post a picture in the paddock with the caption “always supporting.”

you supported too. just from a different kind of saddle.

monza came and went without you again.

you had a nations cup qualifier the same weekend. there was no possible way to be in two places at once. not when your horse needed you, your team was counting on you, and this was your chance at olympic points.

but the questions kept coming.

the latest one was from a journalist who leaned forward like he was about to drop a bomb.

“she’s never around,” he said, his voice too casual, too smug. “are you sure she’s really invested in this relationship?”

the room went quiet.

lando blinked once. tilted his head. let out a soft laugh, but there was no warmth in it. “are you serious?”

the reporter froze. the air shifted.

“she’s probably winning a grand prix of her own right now. i don’t need her front row at mine to know how serious we are.”

“but doesn’t it bother you?” the reporter asked. “that she doesn’t come to your races?”

lando leaned forward.

“no. because i actually respect what she does. she’s a professional athlete. she has a full season, a whole circuit. and while people are wondering why she’s not at my side, she’s out there, fighting for her own podiums.”

there was a beat of silence.

“she’s not just my girlfriend. she’s her own person. she’s got her own goals. and i’m proud of her for chasing them.”

later that night, his phone buzzed with a voicemail.

you sounded breathless, wind in the mic, the unmistakable squeak of your saddle as you dismounted.

“knocked a rail but still went clear in the jump-off. placed top five. wish you were here, but i know you killed it too. love you. call when you can.”

he smiled down at the phone like it was you.

when you finally saw him again, it was during the rare off-weekend.

both your schedules lined up, and you met in monaco—his place, your quiet sanctuary.

you didn’t even get through the door before he pulled you into his arms.

“missed you,” he mumbled into your neck.

“i saw the clip,” you said softly. “what you said to that reporter.”

he shrugged. “it was nothing.”

“it meant everything,” you whispered.

you sat on the couch, legs tangled, both of you scrolling on your phones.

you were trending together now, side by side on social media: ‘she can’t watch my gps when she’s busy winning her own.’ ‘lando norris claps back at misogyny in the paddock.’

you showed him a photo from your last show: you in your navy jacket, horse mid-air, muscles taut, your form perfect.

he grinned. “god, you’re hot when you’re flying.”

you snorted. “you’re ridiculous.”

“maybe,” he said, tugging you closer, “but you're mine. and no matter where you are, i feel you with me.”

you kissed him then, slow and soft and certain.

you may not always be in the same place, but your hearts? same team. same race. same finish line.

always.

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Never Close Enough - LN

Summary: Lando believes in sharing everything, including personal space. Here's just a series of events of that.

Extremely clingy!Lando

Word count: 2k

Lando really brought a new definition to the meaning of a clingy boyfriend. Y/n was really not prepared for it. Especially when the F1 season came to an end, she thought he might actually let up a little since they'd naturally be spending more time together because he's home more.

She was wrong. In fact Lando achieved the impressive fete of almost never going a minute without touching her.

She had to beg him not to come to the toilet with her. Thankfully he allowed her that privacy.

"You are something special." Y/n comments to the F1 driver as he climbs on top of her returning home from an especially intense work out since up till New Year he can basically eat whatever he likes but as soon as January hits he's on a training regime and diet that bring him back to the fittest state he could possibly be in.

"Want a back massage?"

An idiot would turn that down.

"Yes." Y/n smiles shifting so he can pull her top up and off of her before tossing it onto the floor then cursing as he gets up to his feet disappearing as he grabs some lotion the resumes his position pouring some out onto her skin before beginning to massage her. "You know your clinginess has some advantages."

"I do know that, actually." Lando smirks audibly before he leans over and places a kiss on her neck. "I love you."

"I love you too...even if you have no concept of personal space." Y/n laughs then shaking her head a little.

-

Getting a flight with Max always makes for an easy-going journey. Max has his own jet and he always gets the best set up for travelling which means all the people who travel with him also get a good set up.

"I am going to get baby Piquet-Verstappen the best gifts in the world. Oh Kelly, just you wait. None of my friends have had kids, that baby is going to be so overly spoiled in life but you will be overwhelmed when you see what I have in mind." Y/n rambles excitedly as she sits down with the pregnant woman. "I'm so happy for you guys."

"Thank you." Kelly smiles reaching over and squeezing her hand since Y/n has been just about as present and supportive as Max in this journey to have the baby.

Though the moment is slightly ruined when Lando comes into the pictures and squishes himself down in the seat next to y/n making her grit her teeth from the feeling of his hip bone hitting her own while Kelly laughs at the two.

"Christ Lando." Y/n wheezes before he plucks her from the chair and plants her in his lap.

"Sorry, please continue with your moment." Lando smiles kissing y/n's shoulder while Kelly grins at the two.

-

Y/n yawns as she wakes up. Her limbs tangled with Lando's since if there's one time of day Lando absolutely has no concept of giving y/n space to breathe, it's night time.

It's as if he's attempting to climb into y/n's own skin from how close he tries to nuzzle himself in.

"Lando...I can't breathe properly." Y/n grunts actually beginning to wonder if Lando might just smother her to death one day.

"You can. Otherwise you wouldn't be talking." Lando whispers not budging a millimetre and actually she feels his arms shift from their loose embrace on her, wrapping around her waist as he manages to squeeze her stomach.

Y/n wants to tell him to ease up but honestly she knows that Lando just wants to try and communicate his love in the most effective way in his eyes which just so happens to be keeping a very tight hold on her.

But eventually her consciousness resurfaces and she feels an urgency.

"Baby-baby, I'm going to wet the bed. Let go." Y/n gasps scrambling to get up but Lando's arms are still impossibly tight around her as he much more slowly comes to. "Lando!"

"Sorry. Sorry." Lando laughs releasing her and watching her fall off the bed with a thud but leave herself no time to recover as she rushes to the bathroom. He of course follows not wanting to be far from her for longer than necessary.

"I know you like being close but you don't have to get up just because I got up."

"I don't have to, I want to." Lando shrugs then moving to the sink and picking up her toothbrush putting toothpaste on it before wetting the brush and holding it as she finishes up then washing her hands and smiling as she goes to take it. "No. I'll do it. I've gotten better than last time."

"Last time almost required an emergency dentist visit." Y/n grimaces remembering how Lando almost managed to chip her tooth and she's still not really sure how.

"I promise if it happens again I'll never do it again."

"I find that hard to believe." Y/n hums but she drops her mouth open to allow him a fair chance at brushing her teeth and not causing injury.

-

Standing in the garage for waiting for Lando to do his seat fitting, Lando is latched onto y/n. His chin resting on top of her head as they talks with Will and Jon. Asher capturing the moment from a slight distance.

"Hey, we ready for this weekend-hi y/n." Zak greets as y/n smiles and greets with a small hi in return. "You're going to get her a bad back doing that."

Lando clicks his tongue but moves his chin down from her head and puts it on her shoulder instead with his arms tightening around her while she smiles melting back into his touch a little. They've been stood there for quite a while and while Lando has been working around her.

"I love you." Lando whispers making her smile and tip her head back to look at him.

"I love you too." Y/n replies then grinning when he pecks her lips then releases her having to do his seat fitting. But as soon as he's in the seat he calls her over and she finds herself sitting on the front car leaning over the halo so he can just hold he hand.

She's sure if she wasn't here then Lando would be the victim of no end of bullying from the mechanics. Purely because he's such a softy with his girlfriend, like not being able to sit in the car without her there literally holding his hand even she can see reason to at least poke a bit of fun at him for it.

-

It's not necessarily very hard for y/n to send Lando into a tizzy if she's not close by, the only time he really allows her out of his touch is when he really knows he needs to focus on work. But when she's sick and he's not working, she really doesn't go a second without him touching her.

Even when it's really not all that much of an illness.

She has a cold, a pretty nasty one but it'll pass in a week or so. What she's trying not to do is pass it onto Lando who is insisting on not letting her get a moment away from him.

She managed to get some masks to wear in order to protect Lando from her germs and he has returned the efforts by also putting on a mask. He is currently holding her to himself as he plays on his gaming laptop so he can stay here with her.

Lando insisted that since they have nothing else to do, she can just sleep through her recovery for the most part.

That's one thing that does work out in y/n's favour because actually being able to just rest and sort of being coddled is a nice way to be treated during feeling a little shitty. Even if she's worried about getting Lando sick since it's an inconvenience for her to be sick but it can really effect Lando's entire race weekend if he gets sick.

Although when Lando's hand comes down on her forehead that's when she's dipping in and out of sleep after he notices just how hot she is against him.

"Oh baby-you're getting hot." Lando sighs moving his hand from his controller to rub at her back while she groans and just nuzzles further down into him.

"Everything alright there mate?" Max asks through his headset.

"Y/n isn't feeling too great, she's just here with me but I might need to go." Lando sighs while running his hand through her hair as she shifts and hides her face. "Yeah, I gotta go boys. I'll try and log on tomorrow. My baby needs my attention all on her."

-

Lando really doesn't have a lot of need to go food shopping a lot with a lot of his food prepared by a chef who tries to work with a nutritionist to make sure that he's getting everything he needs in his diet.

But y/n doesn't live by such a regime so she gets to be a little more liberal about her food and she does go food shopping. So when y/n goes shopping Lando is right there with her even though he can be a bit of a hindrance than a help.

Sometimes she just wants to run to the shop for something quick and at least 3 out of 5 times when he joins her he ends up slowing her down with fans wanting his attention, which she isn't opposed to but Lando wants her within arms reach and at minimum in eye sight which means she has to slow down.

"Kinder. We need kinder." Lando gasps spotting the kinder bars on the shelf.

