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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary:Lando senses something is off with Amelie. The day unfolds slowly, wrapped in silence and unspoken weight, until understanding and quiet love anchor them back together.

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May 28th, 2025 - Monte Carlo, Monaco

The sunlight was starting to creep through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, a warm golden hue kissing the hardwood floors and tangled white sheets. Lando stirred lazily, muscles stretching as he blinked slowly at the ceiling, still in that hazy limbo between dreaming and waking. A sleepy smile curled his lips as he turned to the side, arms reaching instinctively for her.

But nothing.

No Amelie.

Only the dip of the mattress where she should be, and the comforting weight of Benny curled against his legs. Lando furrowed his brows, still half-asleep, and blindly patted the sheets like she might be hiding under them.

—Ames?— he murmured, voice husky and rough with sleep. Nothing. Benny meowed softly, stretching and nuzzling into his thigh.

Lando propped himself up on one elbow, eyes squinting against the soft light. He looked toward the ensuite bathroom—door wide open, lights off, empty.

Weird.

Dragging a hand through his messy curls, he sat up and stretched again, back cracking slightly. Björn launched himself from the top of the dresser, thudding to the floor with a loud thump and darting toward the door like a creature on a mission. Lando narrowed his eyes at the cat.

—Alright, alright, little goblin, I’m coming— he muttered as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, scooping up Benny into his arms with ease. The cat purred immediately, rubbing his face against Lando’s chin.

Lando kissed the top of Benny’s head, half smiling. —Where’s mommy, huh? Where’d she go? Hiding from us again?—

Björn let out a loud, demanding meow as he scratched the doorframe, tail flicking aggressively. Lando padded out of the bedroom in just his Calvin Kleins and a sleep-creased t-shirt, feet silent against the marble floors of the Monte Carlo apartment. The place was quiet, just the faint sound of waves below and the occasional seagull.

And then he saw her.

Sitting on one of the iron chairs out on the balcony, knees pulled up to her chest in one of his hoodies, the hood almost swallowing her whole. A long sleeve tugged over her hand… and a cigarette pressed between her fingers.

Lando froze.

Amelie never smoked.

Not unless something was wrong.

He blinked, staring for a moment, Benny’s warmth grounding him as something uneasy coiled in his stomach.

She didn’t see him at first. Her eyes were on the sea, glassy, lost. Her lips moved slightly, maybe mouthing something. Maybe nothing.

Then he slid the balcony door open and stepped out.

Her head snapped up.

She panicked—visibly. Quickly stubbing the cigarette out against the ashtray and tossing it, waving smoke away with a frantic hand like a teenager caught sneaking out.

—Lan, fuck, I...— she stood up in a rush, brushing her hands down the front of the hoodie like she could hide it.

He stepped closer, gentle, brows pinched in quiet concern. —Morning, baby. You alright?—

Amelie smiled tightly, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. Her voice cracked just a bit. —Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep. Needed air.—

Lando bent down, aiming to kiss her good morning, but just before his lips could reach hers, she turned her face slightly to the side.

—Ew, no— she tried to joke, waving her hand between them —I stink. I’ll brush first, promise.—

Lando blinked at her. That wasn’t like her. Amelie never said no to a morning kiss. Not even when she had morning breath. She always teased him about “not being able to resist her either way.”

He nodded slowly. —Alright. I’ll wait, stinky.—

She tried to laugh, but it was hollow. She slipped past him, fingers trailing along the railing as she walked back inside barefoot. Benny twisted in Lando’s arms, but he didn’t put him down yet. He just stared after her, standing alone on the balcony with Björn now twining around his ankles, glaring at the sea like it had answers.

The rest of the morning was… off.

She moved through the flat like a ghost. Barely touching her food. Ignoring the TV. Lando had made pancakes—her favorite, even added Nutella and strawberries. Normally she'd be perched on the counter, stealing bites from the spatula, playfully smearing chocolate on his cheek, calling him mi chef guapo. Today? She just sat curled up on the couch, legs under her, picking at a pancake with her fork without eating much more than a few bites.