Just as he's cleared the shelf of every box he moves around to cage her against the handlebar of the trolley and walk behind her, which when they were first dating took a lot of getting used to since having someone walking literally pressed against you isn't the easiest task in the world.

"We are being watched." Y/n whispers after noticing some nervously excited expressions of what looks to be a family who must be visiting Monaco.

"I don't want to leave you." Lando hums hiding his face in her neck as if that's going to make them think it's not him. If anything his clinginess to y/n has become pretty iconic to his fans, a lot of the drivers and people in his team banned together to make his birthday posts on their stories just a collection of pictures or videos of him clinging to y/n.

Something she thought was pretty iconic.

"Just keep moving forward." Lando whispers jokingly then laughing when she nudges him back and he smiles planting a kiss on her neck before finally moving to say hi since the group little a little too nervous to actually approach but they are staring and whispering seemingly in discussion of it. "Hey."

Y/n smiles watching him and not missing that even while he's focusing on the fans, he doesn't go more than 20 seconds without flicking his gaze to her while she watches then eventually starts looking at the snacks on the shelves to see if there's anything else she might want to grab.

He returns to her after a few minutes and squeezes her hard enough to move her ribs inwards just slightly before releasing her with a sigh and resuming his usual position to walk around with her.

"You're so cute." Y/ n laughs before she sighs. "I think we're done."

"Ok, let's get going." Lando smiles brightly as they move to the check out.

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Better Without Me - LN

Summary: Lando talks y/n down off a ledge when she feels like it's not worth going anymore.

Warnings/themes: Suicide attempt, depression

Word count: 1.8k

Lando knows how it is. He's never felt such extreme lows of feeling like he doesn't want to be there but he knows that y/n struggles like that. He knows that she hurts emotionally but when he tried calling her and she wouldn't answer. He panicked.

Last time he saw her, she didn't want to get out of bed but he couldn't stay so he hoped that staying in bed would be the worst of it. But it's worse. She's disappeared, her car is gone and there's nothing there to explain why she isn't there.

She has her location on and the moment he sees it, he trips stumbling over his feet as as he rushes to leave while Max and P frown in confusion.

"She's on a bridge." Lando chokes out climbing in his car and calling the police in hopes to have someone professional there who actually knows what to do in these situations.

By the time he gets there he's beat the police. He can see her car and her body sitting on the railing, looking down at the rushing water beneath her. The bridge is high and the water is shallow because of the time of year.

"Baby?" Lando sighs not wanting to spook her and make her act impulsively. "Baby, please come back over onto this side. Please."

She doesn't react, it's as if she didn't even hear him or notice he's there. Her chest is visibly heaving, her face glimmering with tear streaks.

Whatever is going through her head it's putting her through mental and physical agony.

Finally flashing lights appear on the scene and her attention is caught, eyes landing on Lando and the expression of devastation tells him she didn't hear a word. She was deaf to anything but her own thoughts.

Lando waves his hands gesturing for them to just stay where they are as he nears her.

"Please come back on this side." Lando repeats as he gets close enough that he could grab her but she suddenly shifts away.

"I just want things to get better. Everything keeps getting worse." Y/n hiccups wobbling in her balance but Lando knows better than to shoot forward because that could be it.

"We can get you help baby. We can but we can't do that if you're not here."

"I don't know if anyone can help anymore. You deserve better-how did you find me?"

"I will always find you." And he's not going to tell her exactly how because that might lead to her turning her location off. "I love you and I won't let you ever think otherwise. You don't realise it but if you leave me. I will find you in the next life and every life after that. You'll take a piece of me with you."

"You deserve better than me."

Lando takes an opportunity to close the space a little.

"Don't make me search for you when I've already found you now. You have so much life left, baby. So much life that I'm going to make it my mission to show you every single day why not leaving this life today will be worth it." Lando promises making her lip quiver shifting her weight but whatever she was going to do. Whatever decision she'd made. Lando reaches and grabs her sweater and yanking her backwards onto his side, cushioning her fall as they both land back.

Y/n completely falls apart against him as the police finally close in, an ambulance on site and they secure to make sure if she tries to get back up, she'll be stopped from following through.

Max appears on his own not wanting to bring P in fear of the outcome and knowing that Lando wouldn't want more people there than necessary.

"She's ok. They're checking her over, but they're taking her for an evaluation. I'm gonna go with her." Lando sighs then clearing his throat. "Can you text my brother and see if he'll pick up my car?"

"Yeah, of course. Of course."

-

The medication left y/n a void of life. She sleeps a lot, she eats enough to get by and she drinks when she's told to. It's almost like she's a puppet rather than a person.

But Lando was just relieved they discharged her. Whether it is the right choice or not is a hard call to make, but Lando wants her with him. He wants to be able to oversee what she's doing and be the one to take care of her.

He'll love her at her lowest because he's determined to help her back to her highest.

"Hey pretty girl, you're up." Lando smiles noticing y/n walk into his gaming room. He'd spent the first few days by her side, lying in the bed with her, holding her, watching her breathe and informing anyone and everyone who asked after her about how she is doing. "You feeling ok?"

"My legs were starting to ache just lying in bed. I need to just walk around." Y/n mumbles earning a nod before she swallows thickly, tears welling up in her eyes. "And uhh...I owe you an-"

"You owe me nothing. This is love, baby. It's unconditional and it doesn't need an apology or a thanks. Ok?" Lando cuts in not about to accept an apology for keeping her with him, in fact he practically forced her to live.

"I don't really want to sleep anymore."

"Ok, then you don't have to." Lando nods since her medication has included sedatives just to try and keep her from being able to leave on her own accord. "You have a call with Georgia in a bit, you can tell her that we're gonna stop with them."

Y/n nods then biting her lip before Lando pulls her into his lap, uncaring of the game that he's just lost interest in. Max will get over it.

"How are you feeling?" Lando asks softly making her sigh.

"Like I need to shower and scrub like 10 layers of skin off, a McDonalds-or Five Guys would be good."

"Mmm. Five Guys would be so good. The cajun fries would be so good." Lando agrees with a groan smiling as he sees the return of his girlfriend begin to peek through. It's crumbs and it's going to be a long time before she returns to even how she was right before the incident. "How about a McDonalds and then after your call we can fly back over to London and stay there a couple days? See some people if you're up for but, but really just get Five Guys."

"I don't know how the world gave me you in my life. But you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Y/n states with a weak smile.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me too baby." Lando grins then catching her in a kiss that he's so relieved for her to melt into.

It's going to be a slow and long journey, one that potentially never really sees an end. The human mind is complex and no one has taught Lando that more than y/n. Because he knows she loves him and he knows that she'd never want to hurt him, he's a priority in her life but when she was sitting on that bridge. He wasn't there in her head because the good things don't sit at the forefront in those moments and he is a good thing but he just wasn't outshining the dark thoughts shrouding her brain.

"I don't know if I want to handle seeing people yet." Y/n whispers making Lando smile.

"I didn't really want to see anyone either, I just wanted to put the option on the table if you did." Lando chuckles earning a grateful smile. "Just us and Five Guys."

"That sounds perfect." Y/n nods before she leans into his touch. "I'm so happy I have you."

"Not nearly as happy as I am to have you." Lando sighs then drumming his hands on her thigh. "McDonald's I'll tell Max I'm logging off and we can eat."

"Thank you."

-

It took a couple weeks and while none of the events had caught wind in the media, there was a couple people within the paddock who knew about what happened, only people who Lando knew really cared for her.

Max offered to fly to the race so Lando knew y/n was with someone he could trust to take care of her.

"I'll be ok." Y/n assures Lando noticing his anxiety as he bites as the skin on his thumb. "I've taken all my pills. I'm feeling ok."

Her words are careful, not saying she's good or feeling great. But she's ok, he can accept ok is the truth and not an exaggeration while not being something he needs to worry about.

"I love you." Lando states wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly, kissing her neck as he nuzzles his face into her neck. "I don't care what I'm doing, if you need me then come get me."

"Mmm...so run out on the track to flag you down?" Y/n jokes proving that she has still got some sort of a sense of humour intact. "I don't want to be a source of concern if it effects you so much by me being here."

"It'd effect me if you weren't here baby. I want to be able to see you and know you're ok." Lando sighs squeezing her a little more. "I love you."

"I love you too, I love you so much." Y/n smiles moving back just enough to be able to force him into a kiss that he immediately melts into it. "It's gonna take time for me to really get back to myself-"

"Don't. You don't need to explain or apologise. I'm happy that you're here, that's all I care about and so long as we're making progress. That's what I care about and I know you are. I know we're all making progress." Lando cuts in nodding reassuringly as he makes sure to look her in the eyes. "Just promise you'll come over and speak to me or just come and stand with me-hug me-hold my hand. Whatever you want. Just promise, ok?"

"I promise." Y/n smiles lightly before they hear the knock at the door. "Jon or Max, who are you betting?"

"Jon. Max would be shouting to get in already."

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On thin ice ln4

Pairing : Lando Norris x Female Iceskater!Reader

Summary : Lando is jealous of his girlfriend's iceskating partner.

Warnings : Angst, established relationship

The sharp scrape of skates against ice filled the cavernous rink, the sound bouncing off the empty seats and high ceilings. (Y/N) exhaled deeply, her breath clouding the chilly air as she steadied herself. Ethan skated toward her, his movements effortless, his presence as comforting as ever.

“You’re thinking too hard again,” Ethan teased lightly, stopping in front of her.

She gave him a weak smile. “I can’t help it.”

“You don’t need to. You’ve got this.”

He held out his hand, and she took it, their fingers locking with the ease of years spent practicing together. They moved into the opening position of their routine, the soft strains of music echoing through the rink as they began.

Every spin, every lift, every glide was a testament to their hard work, their connection honed over countless hours of practice. Ethan’s hand on her back, his voice low and steady as he guided her through a lift, was nothing new to her. It was simply a part of the dance.

But to Lando, it was something else entirely.

Lando had been her biggest supporter in the beginning. When they first started dating, he’d been captivated by her passion for skating. He admired her dedication, often comparing it to his own drive for Formula 1. They bonded over their shared understanding of sacrifice and ambition, and for a while, it felt like they were unstoppable.

But as their lives grew busier, the cracks began to form.

(Y/N) had always made time for Lando, traveling to his races whenever her schedule allowed. She’d spent hours in the paddock, enduring the chaos and noise just to be there for him. She cheered the loudest when he stood on the podium, comforted him when he didn’t, and never once complained about the toll it took on her own life.

Lando, however, struggled to do the same.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care. He did—deeply. But his jealousy over her partnership with Ethan was a wound that festered, growing more painful with each passing day. He hated the way Ethan’s name was always on her lips, the way she spent more time on the ice with him than she did at home with Lando.

He hated that Ethan got to see her in her element—the part of her life Lando could never truly understand.

The tension between them came to a head one evening when (Y/N) returned from practice later than usual. Lando was waiting for her, his arms crossed as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth.

“Practice ran over,” she replied, setting her bag down.

“With Ethan, I assume,” he added, his tone sharp.

(Y/N) sighed, already bracing herself for the argument she knew was coming. “Yes, Lando. With Ethan. Who else would it be?”

“That’s exactly the problem,” he snapped, pushing off the counter. “It’s always Ethan. You spend more time with him than you do with me.”

Her jaw tightened. “Lando, we’ve been over this. He’s my skating partner. That’s all.”

“And I’m supposed to just be okay with that?” he demanded. “You don’t see how weird this is? How it looks?”

She crossed her arms, frustration bubbling to the surface. “How it looks? Lando, this is my career. I’ve been skating with Ethan for years—long before I met you. Why is this suddenly a problem?”

“Because I see the way he looks at you,” Lando shot back. “Like you’re more than just his partner.”

(Y/N)’s heart sank at the accusation, her chest tightening. “That’s not fair. Ethan and I are teammates, nothing more. You’re my boyfriend. Why can’t you trust me?”

“It’s not you I don’t trust,” he admitted, his voice quieter but no less pained.

She stared at him, her tears threatening to spill. “Do you even realize how much I’ve sacrificed for you? How many races I’ve been to, how many times I’ve put you first? And now, when I need your support, all you can do is accuse me of things that aren’t even true?”

His expression faltered, guilt flickering in his eyes, but he didn’t apologize. Instead, he said, “Maybe I’m just tired of feeling like I’m coming second.”

The words hit her like a slap, leaving her speechless. She turned away, unable to look at him. “If you can’t handle my life, then maybe you shouldn’t be in it.”

For a moment, the room was silent. Then Lando grabbed his jacket, his movements abrupt.

“Fine,” he said coldly. “Maybe I shouldn’t.”

The sound of the door slamming behind him echoed in the empty apartment, leaving her standing alone, her chest heaving as silent tears streamed down her face.

—

The day of the competition arrived, but (Y/N) felt hollow. The weight of Lando’s absence pressed heavily on her chest as she laced up her skates backstage. Ethan sat beside her, his presence steady and comforting.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice calm.

She nodded, though her hands trembled as she tied the final knot. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

The arena was packed, the cheers of the crowd echoing off the high ceilings as they stepped onto the ice. She scanned the stands instinctively, half-hoping to see Lando’s familiar face. But he wasn’t there.

The music began, and she forced herself to focus, moving through the opening steps with precision. But her mind betrayed her, Lando’s words echoing in her head. “Maybe I’m just tired of feeling like I’m coming second.”

Her foot slipped slightly during a turn, the mistake small but glaring to her trained eye. Ethan caught her immediately, his grip firm as he whispered, “I’ve got you.”

They continued, but the mistakes kept coming—hesitant steps, uneven spins, moments of faltering confidence. Each one felt like another crack in her resolve, the tears she’d been holding back threatening to spill.

By the time the routine ended, her face was damp with tears. Ethan kept her close as they bowed, his hand squeezing hers in silent reassurance.

Backstage, (Y/N) sank onto a bench, her head in her hands as the adrenaline faded. Ethan sat beside her, his voice soft as he said, “You did great.”

She shook her head, her voice breaking. “I messed up.”

“No one noticed,” he said firmly. “You were incredible.”

But his words did little to soothe the ache in her chest.

When she returned home that night, she found Lando sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees. He looked up as she walked in, his eyes heavy with guilt.

“I saw your routine,” he said quietly. “You looked beautiful out there.”

Her chest tightened as she dropped her bag by the door. “But you weren’t there.”

“I didn’t think you’d want me there after the fight,” he admitted, his voice breaking.

Her tears spilled over as she stepped closer. “I always want you there, Lando. Even when we fight, even when I’m angry, I need you to be there. But tonight, you weren’t. And it broke me.”

He stood, reaching for her hands. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I let my jealousy get in the way, and I should have been there. You deserved better.”

She shook her head, her voice trembling. “Do you even realize how much I’ve given for you? And the one time I needed you, you weren’t there.”

His voice was thick with emotion as he said, “I know. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.”

She stepped back, the pain in her chest unbearable. “I don’t know if you can, Lando.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and final, as she turned away, leaving him standing alone in the quiet apartment.

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You Can Be Mad But I'll Be Here - LN

Summary: Y/n is mad at Lando but his love language prevents him from giving her space.

Slight golden retriever!Lando

Word count: 745

Lando really does hate seeing y/n upset, he hates knowing on this occasion he's the reason for her upset too.

No boyfriend enjoys seeing their girlfriend upset. At least no boyfriend that's worth while.

"Stop it. Just go game or stream or something." Y/n mumbles when Lando tries to hug her as she finishes doing the dishes.

"I'm not leaving you to be mad at me and I don't want to game." Lando states with a small frown since rejection hurts even if it's just as a result of him upsetting her and her wanting him to leave her alone.

He knows he should.

So when she just huffs and makes no attempt to verbally reply, he does give her a few minutes without him there.

But when she moves through the living room seeming to spot him and sigh again before she moves through into the bedroom and remains there, he can't stop himself from almost feeling anxious and uneasy with being away from her.

He's a clingy boyfriend, he always follows her like a puppy around the apartment and tries to keep touching her however he can and she has never ever voiced not liking it unless she's upset with him and that's rare. But he hates it for multiple reasons, not being able to touch her being near the top of the list.

"Y/n?" Lando mumbles shuffling into the room, fully prepared to be turned away as he finds her lying naked under the sheets and curled up with her book.

Her favourite comfort position, though he's never thought to ask why being naked is a must for when she's reading in bed but he's certainly never complained.

Though he wonders if he'll be less welcome because of that factor.

"It's your bedroom too Lando, I'm not kicking you out." Y/n sighs still sounding irritated but she doesn't say anything as he changes and climbs into the other side of the bed.

She can feel his gaze looking at her while she focuses on her book, then she notices him slowly edging his hand closer and closer. But she doesn't say anything till his hand rests on her thigh and she moves it away.

"Baby, please." Lando pleads almost ready to grab his girlfriend and pin her down under his weight to accept his affection, but he knows that's not fair and she's upset with him so it'd probably just make things worse. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I really just...I want to touch you even if it's just the smallest touch."

Y/n has a particular soft spot for Lando's clinginess and while he's not actively trying to use it as a means to soften her, he really is just thinking about how badly he needs to touch her in some way, it's definitely working to improve her mood.

She doesn't say anything but she offers her hand, slapping his away when he tries to hold it fully but she doesn't give him the answer for figuring out what she will allow. So after a few attempts of different positions, he finally concludes he's around to press the tip of his finger to her own and when she doesn't push him away, he grins settling down.

"Thank you." Lando whispers, remaining with a grin on his face as he keeps watching her while she keeps reading and trying to ignore his presence slowly weakening her resolve.

She doesn't say anything but eventually he watches her fall asleep and after waiting 15 minutes of her unmoving and her breaths slowly evening out and growing heavier. He bookmarks her page as he takes the book from her hand and places to the side then climbs back in the bed after turning everything off in the rest of the apartment and finally lying down with her to go to sleep.

It's a couple hours that y/n wakes up feeling a soft, warm weight on the tip of her finger and she frowns, her bad mood forgotten in her sleepy haze as she shuffles closer to him and wakes him from his own slumber as he feels her body pressing to his own. His heart rate picking up as he gets a little excited at being able to properly hug her again.

Then they drift off again with Lando's last thoughts before he's gone again about how he'll be making everything up to her in the morning.

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Two red lines || LN4

lando norris x fwb!fem!reader

summary: it was (mostly) a normal friends with benefits situation until the stick showed two red lines

warnings: 18+, fwb, pregnancy plot (i feel like this is obvious) smut, spitting, begging, unprotected p in v (wrap it pls), miscommunication, angst, fluffy ending

6.3k words

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It was never meant to be serious. And it wasn’t. It was meaningless sex whenever one of you needed it. He would fly you out to Monaco or wherever he currently was racing, or he’d come over to you when he was at the MTC in England. Both of you leaving the morning after, at latest.

So, it was never serious. Until you held a small stick that clearly showed two red lines…

"Fuck!!", you yelled for the third time, flopping your head down on your arms that laid on the bathroom counter.

You had no idea how this could happen, you were careful all the freaking time. You were on the pill, he wore condoms (most of the time anyway) but you always had at least one layer of protection to avoid this situation.