The movie on TV played quietly. Ratatouille. One of her comfort films.

She didn’t laugh. Didn’t smile.

Lando kept glancing at her between bites, trying to make conversation. He even tried a bad French accent at one point—got nothing more than a small hum in response. No eye contact.

She didn’t even correct him when he called Remy “the blue rat thing.”

Something wasn’t right.

But no matter what he tried—kisses to her temple, fingers brushing hers, even gently tugging her hoodie sleeve to pull her closer—she didn’t lean in like usual. She just gave him that same flat, polite smile.

He eventually gave up.

—I think I’m gonna go for a run,— he said softly, standing by the door and glancing at her curled form on the couch. She didn’t look up.

—Okay. Be safe.— came her automatic reply.

Lando stared at her for a second longer, then nodded and slipped on his trainers. The door shut quietly behind him.

He didn’t run far. Just down the promenade, past a few yachts, the air warm and salty. He wasn’t really timing himself. He just needed to clear his head.

She hadn’t been like this in months.

Something had happened.

He pulled his phone from his pocket mid-run, just to scroll. Check messages. Maybe get distracted.

And that’s when he saw it.

Trending on Twitter.

“Cameron Boyce would’ve turned 26 today.”

Fuck.

It hit him like a punch to the chest.

Of course.

Fuck. Of course.

He slowed to a stop, heart still racing but for a different reason now. His thumb hovered over the screen. Her name was there, too, in the related tags. Old photos. Fan edits. Candle emojis.

Cameron.

He remembered how she used to talk about him. Like he was the sun. Like she couldn’t say his name without that soft tremble in her voice. Her best friend. Her first love. The boy who always reminded her to breathe when things got too loud. The boy she never really stopped missing.

Suddenly everything made sense.

The cigarette. The silence. The way she couldn’t meet his eyes.

Lando stood there for a long moment, hand on his waist, phone clenched tightly. Heart aching a little for her.

He had known this day would come. But he hadn’t known how much it would hurt to watch her go through it.

He turned around, already heading back toward the apartment, the run forgotten. All he wanted now was to hold her. To let her grieve. To not let her carry it alone.

Because she didn’t have to anymore.

Not when she had him.

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ameliedayman: always missing you my angel. happy 26th. see you in the next life. love you forever 🤍

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elysiadayman: he’d be so proud of you sis. always with you 🕊️🤍 → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman love you

callumdayman: thinking of him today. love you → ameliedayman: @callumdayman love you always

maxfewtrell: sending you a big hug. cam would be proud → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell thank you maxie 🖤

lanmeliesupremacy: crying because she never forgets him 😭🕊️ → dayman_doll: @lanmeliesupremacy she carries him with her always, you can tell 🥺

pitwallwitch: idc what anyone says, this is such a beautiful post. grief doesn’t expire.

landofanacc: and this is why i love her, she’s so real and grounded 🥹 → mclarenswifey: @landofanacc and strong af for sharing something this vulnerable

cryingoverlanmelie: the fact she’s still carrying him in her heart AND loving lando so deeply 🥲 it’s giving soul depth → lanmeliecentral: @cryingoverlanmelie she’s truly got that once-in-a-generation heart

ameliedaymanshines: reminder that cameron would be LIVING for her right now. movies. music. love. everything. → angelicdayman: @ameliedaymanshines fr he’d be first in the comments saying “that’s my girl” 😭

f1wagsunite: this post always hits so hard every year. grief is forever. so is love 🤍 → gridhearts: @f1wagsunite and she handles both so gracefully. cam would be proud. we all are.

alexwolffofficial: he’s got the best view up there. sending you love today, always

sunshines4cam: this post hurts and heals at the same time 🕊️ → melancholyamelie: @sunshines4cam grief posts like these are sacred. i cry every year

wags_unfiltered: watching her hold space for Cameron and love Lando just as fully? she’s a whole universe of a woman

georgerussell63: he’ll always be with you. proud of you always → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 thank you george

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The sun had dipped low by the time Amelie finally peeled herself off the bed.