Your phone buzzed next to you and you lifted your head to check the message.

Lando: I’m done at work, I can be there in 20

You sunk your head back down and sighed.

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. You had hidden the pregnancy test behind your books, some place you were sure Lando would never look, and opened the door with your best impression of a smile.

"Hi", his smile brightened and he immediately reached his hands out for you, pulling you into a hot kiss, while throwing the door close behind him.

"How was work?", you tried to get some words between his kisses. "Mmh", he only muttered, clearly not being in the mood to talk when he came here for one thing only. You buried your finger in his curls. "Everything ready for the final triple header?", you asked as he moved his kisses down your neck. "Y/n?", he asked pulling back shortly, putting his index finger over your mouth. "Shh!"

Then he went back to sucking the delicate skin on your neck, pushing you backwards into your bedroom.

Lando pulled his own shirt over his head, making your hands instinctively wander from his curls to his broad tan shoulders. He shivered when he felt the touch of your cold fingers, hoisting you up in his arms to lay you down on the covers. His hands wandering under your oversized shirt, up to your breasts, tugging at it to signal you to lift your back so he could pull it over your head. And you let him.

"Am I imagining things or have they grown?", Lando giggled, sucking your right nipple while massaging your other breast.

Your heartbeat quickend for a hot second, hot blood shooting through your veins and up to your head but you managed to chuckle.

"C’mon, let’s get these off, I need to be inside of you", Lando muttered, tugging on your panties. You lifted your hips obediently, allowing him to strip the piece of clothing off you. His pointer finger running through your already wet folds, making you squirm.

"You’re so quiet tonight, love", he whispered, kissing over your breasts and stomach, down to your clit. A light poke of his tongue on your most sensitive part had you hissing. "Mmh, tell me, what’s on your pretty little mind", he hummed, taking lazy licks over your pussy, never dipping in tho.

I think I’m pregnant with your child, which will either ruin this arrangement or your career, didn’t seem like the most sensitive thing to say in this situation. So you settled for a headshake. "Nothing, just a bit tired."

"Maybe this will wake you up", he grinned, dipping his tongue between your folds. Your hands tugged at his curls, enjoying the feeling of his mouth basically sending you to heaven. It truly wasn’t fair HOW good this man was with his mouth. And hands. And dick.

He pulled your folds apart with two fingers, giving him a perfect view of your hole. "So perfect", he purred, collecting a little bit of spit, and spitting right into your opening. You moaned while your eyes rolled back.

Damn him for knowing your biggest weak spot.

Lando watched as your hole tightened around nothing. "Want my fingers, love?", he hummed between kisses on your inner thigh and you nodded frantically, slowly getting impatient with need.

"Words, my love, words", his deep voice sounded from between your thighs. "Yes, Lan, please!", you obeyed his request. "Already begging, I like it", Lando chuckled, inserting two fingers into your tight hole. You gasped at the stretch, not expecting him to go in with two. He felt you squeeze around him as he explored your insides, slowly hitting deeper.

"Lando", you squirmed, impatiently asking him to finally give you all of him. "Shhhh", he soothed you, beginning to scissor his fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a few high pitched moans.

"Lan, please, I need you!", you managed to gasp between moans. "You have me, baby", he pretended to not now what you were asking. "All of you- need all of you… need your dick inside", you begged, knowing yourself how pathetically you sounded as you said it but not caring in the slightest.

Lando chuckled and pushed his own pants down, his hard dick springing free and slapping against his stomach. You whined when he pulled his fingers out of you.

He grabbed his length and brought it down to your dripping cunt, sliding the tip through your folds before slowly dipping in.

The stretch hurt in the best way possible and you had to close your eyes while adjusting to the feeling of him pushing deeper into you.

"You good?", Lando groaned, holding himself back not to just push himself as deep as he can. You nodded, eyes still closed. "Keep going", you panted, feeling him slip into you completely, hitting your g-spot.

Both of you stayed still and breathed for a few seconds until you nodded. "Move, please", you whispered. Lando groaned starting to move his hips, pulling out a little only to thrust hard and deep into you.

Your hands clamped over his back as Lando kept slamming into you at a brutal pace. Your body rocked over your sheets, your legs wrapping around his hips.

He moved his hand between your bodies, circling his fingers over your clit to stimulate you even more.

Lando’s hand moved up to your lower stomach. "Can you feel how deep I am?", he muttered im your ear, pressing down on your stomach.

This pulled you back into reality. You pushed him back, panicking slightly over the fact of having his hand that close to where you were carrying a tiny part of him.

Lando stilled inside of you and pushed himself up on his arms. "You okay?", he asked with a frown.

You nodded hastily, trying to hide your expression. "Yeah, yeah, keep going please", you panted. "Just been having a few cramps lately, I think I’m getting my period."

You were in fact having cramps lately, tho it hadn’t been because of your period…

Lando scanned your face, sensing that you were hiding something.

But it wasn’t his place to ask. You were fuck buddies, nothing more. Meaningless sex, nothing more.

Still, he continued to thrust his hips, feeling you squeeze around him. Your moans got louder as you felt the knot in your lower stomach tightening. He could feel you were close, he knew your body better than his own, but he held himself back, wanting to make you finish before him.

His hand went back to rub circles on your clit, this being the added sensation you needed to push you over the edge. Your pussy tightened around him as you came, his name spilling in moans from your lips.

Lando continue to slam into you at a brutal pace, the overstimulation hitting you like a brick. A few more thrust before Lando pulled out and finished on your lower stomach, a deep moan leaving his lips.

He saw you eying his cum on your stomach, grinning at your expression. "What? We wouldn’t want a Max and Kelly situation, right?", he laughed, referring to the fact the couple had told Lando that they were pregnant last week.

You swallowed hard at his words, allowing him to grab some tissue and cleaning you up before you turned your back to him.

Lando was more confused than ever. He felt your mind wasn’t here, he felt when your mind was drifting off while he was hitting your deepest spots and now you turned away without a word. He couldn’t help but feel like she was mad at him, like he had said something he shouldn’t have.

"You okay?", he dared to ask, putting a comforting hand on your bare shoulder. "Yeah", you muttered. "But I think it’s best if you leave now."

That hit him like a brick.

Yes, this wasn’t anything serious, just a simple friends either benefits situation but still, you always at least stayed the night, especially in the recent months.

"Oh. Uh, sure. I gotta head back to Monaco to pack before Vegas", he made up a lie, trying to play it cool, trying to hide the hurt in his voice but you noticed nonetheless. Your heart stung as you nodded.

"I’ll text you tomorrow", Lando whispered. "Bye."

{~}

You couldn’t close one eye last night. The way Lando had sounded so hurt after you told him to leave, keeping you up the whole night. Oh, and then there obviously was that other thing.

At around 9am you had managed to pull yourself out of bed, deciding the best thing would be to go to a doctor to get clarity of the situation, maybe you were worrying without a reason to.

But sitting in the office of your doctor, you were sure. The ultrasound confirming your feeling.

"Congratulations, Miss", she smiled. "As far as I can see, you are 8 weeks along." You nodded numb, silently calculating back about eight weeks and landing on one specific weekend at the end of September, on one specific hot and sweaty night after the Singapore Grand Prix.

"I- can I ask a question?", you stuttered, the woman giving you a heartfelt smile. "Of course!" "I’m on the pill, and have been taking it without exception, every day at the same hour, so- I’m just- I am wondering how this-", you gestured around the room.

The doctor smiled. "No contraception is 100% effective. Different reasons for the pill maybe not working could be the temperature. You should always have the pills at about room temperature, anything above that might cancel out their effect", she explained.

Great, so now you’re telling me I’m pregnant because of the temperatures in Singapore…

You nodded and thanked the woman who gave you your next check up date at the reception.

Back outside you took a deep breath.

How on earth are you going to tell Lando about this?

{~}

"No, Max, I’m just saying she acted weird", Lando groaned, dropping his head on Max’s table. "I don’t know what to tell you, brother. Maybe it’s that time of the month", Max called out, saying the first phrase for the at least fifth time today.

Lando lifted his head, unimpressed with the last sentence. "Don’t you think I would’ve notice that?", he asked, rolling his eyes.

Max shrugged. "Maybe that whole friends with benefits situation isn’t how you should keep going", Lando’s best friend said, causing a deep silence between the pair. He met Lando’s eyes and could tell he was in deep thoughts about that statement.

"Maybe you need to figure out if this is anything more or not, and if not you should end it soon, because you cannot keep going on like this for the rest of your life. I’m sure it was fun, but these situations are never meant for over three months. And it’s been almost six", Max spoke into the silence.

Lando’s head hurt at his words. But deep down he knew Max was right. But the thing is, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want this to end, he didn’t want to let her go but at the same time he wasn’t sure if he was ready for a relationship.

His phone buzzed on the table next to him.

Y/n: We need to talk. Are you still in London?

A cold shower went down his back. Nothing ever good started with those words.

We need to talk.

He quickly grabbed his phone and texted you back.

"I’ll go over to hers, she wants to talk", he revealed to his best friend. Max’s eyes widden for a second but he tried to hide it behind a quick nod. "Uhm, okay. I’ll head to the airport, text me when you’re done."

Lando nodded, silently cursing the fact he actually had no time for this as his plane to Vegas was leaving in a few hours. He grabbed his car keys and closed the door behind him. The whole ride he kept thinking about your message.

We need to talk.

You were going to end this arrangement, he was sure of it. What he wasn’t sure of was if he wanted to end it as well.

Standing in front of your apartment door now, the nerves were running strong. He pressed the bell, waiting for a few seconds before she opened the door.

"Hi", you said. Lando’s heart dropped when there wasn’t your usual greeting smile. He cleared his throat. "Uh, hi."

"Thanks for coming over", you said, nodding over to the couch, gesturing him to sit down. "No problem, I was staying at Max’s", Lando replied. The air thick with tension. You sat down next to him, crossing your legs.

"Sooo, what did you want to talk about?", he dared to ask, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. You cleared your throat. "Uhm, so- I… I wanna start by saying, I’m sorry. I didn’t plan for this to happen and you have to believe that", you spoke.

Lando frowned, not quite knowing where you were going with this. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap. "I’m sure you’re not even ready for this, hell I don’t even know if I’m ready for this. But it happened and like I already said, I’m sorry."

"Y/n, what’s going on?", he asked, still confused. You leaned forward to the glass table. He only now noticed the small box on it. It was a simple white box, which you handed to him.

Carefully he pulled the lid off, his eyes going wide as he started taking in the content of the box. "I’m so sorry, Lando", you muttered, as he pulled out a copy of the ultrasound.

If the two red lines on the pregnancy test inside the box didn’t give it away, this sure did.

You sat in defeating silence, tension running high. The longer he didn’t say anything, the more you started to worry.

"Lan-", you whispered but he interrupted you, standing up hastily. "I’m sorry, Y/n!", he muttered, backing up a few steps.

Hurt shot through your body and tears started to form when he turned around without another word and hurried out of your apartment.

Looking for a safe place he shut the door to his car, sinking back into the leather seat and trying to control his breathing.

He quickly turned on the engine and drove out onto the street. He had to get to Max. He had to tell his best friend.

Looking back, he probably shouldn’t have been driving in that state of mind but apart from almost running a red light, he got through safely.

He slammed the car door and hurried inside the airport. His breathing slowly calming down but his pulse staying high all through security. Thank God, Max had already taken care of his baggage.

He hurried through the private part of the airport, catching the security guard at the glass door that led out to the planes.

"Sorry I’m late", he apologized to him who only nodded and led him towards his ride.

His best friend looked up from his seat, when Lando entered the plane, immediately catching on to the disturbed state he was in. "What hap-"

"Y/n is pregnant!"

Max quickly sat up straight. "She’s what?", he called, shock laced his voice. Lando nodded, handing him the ultrasound picture he had taken with him.

While Max inspected the blurry picture, Lando paced around the small space, hands in his hair, breathing quickening.

"O-okay, calm down a little first", Max tried to sooth his best friend who only started laughing hysterically. "Calm down?? How? Max, how am I supposed to be calm right now?", he called. "Y/n is pregnant, the woman I’ve been casually screwing around with is carrying my child. I have no idea if she even wants this baby, if this is going to ruin her chances of a career. If the story gets out, Zak will burn me alive. We’re not even in a relationship. I don’t even know her parents. God, what will they say? What will my parents say? What-" "Have you talked to her?", Max interrupted Lando’s rant.

His head shot up and he slowly shook it. He could tell Max was waiting for an explanation of what exactly happened so he sighed and started talking.

"We sat down on the couch, she started talking about how sorry she is, I had no clue what she was on about. Then she handed me this small box with the test and the picture." Max nodded. "Then?"

"I got up and ran out", Lando confessed, groaning at his own actions. "You got up and left? Lando, damn it! She’s probably racked with guilt right now. The father of her baby ran out on her after she told him she was pregnant. Lando, she isn’t only the woman you’ve been ‘casually screwing around with’ and we both know that. Especially recently or do you want to tell me, her dropping everything and coming to South America immediately after you asked her to, is casual? Or how you’ve spent more nights at hers than here whenever you are in England. Or how you smile whenever she is around, whenever you spot her in the crowd under the podium? And don’t deny that, I know that you do", he added the last part after seeing how Lando wanted to deny it.

He hung his head like a scolded puppy and nodded.

"What do I do now?", he whispered.

{~}

You sat on your couch. Frozen. He really got up and left. You felt numb, your hands instinctively going towards your stomach, placing them above the skin.

You felt helpless. Twenty-two, graduating in two months, no real life plan and pregnant while the father of your baby is a multimillion dollar celebrity who drives fast cars for a living and ran out on you almost as quickly.

Almost nine hours passed, which you had spent sitting on your couch and binge watching your favorite show until your phone buzzed.

Lando: I’m sorry. Just landed in Vegas, there are flight tickets attached. Please come.

You checked the times on the tickets. 9am tomorrow. You didn’t reply to his message, leaving him on read while standing up and grabbing a glass of water.

Part of you wanted to pack up and get enough sleep before the long flight, but another part of you was scared. What if he only wanted you to come to end it? Then again, the way he left earlier probably would’ve been the way he ended it. But then he texted. It gave your stupid heart a tiny bit of hope.

You let out a groan.

Approximately 18 hours later, you let out another groan as you pulled down your cabin bag and left the airplane. You knew Lando was most likely staying at the Hilton, closest to the track, so you called a taxi to take you there. Standing in the lobby, you wanted to slap yourself.

What were you doing here? You had no idea which room Lando was in, and the receptionist would sure as hell not give it up.

Your right hand went over your stomach, a habit you have been quickly developing since yesterday. There was no other option than to just wait here until a familiar face entered the building so you sat down on one of the cozy couches.

Forty minutes later you heard cheers outside the door and a few spots of papaya shirts glistening through the mass of people. A few team members you didn’t know passed through the lobby until you spotted Oscar. You jumped up.

"Oscar!", you called, hurrying over to him. The security guard took a step in front of the Mclaren driver, blocking you from getting to him. "Y/n? What are you doing here?", Oscar called confused, signaling the guard that it was okay. "I know her."

"Thanks. I gotta talk to Lando", you quickly told him. "He’ll be here in about five minutes, he’s probably still signing some stuff", the boy told you. You nodded

Oscar put his hand on your upper arm. "You okay?", he questioned, worry lacing his expression after taking in your state. "Y/n?", a voice, you knew all too well, asked behind you. You whipped around, spotting Lando a few meters behind you.

"Thanks, Oscar", you muttered towards the Australian again as Lando came closer. "You came. I didn’t know if you are going to. You didn’t reply to my message", Lando spoke carefully.

Oscar sensed that this was a conversation, he shouldn’t be part of, so he nodded. "I’ll see you guys tomorrow", he bid his goodbye.

"We should head upstairs", Lando said, nodding towards the crowd outside the glass doors. You nodded and turned around, feeling Lando’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the elevator. His other hand grabbed your small suitcase.

He opened the door to his suite, letting you in first. If you hadn’t spent a good amount of time in these suites it would’e taken your breath away. Huge king sized bed, a glass front with view over the city, a giant TV and a big balcony. Nevertheless the hot tub in the bathroom.

"Thanks for coming", he spoke, unsure what to say and gesture towards the bed. You sat down in silence, noticing the ultrasound picture lying on his nightstand. "I- uh-" "If you wanted to end it, you didn’t need to get me to Vegas to do that", you interrupted him. Shock spread on his face.

"No!", he quickly called. "No, I don’t. I wanted to say, I’m sorry for running out like that. I shouldn’t have."

He awaited your reaction but your face stayed neutral. "I should’ve stayed to talk to you about it. It’s not your fault, it always takes two. I don’t want to excuse my actions with what I am about to say but I feel like I need you to hear it. I was scared as shit, still am to be honest. A million things ran through my head, like what about your degree and career, what about the team, the media, our parents. What about us? And I didn’t handle it right, I know that and I’m sorry. Max… knocked some sense into me. Anyway, I want you to know, that if you want this baby and me, I’m all in. Or if you only want the baby and not me, I’m still going to be there for the two of you", Lando took a deep breath after he finished talking.

"I felt so scared and helpless when you ran out", you dared to speak for the first time. Lando slowly reached out to touch your thigh, relaxing little when you didn’t pull back. "I am so sorry for how I reacted", he whispered.

"I want this baby, Lando. I was so scared when I held that stupid positive test but when I saw her on the screen at the doctor’s office, I knew I wanted her. Your reaction scared me because I have no idea what I would do with my life with a baby in it while on my own", you told him. "I’m scared, too, Lando. Scared about my parents reaction and your world, but I know I would rather go through it with you by my side."

Lando cracked a smile. "And you will. I’m not letting go of you, or little us", he said, nodding towards your stomach. A small smile crept its way on your face and Lando closed the gap between you, taking you into his arms. He pressed a delicate kiss to the side of your head.

"Her?", he asked, referring to the fact you had talked about the baby as if it was a girl. "I have a feeling it’s going to be a girl", you chuckled.

Both of you giggled and you had a warmth spread around your body that told you, you were going to be okay.

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we listen and we don't judge - LN4

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: yn and lando do the popular tiktok trend where they confess secrets to each other, judgement free.

It took Lando a little bit of convincing to do the TikTok trend, but with a little bit of begging you both got to making your lists. 

“We listen and we don’t judge,” you and Lando say in unison. 

You went first. 

“You know how me and Rebecca go to dinner every couple weeks? Well, sometimes we go karting and don’t invite you guys cause you’ll take it too seriously.”

Lando gasps, looking genuinely hurt for two seconds. 

“Baby, what? You never come with us,” he says with wide eyes. 

“We listen and we don’t judge,” you start and he joins in. 

He goes next. 

“Sometimes when you make me bathe Copper (your adorable Cocker Spaniel), I use your conditioner,” he says with a guilty smile. 

“Lando! That shits expensive,” you say with a hand covering your mouth. 

“We listen and we don’t judge.”

You go again. 

“Remember when you thought Copper ate your shoe that one time? I hid it under the bed because you wouldn’t let me sleep in.”

He lets out a laugh at that one. 

“We listen and we don’t judge.”