The bedroom was dim now, just the faint pink of the sunset bleeding through the curtains. She'd spent most of the day curled up in the same position, her cheek pressed to Lando's pillow, the scent of him clinging to the cotton like it was trying to coax her out of herself. Her throat was raw from crying earlier. Her head pounded. Her chest ached with that old, familiar hollow feeling. She hadn’t eaten. Hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t moved, really, except to let Benny crawl under the blanket beside her and purr against her ribs.

She was sure both cats had been watching her all day—little sentries of soft fur and big, worried eyes.

Benny had barely left her side, occasionally licking her knuckles like he knew. Like he remembered the last time she’d gone this quiet.

Björn had been more subtle. Guarding the door. Meowing once or twice like he wanted her to follow him. Scratching at the carpet outside the ensuite and then staring at her with those too-human eyes that always made her wonder what he saw when he looked at her.

They were still there when she stood up, legs shaky, hoodie hanging off her frame like a ghost. Benny meowed once from the bed, then jumped down and padded after her. Björn was already waiting at the threshold, tail flicking. She gave them both a tired, crooked smile.

—Alright, alright. I’m coming. Hungry little monsters.—

She didn’t expect to see him right away. She figured he might still be out, or maybe sulking in his sim room, giving her space. She hadn't deserved how kind he'd been this morning. She knew she’d shut him out, and it wasn’t his fault. None of this was.

But then—

As she stepped into the main hallway, her bare feet cold against the marble, she caught the faintest smell.

Tomatoes. Basil. Garlic. Her favorite wine sauce. The scent drifted from the kitchen like a memory, wrapping around her like a hug.

And then she saw him.

Lando.

On the couch.

His curls were damp from a post-run shower, and he’d changed into soft sweats and one of his old McLaren hoodies. His socked feet were propped on the edge of the coffee table, one hand resting on the throw pillow. The TV flickered with the soft glow of Pride & Prejudice—the 2005 one. Her comfort movie.

And the dining table?

Set for two.

Candles lit. Her favorite plates—the mismatched vintage ones she'd found at a market in Paris. A cloth napkin folded like he’d YouTubed it. Wine already breathing in the decanter. The big glass bowl of pasta still steaming.

Lando hadn’t noticed her yet. He was staring at the TV, brows slightly furrowed, lost in the movie like he was watching it for her.

Her throat closed.

God, she didn’t deserve this man.

She didn’t deserve the way he always knew. The way he never pushed. The way he’d come back from his run and done all this, quietly, just in case she needed it.

Amelie crossed the room slowly, her fingers tightening around the sleeves of his hoodie like she might fall apart otherwise. Benny hopped onto the armrest of the couch and then jumped to curl next to Björn. Lando looked up at the sudden movement, his eyes meeting hers.

And then she was climbing onto the couch next to him without a word, curling into his side like her whole body just ached to be close.

Lando didn't hesitate.

He opened his arms instantly, pulled her against his chest, and kissed the side of her head. —Hey, baby. You’re okay.—

That’s all it took.

The second his lips touched her temple, something in her snapped. Broke wide open.

A choked sob tore from her chest before she could stop it, and suddenly she was crying—really crying—all over again, her hands gripping his hoodie, face buried in his shoulder.

—I’m sorry,— she whispered between gasps, her whole body trembling. —I’m so sorry, Lan, I didn’t mean to shut you out, I just... I just couldn’t today, and I didn’t know how to say it, and then the stupid fucking Twitter post and I just... I missed him, and I missed you, and I didn’t know how to be without feeling like I was betraying him and I...—

Lando shifted without a word, gently pulling her fully into his lap like she weighed nothing, wrapping his arms around her tightly. One hand rubbed soothing circles on her back while the other cradled her head, holding her like he could keep her together with just his touch.

He rocked her.

Back and forth.

Like she was something precious. Like she was breakable. Like he knew what she needed more than she did.

—I’ve got you, Ames,— he murmured softly. —I’ve always got you.—

She cried until the tightness in her chest began to loosen, until her tears quieted into hiccups, until her breathing slowed enough to speak again.