“Sometimes, I tell you your outfit is cute so you won’t change again when we’re running late.”

“Wait, that’s so mean,” you say half joking, half not. 

“We listen and we don’t judge.”

“When we first met, I thought your name was Landon until I followed you on Instagram.”

“Wait, we knew each other for a long time before you followed me,” he says. 

“I know,” you say, trying to hold your laugh in. 

“We listen and we don’t judge.”

“Sometimes, when I see Copper wants to go out I’ll pretend I’m on the phone so you’ll take him.”

“Wait, I do the same thing,” you say laughing, throwing your head back. 

“We listen and we don’t judge.”

"Sometimes, when I see you after a bad race, I'll bring up something stupid like a funny TikTok just to distract you because I don't know how to make you feel better."

Lando softens, his smile turning a little shy.

"It works, though. You're good at making me forget."

"We listen and we don't judge."

“Whenever I’m flying somewhere and you’re not coming with me, I take one of your hoodies and spray it with like half the bottle of your perfume.”

“Wait, that’s kinda cute,” you say, turning to him and giving him a shy smile. 

"We listen and we don't judge,” you both say one last time as you stop the video. 

bonus ones you didn’t want on the internet:

"Whenever you're wearing those leggings I like, I find excuses to 'walk behind you' because I'm honestly just admiring the view."

You gasp, swatting at him. "Lando!"

He grins, unapologetic. "What? I'm only human."

"We listen and we don't judge."

“Remember when you thought the bed sheets had a weird tear in them? That was because you grabbed them too hard one night, but I didn’t have the heart to tell you.”

Lando bursts out laughing. “I thought it was Copper!”

“Yeah, no. That one’s on you.”

“We listen and we don’t judge.”

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Falling apart, alone.

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: The season has been brutal, everyone could see it. Everyone could see Lando struggling. You could see it too, you just didn’t know how to help him when he so clearly didn’t want your help.

TW: bad mental health, anger, helplessness.

Notes: all I want in life is for Lando to be happy ngl I love that boy. Also sorry max <3 ALSO I got an anonymous tip to add summaries so I’m trying that thank u anon!! xx

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The sun hung low in the sky, illuminating the almost unbelievably blue water and bouncing off the golden cliffs. Your eyes had been caught out the window ever since you got out along the coastline, Lando maneuvering the car along the squiggly road. The blur of golden hues, olive trees and colorful villas had you let out a content sigh.

The break couldn’t have come at a better time. That’s the thought that constantly ran through your mind. This break, a three week break from everything that racing and f1 brought with it, came at the last minute and you couldn’t be more grateful. The season was grueling, both physically and mentally. You’d watched Lando push himself harder than ever, the pride of being on top overshadowed by a desire to do better. You could see how the weight of expectations, both others and his own, dragged him down like an anchor and you felt for him. His smiles had started to falter and the usually bright light in his eyes had been dimmed these past few months, only getting worse with each race weekend. He needed this, time away from the spotlight and the relentless scrutiny from the media. Time to just relax and be reminded that he’s loved, loved and appreciated. Max and P were already waiting for you at the villa you’d rented for the week, a little house tucked into the Italian hills. When Max brought it up as a suggestion you’d immediately accepted, not even giving Lando the chance to decline. Max was his safe space just as much as you were and the more people to support him the better, you thought. You hadn’t told Lando this of course, instead expressing how much you’d always wanted to rent a house on the Italian coast, but some part of you still believed he knew this was mostly for him. For his health.

You glanced over at him in the drivers seat, one hand securely on the steering wheel and the other resting on the console between you. His curls had gotten longer recently, almost dropping down over his eyebrows, and you made a mental note to offer to cut his hair while you were here. If he’d let you. Your heart ached at the tightness of his jaw and you gently reached over to wrap your fingers around his larger ones. Lando immediately glanced over at you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he flipped his hand to intertwine with yours.

“What?” He asked softly. “Why are you staring?”

“Nothing.” You smiled, leaned over to press a gentle kiss against his shoulder. “I’m just excited. We’re almost there, right?” When Lando nodded you let out a soft breath. “I’m happy we’re doing this. It’s going to be so nice.”

“Me too.” Landos smile had grown, although there was a flicker of something else in his eyes. Something somber. He brought your hand over to press a quick series of kisses against it before focusing back on the road, the silence settling in the car again. Just a few minutes later you rolled to a stop outside the villa, the epitome of picturesque with pale stone walls and green shutters surrounded by cypress trees. The front door opened just as you stepped out of the car, both Max and Pietra slipping out with huge smiles on their faces. You beamed as P skipped down the steps, hurrying over to wrap you up in a hug and greeting you with the type of enthusiasm that made you feel welcome and wanted.

“You’re late.” Max teased loudly as he offered you a hug, P moving to lovingly greet Lando.

“We took the longer route, more scenery.” Lando quipped back, backing away as Max approached him. You stopped to watch them, a smile tugging at your lips when you heard Lando let out a laugh as Max grabbed him in a playful headlock. Maxs laugh was louder, ruffling Landos hair before he finally managed to wrangle himself free. Watching them you felt a flicker off hope. If Max could pull a laugh from Lando after thirty seconds, maybe a week together would really do Lando some good.

The first few days in the villa passed in a haze of slow mornings and lazy afternoons, the four of you enjoying the quiet and each other’s company. Lando and Max made it a routine to take a morning run together while you and P prepared breakfast, all of you eating together on the patio when they got back. The breakfasts usually went on way onto midday, time not really being an issue for any of you. It felt like the rest of the world was on pause and you had all the time in the world. You would catch Lando smiling, the kind that actually reached his eyes and made you believe he might actually be doing better. But those moments didn’t last. It was the small things; the way his gaze would drift during conversations or the way he picked at his own cuticles until he started bleeding. He laughed and joked like normal but there was an edge to it, almost forced, and if you and Max and Pietra hadn’t known him as well as you did you never would’ve noticed. You also noticed how often he’d excuse himself for a few moments, disappearing under the guise of checking emails or answering calls. One evening the four of you were gathered in the living room, Lando absentmindedly rubbing circles on your back as you handed out the cards for the upcoming round of poker. The game started lighthearted enough, Maxs usual trash talk and both you and P calling him out when he tried to cheat. Lando made a rare mistake and before he could think Max called him out for it, teasing him about being off his game. You could see the way Landos jaw tightened, a flicker of something darker flashing across his face before he forced a strained smile. A comment like that was normal, usually nothing anyone reacted to, but it obviously got under his skin tonight and once again the worry settled in your stomach. That night, laying in bed together, you reached out to gently run your fingers through his curls. Lando hummed, opening one eye to glance at you.

”You okay?” The careful question had him pressing his eyes shut again, offering a nod.

”Yeah, of course. Just tired. Are you?” You knew he wasn’t but you didn’t want to push, didn’t know how he’d react, so you just mirrored his nod before shuffling closer. Lando wrapped you up in his arms, pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head.

The days went on like that, a wobbly line between worry and relaxation, until one evening. You and P were already sprawled out on the couch, tucked under a blanket each as you scrolled through the different streaming services.

”Im telling you, the parent trap is a classic.” Pietra declared, reaching over to grab her glass of wine. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

”It’s a classic you’ve already made us watch like three times.” She laughed at that, nudging you back after you softly kicked her. As you continued bickering over the movie for the night low voices could be heard from the kitchen. Max and Lando had been there for a while, preparing the snacks, but from where you sat in the living room you didn’t notice the tension brewing.

Lando stood with his back against the counter, his jaw tight as he watched Max lean against the opposite side of the kitchen island. Max’s brows were furrowed in worry while Landos eyes were dark, angry.

”Im not saying you have to quit.” Max spoke in a low voice, laced with concern. ”I’m just saying, maybe it’s worth it to consider it? Or at least a break, before things get worse.”

”I don’t need a break.” Lando let out a bitter scoff, shaking his head. ”And I’m definitely not quitting. I just need to push through.”

”Push through what? This season? Next? For how long? You’re exhausted Lando, we can all see it. You’re not sleeping, barely eating-”

”You’re exaggerating. Im fine.”

”You’re not!” Max’s voice rose, the frustration he felt breaking through. ”You’re not fine Lan, stop saying that.”

”You’re acting like I’m about to fall apart Max, it’s not that-”

”Not about to.” Max interrupted him, words hard and snappy. ”You are falling apart. I can see it, I know what that looks like. I’ve been there, you know I have. You think I don’t recognize the signs?” Lando visibly stiffened, hands gripping the counter behind him roughly enough to turn his knuckles white. He was quiet for a moment before speaking again, voice laced with venom.

”This isn’t like that Max. It’s not the same.”

”Isn’t it?” His voice cracked slightly as Max stared at his best friend. ”I know it’s hard to admit that you’re struggling Lando, especially when you’re under as much pressure as you are but please, you have to let us help you. If you keep going like this-“

”Just because you couldn’t handle it doesn’t mean I can’t.” The words cut through the room like a knife, Max flinching as if he actually got cut. Silence settled in the kitchen, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant giggles from you and P out in the living room. When Max stayed silent Lando felt the need to speak again, although his words had lost their harshness. ”I’m not you.”

”No, you’re not.” Max nodded, voice steady but clearly hurt. ”But you’re not that different. You’re not invincible Lando and pretending you are…it’s only going to make things worse.”

”I don’t need a lecture. I am fine, even if you don’t believe it. I’m handling it.”

”Handling it? You call this handling it?” Landos face flushed as Max raised his voice again. ”Snapping at me, shutting out your girlfriend, acting like you don’t have a care in the world-”

”You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lando interrupted, his own voice getting louder too. 
”I know exactly what I’m talking about!” Max shot back, his frustration spilling over. ”I’ve fucking been where you are, I know what it’s like to feel like you can’t afford to stop, like the weight of it all is going to crush you if you admit you need help but come on Lando, snap the fuck out of it. This, what you’re doing now, its self-destruction.” The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. For a moment Landos expression faltered, the anger on his face shifting into somethings else, maybe fear, but just as quickly he masked it again. With a shake of his head he turned his gaze away, crossing his arms over his chest. Max realized he wouldn’t be able to break through Landos walls, not tonight, and with a resigned sigh he stepped back. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but shook his head instead before walking out. Both yours and Pietras heads snapped up as he walked past the living room, having heard the last couple of sentences exchanged between the two men. When Max’s gaze found your worried one he simply shrugged his shoulders.

”What-” you began, not finding the words.

”I don’t know. I tried, I really did but he doesn’t want help.”

When you slowly entered the kitchen a few minutes later Lando was still standing tensely, bracing himself against the counter. He didn’t look up when you entered and the tension radiating of him was almost scary. When you softly spoke his name, taking a step closer, he flinched.

”Don’t.” His voice was sharp enough to make you pause. Swallowing harshly you forced yourself to stay calm, your voice to stay soft.

”I just want to talk.”

”Well I don’t.” He finally lifted his face, glaring at you. The anger in his eyes should’ve made you back down but the unshed tears glossing them had your heart aching instead. ”I don’t need you telling me what to do too.”

”No one is trying to tell you what to do Lando. We’re just worried about you, you’re not doing well-”

”Worried about me. Right. What did Max say to you? That I’m losing it? That I need to quit?”

”No,” you argued, frowning. ”No Max didn’t say anything to me but we’ve all seen you these past months, not to talk about these last days. We’re all-”

”Worried! Yeah I fucking get it.” Your eyes widened as he raised his voice, not being used to him speaking to you like this. ”You’re all looking at me like I’m fucking crazy but I’m not. I don’t need your help, I don’t want your help, so just fuck off for a while and let me deal with it.” You stared at him, heart slowly cracking open. He was unraveling infront of you and you didn’t know what to do, how to help him, and you felt like the worst girlfriend in the world. The worst friend. His words stung, sure, but you didn’t really have time to think about how he hurt you when all you could think about was getting through to him.

”I just want you to be okay, Lando.” Your words were mere whispers, broken by the amount of concern and sadness you felt. Landos eyes flickered away, the veins in his neck popping as he clenched his jaw. For a moment you had hope he might say something, anything, but he stayed silent. You felt your throat tighten, the tears pressing behind your eyes, and you realized you didn’t have anything else to say. Nothing that he would listen to anyway. Instead you whispered how much you loved him before turning and walking away. The living room felt colder when you returned, the sympathetic expression on Pietras face as you sunk down in the couch enough for the tears to start flowing. As you curled up against P your thoughts swirled in a chaotic mess. You felt helpless, as if no matter how hard you tried it was never enough to reach him. He was slipping further and further away and you didn’t know how to pull him back. Maybe it wasn’t just him, you thought, maybe it was you. You replayed the moment in the kitchen, voice soft as you tried to get through to him only for his anger to snap back at you. You’d never seen him like that, so defensive, and it had left you shaken. But more than that, it left you questioning yourself. How could you stand there and call yourself his girlfriend when you couldn’t even get him to listen to you? What were you doing wrong? You wanted to be his anchor, his support, the person who helped him shoulder the weight he carried. But right now, it felt like everything you did only pushed him further away. Now, with P’s arms around you, unsuccessfully shielding you from the cold reality of the evening, you couldn’t stop the creeping sense of failure.

”I don’t know what to do.” You whispered, shoulders shaking with sobs. Pietra and Max exchanged glances over your head, somber expressions on their faces. Neither did they.

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End Of The World : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: you were fine that morning, so when lando suddenly gets a phone call that changes his things upside down, it feels as if his world has come crashing down

His heart sunk as Lando tried to get his head around what he was told on the phone. It was a blur of words to him as Lando tried to piece it altogether, tears falling freely down his cheeks. His knees buckled from underneath him as Lando dropped down into a chair, his breath shaky, heart racing as the call came to an end. 

He couldn’t quite believe it, your smile the last thing he saw that morning. Yet after being hit on your way to work, Lando’s world suddenly felt as if it was crashing down, hearing that your unconscious body had been transported to the nearest hospital. 

“I-I need to go,” Lando stuttered as he stood up from the meeting, rushing out of the building before anyone could reply. Panicked eyes watched Lando, but he was long gone, sprinting as fast as he could out of the building to where his car was parked. The journey was a blur as Lando blinked through his tears, hurrying into the hospital, shouting out your name. 

He was stopped by a doctor holding onto his shoulders, noticing how distressed he was. 

“Right this way,” the doctor told him, leading him down the corridor to where Lando could find you. “There is one thing that I must tell you first, your girlfriend is not in a good way. There’s extensive damage, most of it physical, which you need to prepare for.” 

“I don’t care,” Lando whispered, “I just want to be with her, please.” 

As the door to your room opened, a sharp intake of breath came from him. Lando couldn’t believe his eyes as he noticed the cuts and grazes all over your body, the machines around your bedside with cables attached to your body to keep you alive. 

“Oh, love,” Lando hummed, rushing to sit down beside you, placing his hand delicately over yours. You were cold, fragile, nothing like the warmth he usually received from you. “I’m here now,” Lando told you, brushing the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand. “She’s going to be alright, isn’t she?” 

“She’s stable,” the doctor informed him, standing in the doorway to your room. “The injuries are quite severe; we’re going to have to be closely monitoring your partner for a little while longer before we can make any decisions.” 

“Is there going to be any lasting damage? Permanently?” 

“Most of her injuries will heal with time,” the doctor tried his best to assure Lando, offering him a weak smile. “It sounds like the driver lost control of their car when they hit your partner’s, she overturned into the road,” he added, watching Lando flinch as he pictured the scene of the crash.  

All he could see was your car, with you terrified inside of it. Lando hated thinking about how you felt, how scared you must have been when that impact came, all alone in your car. He could imagine you calling out for him to help you, only he was nowhere to be found. 

His free hand continued to wipe under his eyes as Lando continued to study you. He’d lost count of how many marks he found, bruises, scrapes, cuts, not to mention the dry blood that was in your hairline. He wished he could do something, anything, to take the pain away. 

The doctor left the room, leaving Lando all by himself with you, giving him the time that he needed. His mind was racing with his own thoughts as his eyes stayed staring down at you, struggling to believe how his life had managed to turn upside down in only a blink of an eye. 

“I’m not leaving your side,” Lando whispered as he squeezed your hand, “I promise that you’re going to be alright.” 

The lack of response from you sent a shiver down Lando’s spine. Usually you’d laugh, or smile, give him some sort of reaction, but instead Lando was left with nothing from you. 

“I hate that you went through this all alone,” Lando added, moving one of his hands to brush over the top of your head through your hair. “I love you, however long you need to I’m going to be there for you. I know I joke about telling you to shut up all the time, but now I really could do with hearing your voice sweetheart.” 

The only sound in the room was the beep of the machines, letting Lando know that you were still there. It was a steady beat, which the doctor assured him was a good sign, but the only sign that Lando would take was the one when your eyes opened up. 

The hours he spent at the hospital soon became days, turning into a couple of weeks. Lando could hardly remember what the outside looked like as he spent every possible second with you, making sure that you knew that he was right there with you. 

When they could, his family and friends would stay with him for a while, even some of the other drivers had stopped by too. Mostly they were there to check on Lando, knowing that he’d no doubt neglect himself as he tried to focus all his energy on you instead. 

“There you are,” one of the nurses smiled as Lando walked through the hospital doors again, rushing down the corridor to get to him. “We were wondering if we were going to see you again.” 

Lando looked suspiciously across at her, following behind as she walked down to where your room was. “Has something happened?” 

“Don’t worry,” she smiled, saying nothing more as they got to the door to your room. “I’ll come and see how she’s getting on in a bit.” 

Lando nodded as he opened up the door, placing his phone into his pocket that he held. The regular beeping greeted him, although as Lando’s eyes looked up, his heart stopped as he saw a familiar pair of eyes staring back across at him. 

Lando rushed in, taking his usual seat beside you. 

“You’re awake,” he whispered, leaning across and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Lando fretted, eyes studying you closely. 

Your head faintly shook, the amount of pain you were in evident from the expression that was on your face. “I’m fine,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. 

A sigh came from Lando as he heard just how weak you were for the very first time. “You’ve got no idea how scared I was, I thought I was going to lose you, like the end of the world or something.” 

There was a look of disbelief on Lando’s face as he held onto your hand, struggling to believe that you were there with him. It would still be a long recovery for you, but it was the start that he had been hoping for. 

“You’ve got no idea how many people have stopped by to visit you,” Lando told you, “I always knew that everyone adored you, but I had no idea just how much, they’re all going to be so happy to hear you’re awake.” 

Your smile slowly turned up as Lando spoke, your mind was foggy as you tried to figure how much you had missed, still so uncertain as to what had happened. 

“You’re going to be alright,” Lando smiled, squeezing against your hand once again. “I’m going to be with you every single second, I promise.” 

“W-what happened?” You stuttered, voice faltering as you looked to Lando to try and make sense of everything and fit the missing jigsaw pieces together. 

Lando frowned, “your car was overturned, some guy lost control and went crashing into you, but you don’t need to worry about that, everything is getting sorted.” 

Your head nodded as Lando pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I love you,” you whispered as his ear brushed your lips. 