Lando didn’t say anything. He just let her fall apart and held her through all of it, his thumb brushing gently at the corner of her eye when she finally looked up at him, cheeks blotchy and raw.

She was curled into his lap like a child now, knees tucked against his thighs. The cats had both stayed close, Björn curled on the armrest, Benny purring at her feet like a guardian.

She sniffled. —You cooked.—

He smiled, soft and boyish. —Yeah. Hope I didn’t burn the garlic this time.—

She shook her head, voice small. —You set the table. With the Paris plates.—

—I Googled how to fold a napkin into a swan. Failed miserably. Ended up doing that fan shape thing instead.—

A small, wet laugh escaped her lips, and Lando’s heart squeezed.

She stared at him for a moment longer. And then she whispered, —You’re too good to me.—

Lando leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the space just between her brows. —I’m just trying to love you the way you deserve. Even on the hard days.—

She swallowed thickly, heart pounding. God, he was so sweet.

She couldn’t reject that. Not him. Not the food. Not the movie. Not the arms wrapped around her like she was home.

—Okay,— she said softly. —But you’re feeding me. I don’t have the strength to twirl spaghetti.—

Lando grinned, a dimple flashing. —Deal. But I’m doing the airplane noises like you’re three.—

Amelie groaned. —You’re so annoying.—

—You love it.—

—I really do.—

And for the first time all day, she meant it.

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liked by callumdayman, alexwolffofficial, and others lanmelieupdates: Lando and Amelie were spotted taking a quiet walk around Monaco tonight after all the chaos of the weekend 🧡 he had his arm around her the whole time and they looked so soft… post-win glow and peace with his girl 🥹🌙 View all 66,982 comments

lanmeliesupremacy: she cried today and he still made her smile… soulmate behavior fr → simp4lanmelie: @lanmeliesupremacy i saw the vid of them laughing on the bench i SOBBED

mcclarenwives: she probably told him stories abt cameron while they walked 🥺 → lanl0ver: @mcclarenwives and you just know he listened so carefully and kissed her forehead after 😭

wagsunhinged: amelie in her wag wife era. lando better drop the knee soon 😭 → mrsnorris: @wagsunhinged she already got his last name on speed dial don't worry

camislilrose: he’s literally walking his girl through monaco like it’s a romcom i’m sick → lanfanbaby: @camislilrose she’s the main character AND the love interest bye

chaoticwags: nah bc this man won monaco and still said “my girl first”

monaqueen: the city of monaco seeing lanmelie hand in hand AGAIN like it’s tradition → zenzaddy: @monaqueen every year. same walk. different level of whipped.

chaoticwags: lando walking her thru monaco like he promised cam he’d take care of her 😭 → norisimp: @chaoticwags i’m actually not well rn. like this is soulmate coded fr

gridgirlies: imagine winning monaco and your gf still looks like the real prize → f1gfenergy: @gridgirlies no bc lando def stared at her more than the trophy

lanmelieforeverrr: that boy won monaco and said “now let’s go on a lil date” 😭 → quadwifey: @lanmelieforeverrr he’s just a baby boy in love i fear 😭🧡

f1baddie: cameron watching them from the stars like “yeah u did good kid” 🥹 → pastelpitstop: @f1baddie crying throwing up screaming. leave me alone

lanfanclub: he’s calm now but i know he was screaming internally every time she smiled 😭 → gridsideglam: @lanfanclub not internally he prob texted max “bro she smiled again” mid-walk 💀

f1mami: he held her bag. HE. HELD. HER. BAG. → monacoedits: @f1mami i know her love language is acts of service and he’s eating it up 💅🏼

maxfewstann: they’ve entered their domestic era and i’m spiraling → quadrantchaos: @maxfewstann one yacht party, one club makeout, one walk = MARRIED

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The night had grown quiet, save for the rhythmic hush of waves against the shore.