“I love you too, I’m so glad that you’re okay.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

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Homage - LN

Summary: After fans keep leaving comments about how WAGs don't support like they used to. So y/n decides to honour McLaren, Lando and the WAG standard fans are whining for the return of.

Word count: 1.4k

No part 2 requests please

Lando did not miss his girlfriend's eye roll as she scrolls through something on her phone and he wastes no time moving over and snatching her phone from her earning a huff.

"What's making you moody this time?" Lando teases knowing his girlfriend can have a bit of a short temper so it doesn't take much for her get a little frustrated about something online.

She has a special intolerance for fans who run their mouths.

Which is why he's not surprised to find her phone has her comment section and specifically a couple comments talking about how she isn't a "real WAG" because she doesn't even where the McLaren papaya colours.

"Stop reading the comments."

"You read comments-and you like the ones that hate on you just to rile people up." Y/n states knowing her point stands to reason as Lando sighs locking her phone and tossing it onto the floor. "Hey-"

"Baby, you look good in every colour. Papaya or otherwise."

"Well haven't worn papaya for you to know." Y/n points out with a smile as Lando sits impossibly close to her. "They ruined my post...it was just meant to be fun."

"Baby, last time I checked the only criteria to be an F1 WAG was dating an F1 driver. And unless we've broken up in the past 4 seconds. Then you are my girlfriend and the people leaving those comments are just jealous people who wish they were in your position."

Y/n narrows her eyes on him for a moment knowing he's giving her the same speech she's given him when he gets comments that get under his skin.

Calling his haters jealous is her favourite card to pull, but he knows she genuinely believes that's the issue with them.

Unfulfilled in their own empty lives so they find someone who is actually successful and happy to hate on.

"I'm not letting it get to me." Y/n smiles as Lando pushes them so he's lying down on top of her, her hand tangling in his mullet. "Ooh you know what, retail therapy would be good."

"So nice to hear my love and affection does nothing for you." Lando jokes looking up at her while she hums.

"Maybe I'd buy something that you'd quite enjoy and approve of." Y/n states before she sighs softly. "You are right. People are just jealous that I've got the best boyfriend in F1 and they have to sit there at home and witness it."

"Exactly." Lando grins then patting her ribs as he remains unmoved from hugging her tightly.

-

Y/n did end up buying herself a few things that Lando has yet to set his eyes on since he's in England for some McLaren sim time and a few Quadrant meetings that require his attention.

She loves when he goes all business mode since he rarely does, usually making sure things are all grouped together and then out of the way quickly so he can focus again on F1 and usually y/n.

It's when he's on a flight to the next race directly from London that he finds she's posted and it's one of the more sultry posts which isn't out of the norm. But the iconic shade of orange is adorning her body and he doesn't expect it to make him grin like an idiot.

Y/n is meeting him in Vegas flying there in Max's jet with the Dutchman and Kelly since she'd been staying in Monaco and it just made for easy travel.

Clearly she took the photos knowing she'd not have internet access while flying meaning she could ignore the comments and any nastiness about her choice of post. But then when he goes to the comments, he realises she's limited them.

Taking control of that is a move he's sort of proud of her for.

But he's mainly trying not to drool over the sight of her proudly showing off the orange set that she's wearing. Supposedly an ad for a underwear brand but he knows his girlfriend well enough that she's purposely playing into the demands of being a "real WAG".

He's dating a girl who trolls the trolls and she enjoys doing it.

It should make her the worst but he loves her more for it. She's not in the position he is of having rules to stick to for PR. She can do what she wants and McLaren's PR team can be mad that it might reflect badly back onto him and there them, but they can't actually control her.

Now he just can't wait to see her.

-

Lando had been texting y/n excitedly since she'd managed to land a few hours before him and get dropped off at the hotel checking in and seeming to kill time.

He got a text telling him she was waiting for him at the bar so he left his luggage to be taken up and went looking for his girlfriend.

The smirk on his face seeing her sitting at the bar, her bright orange dress making her stand out from the rest of the sparse bodies around the hotel bar.

"You don't happen to be a fan of McLaren do you? Because I could pull some strings..." Lando states feigning that he doesn't know the young woman as she turns at the sound of his voice.

"More of a Mercedes fan-have you seen Lewis around?" Y/n jokes before she jumps down and then quickly jumps up wrapping her legs around him as his hands move quickly to make sure the dress doesn't ride up too much. "I have decided if I'm going to attend F1 races as a real wag, it's going to take wardrobe commitment."

"I can see that-I saw it in your Instagram post too." Lando comments making her hide a sly smile. "I think you look amazing in orange for the record...I'm loving it."

"I'm glad. It's actually more my colour than I had expected." Y/n grins before she looks at him brightly. "I really missed you too, and I may have been wearing some of your McLaren stuff that was lying around at home."

Lando mocks a pout finding such a confession pretty adorable. Y/n is a pretty strong and independent woman, but when she goes soft on him like this.

"So how much orange have you got with you exactly?" Lando asks making her grin.

"A suitcase full. I think I really outdid myself paying homage to the papaya."

"Come on, I want to see what you've got and possibly what you're hiding under this dress." Lando smiles before he grins at her allowing her back down onto her feet. "Unless you want a couple more drinks?"

"No, I think one was enough. I'm not a fan of drinking on my own." Y/n shrugs as she begins to walk them out of there.

-

Y/n walked into the paddock a little more bundled up since Las Vegas at night was a colder experience that either her or Lando would've preferred.

"I'm kind of loving this." Lando smiles letting her walk ahead so he can capture a few picture on his camera, just for his personal collection. Though no doubt some fans want the resurrection of his jpg account.

Maybe he'll share one but he knows y/n will definitely post them and make sure to credit him for it.

"I may need to find some sort of jacket to steal." Y/n mumbles as they continue walking. "It's so cold."

"Keeping in theme?"

"Yes. Papaya only." Y/n grins before she giggles and links her hand to his own.

"You never fail to amaze."

"That's the goal." Y/n shrugs innocently before she sighs softly and kisses him.

Lando has actually seen a lot of posts about y/n's new wardrobe choices and the fact that she's committed to every layer being of such a colour. A good group of them seem unimpressed that she's mocking them. But she doesn't care very much, in fact it's only egging her on to wear more of the colour.

When she does get a jacket that adds to her warmth, she's in the garage caught on camera and shamelessly waves to the camera. Not keeping to the unspoken rule and it's exactly when Lando is sat in there watching the feed that he sees y/n wink, her body adorned in the black and orange colours of the McLaren uniform like she's part of the family.

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girl i need something - comfort, fluff whatever about that race yesterday with lando, my heart needs somethingggg thank you <3

HOME SWEET - LN4

listen up : comfort!!!!!! thanks for the request i think we all needed this.

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As soon as I hear the dropping of bags by the front door, I jump up and run to him.

“Lan!” I scream. He catches me in his arms, my feet hovering over the floor as his arms go around my waist. His breath on my skin only excites me, his head resting on my chest as I mumble into his hair, “I missed you.”

He shakes his head, setting me down softly but not letting go, “You have no clue how happy I am to be back.” His hands go to my face, holding me as if I'm about to run away.

I take his hand from my face, smiling up at him. This whole weekend has been hell. I watched his every move on TV, had every alert on for his texts, and sat in my bed on the phone with him as he vented.

I take him to the couch, he lays down and I promptly climb next to him, nestling close to my boyfriend. His eyes are closed when I run my hand up and down his arm.

“Wanna talk about it?” It. It as is every death threat, comment, or video that’s been sent to him. It as in the media. It as in the race.

“No. I want to talk about you.” He turns to me slightly, kissing my head as his hand runs through my hair, “Weren’t too worried?”

I scoff, “You know me. I’m always worried.” This looks like it hurt him. His face morphs into a frown, “But I'm proud of you. And I definitely wasn’t screaming and running around the apartment so if we receive a noise complaint, it’s all a lie.”

He finally cracks a smile, “I love you.” he whispers as I press a kiss to his lips, soft and sweet.

“You’re everything to me.” I whisper back, even though it’s just the two of us, “I just hate seeing you sad.”

He breathes out, “I’m never sad with you.” He pouts a bit, not meeting my eyes and playing with my hair. I sigh because I know that’s not true, but my job isn’t to bring him down more.

I push my face into his hoodie, he smells like cologne and the airport, “I made you cookies.”

I can practically hear the smile in his voice, “So that’s what that smell is.” I giggle, standing up as he follows.

We stand in the kitchen with a shared glass of milk and twenty mini cookies, “No offense love… but this is the best thing you’ve ever made.” I laugh, trying not to choke on the chocolate in my mouth.

“I’m not that bad of a cook!” I slap his chest teasingly even though I know I am.

He gives me a little smirk, shoving another cookie into his mouth as I scoff, “You said you love my pasta!”

He’s laughing with me now, “Yeah- the buttered noodles!” I roll my eyes, attempting to walk away before he corners me.

He’s smiling still, it makes me smile. Lando’s hands on my hips hold me still. “I love you.” he presses a kiss onto my neck, “And your cookies. And your pasta. And your shit food.” I'm giggling as he covers me in kisses.

I try to move back but am intercepted by he countertop, he’s tickling me and knowingly making me laugh and squirm. He slows down, meeting my eyes.

“I love you too.” I say, my hands on his arms, “You and your pickiness.” He scoffs then, laughing and leaning in to kiss my lips.

He’s warm and comforting, just like my magical cookies that seemed to heal him. When his lips leave mine, his head drops to my shoulder; his curls brushing against my neck as he leaves a soft kiss onto my shoulder.

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Third win for daddy

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RACE WINNER🥳🥳🥳🥳

What a race!🗣️ Oscar on P3🥳🥳🥳🥳

Don’t mind the shots I took😭 I was watching on my phone😭😭