After dinner, Amelie had insisted they go for a walk. No destination, no conversation—just hand in hand, slipping out of the house and down the stone path that led to the cliffs. The coastal air was cool and salted, brushing against their cheeks as the stars blinked into the navy sky one by one. Lando didn’t ask questions. He simply followed, her hand warm in his, thumb brushing the back of her fingers every few steps like he was checking she was still there.

Now, they sat on the old weathered bench near the edge of the lookout, slightly tilted from years of use, the wood creaking faintly under their weight. The ocean spread out before them in endless black and silver, the moon laying a path of light across its surface. It was the kind of quiet that made you feel small. Or maybe safe.

Amelie hugged her knees to her chest, chin resting on them, her fingers twitching where they overlapped. She hadn’t spoken since they left the house.

Lando glanced at her from the side, giving her space. His arm was stretched along the back of the bench, just close enough that if she leaned into him, he’d catch her. But she didn’t. Not yet.

She was staring at the sea like it had answers.

He waited.

It was a long time before she spoke, her voice small, almost hesitant.

—He used to love the ocean.—

Lando blinked, turning his head slightly. He didn’t say anything, just listened.

Amelie kept her eyes on the water.

—Cameron.— she clarified softly. —We'd go out to the beach after shoots sometimes. Even if it was freezing. He said the ocean made everything feel... less heavy. I used to think it was dumb, but now... I get it.—

Lando’s heart tugged in his chest. He stayed quiet.

—I’ve never really talked about him. Not like this,— she murmured, almost to herself. —Everyone either tiptoes around it, or looks at me like I might break if they say his name. And I didn’t want to burden anyone. So I just... kept it to myself.—

She laughed, bitter and dry.

—But it doesn’t stay inside. It leaks out. In little ways. The silence. The spirals. The days I can’t get out of bed. And I hate that. I hate how much it still hurts.—

Her voice cracked on the last word.

Lando shifted closer, but still didn’t touch her. He could feel her vibrating, like a string pulled too tight.

—I was nineteen,— she whispered. —Nineteen and in love with my best friend. And one day he was there, and then... he wasn’t. Just gone. Like the universe made a mistake and couldn’t fix it fast enough.—

She bit her lip, hard. Her eyes shimmered in the moonlight.

—I remember everything. The sound of the call. The way my mom dropped her phone. The screaming. The silence that came after. I remember being numb for weeks. Months. Smiling through red carpets like my insides weren’t ashes.—

Her arms wrapped tighter around her knees.

—He was the first person who saw me. Like really saw me. Not the actress. Not the singer. Just me. And I thought I’d never find that again. I didn’t even want to. It felt like cheating. Like if I let myself be happy without him, I’d be erasing him.—

Finally, she turned her head toward Lando, her expression crumpling.

—But then you happened.—

Lando’s breath caught in his throat.

—You showed up in my life with your stupid sim rig and your dumb jokes and your terrible British accent impressions. And you made me laugh again. You made me feel again. And I fought it, God, I fought it so hard because I didn’t think I was allowed to feel that way again. But I do.—

She swallowed, and for the first time since they sat, she leaned into him, letting her head fall against his shoulder.

—I love you, Lando. And sometimes that terrifies me. Because it means I've moved forward. It means I’m still here. And sometimes that feels unfair.—

He turned then, carefully wrapping both arms around her, drawing her into his chest until she was tucked beneath his chin. His voice, when it came, was quiet and steady.

—Amelie... loving again doesn’t erase him. Nothing ever could. And you don’t have to choose between honoring him and letting yourself live. He mattered. He matters. And so do you.—

Her fingers clutched at his hoodie.

—I’m scared I’ll forget him. That the world already has.—

Lando kissed the top of her head.

—You won’t forget. Not ever. He’s in everything you do. In your art. In your kindness. In the way you fight for people. He’s a part of you, Ames. And nothing... not time, not grief, not even love... can take that away.—

She let out a shuddering breath, eyes finally closing, the tears slipping free without resistance now. Lando held her tighter.

They stayed like that for a long while. Just breathing. Just listening to the waves.

And for the first time in a very long time, Amelie didn’t feel like she was drowning in it.

She felt like maybe—just maybe—she could float.