#cisca Norris

[thesportsprgirl]

This is so sweet 🥹

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[fourlando]

no one talk to me 🥹

[cuthechicane]

first home race win with mama

[ari-ana-bel-la]

hello, dear! i love your posts, could you do one where Lando goes out for race week and he leaves the baby with his mother, and when he comes back, she was upset because she missed him so much and says he had abandoned her, and wouldn't leave grandma's lap, but then she forgives him😂 thank you, girl, you're best❤️

Granny knows best

Lando had never known a love quite like the one he had for Yn. From the moment she was born, his world had shifted completely, revolving around the tiny human who looked up at him with big, trusting eyes. She was his pride and joy, his little princess, and leaving her for race weeks never got any easier.

But he had a job to do. So, as much as it pained him, he had to trust his mother to take care of his baby girl while he travelled for the latest race.

"Daddy will be back before you know it, sweetheart," Lando had promised, kneeling in front of Yn, who stood in her little pink pajamas, clutching her stuffed bunny. "Be a good girl for Granny, okay?"

Yn had pouted, her lower lip quivering as she clung to him. "But I don’t want you to go, Daddy."

Lando’s heart had clenched painfully. "I know, baby, I don’t want to go either. But I’ll call you every day, and I’ll bring you a present when I come back."

She had hesitated, considering his words. "A pink present?"

Lando had chuckled, brushing a curl from her forehead. "The pinkest present I can find."

Reluctantly, Yn had let him go, though her big, sad eyes had haunted him throughout the weekend.

—

When Lando returned home after the race, tired but eager to see his daughter, he had expected a warm welcome. What he didn’t expect was to be met with absolute coldness from his little girl.

Yn sat on his mother’s lap, tiny arms wrapped around Cisca’s neck, her head buried in her grandmother’s shoulder. She didn’t so much as glance at Lando when he stepped into the living room, holding a large pink teddy bear in his arms.

"Baby! I’m back!" he announced cheerfully, kneeling in front of the couch with open arms.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of excitement.

Lando frowned. "Yn? Don’t you want to come to Daddy?"

The little girl turned her face further into her grandmother’s shoulder. "No."

Lando blinked in confusion. "No? What do you mean no?"

Cisca smirked, patting Yn’s back. "She’s been quite upset with you, Lando."

"Upset?" he repeated, glancing at his father, who was chuckling quietly from his armchair.

Adam grinned. "Oh, you’re in trouble, son."

Lando sat back on his heels, utterly baffled. "Yn, baby, what’s wrong? Daddy missed you so much."

Finally, she lifted her head, her big brown eyes filled with unshed tears. "You abandoned me."

Lando’s mouth fell open. "What?!"

Yn nodded solemnly, her tiny face heartbreakingly serious. "You left me. I cried. I missed you so much, Daddy. And you weren’t here."

Lando felt like the worst father in the world. He dropped the teddy bear and reached for her, but she turned away again, tightening her grip on Cisca. "No, I stay with Granny."

Cisca gave Lando a teasing look. "Looks like you’re gonna have to work for it, tough guy."

Lando sighed, running a hand through his curls. "Baby, I didn’t want to leave you. But you know Daddy has to go race, right? It’s my job."

Yn sniffled. "I don’t like your job."

"Me neither, sometimes," Lando admitted with a soft smile. "But it helps Daddy take care of you. And I always come back, don’t I?"

Yn didn’t answer.

Cisca chuckled. "She’s not convinced yet."

Adam, clearly enjoying the scene, smirked. "Come on, lad, where’s that famous charm?"

Lando groaned. "Okay, okay. Yn, I brought you something!"

He grabbed the pink teddy bear and held it up. "Look! I got this just for you. It’s the pinkest teddy bear I could find!"

Yn glanced at it briefly before turning back to her grandmother. "I already have teddies."

Lando gasped dramatically. "But this one is special! I picked it out just for my best girl!"

She hesitated, her fingers curling into Cisca’s sweater. "I don’t know."

Lando sighed, dropping onto the floor in a dramatic heap. "Oh no. My baby doesn’t love me anymore. My heart is breaking. I might never recover."

Adam let out a booming laugh. "Good performance, son."

Cisca smiled, rubbing Yn’s back. "What do you think, sweetheart? Should we forgive Daddy?"

Yn turned her serious gaze to her grandmother. "Should I, Granny?"

Lando sat up quickly. "Oi! You’re asking Granny?"

Cisca laughed. "I think Daddy is very sorry, darling."

Yn turned back to Lando, eyeing him suspiciously. "Are you really sorry, Daddy?"

Lando nodded vigorously. "So, so, soooo sorry. I missed you every single second I was gone."

Yn studied him for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "Okay. But only if you never leave again."

Lando winced. "Baby, I have to leave sometimes…"

Yn narrowed her eyes. "Then more pink presents."

Lando grinned. "Deal."

Finally, she reached out, and Lando wasted no time pulling her into his arms, kissing her forehead repeatedly. "I missed you so much, little bean."

Yn giggled, snuggling into his chest. "Missed you too, Daddy."

Cisca and Adam shared an amused look.

"You know," Adam mused, "I think she’s got you wrapped around her little finger."

Lando sighed dramatically, rocking Yn in his arms. "Yeah. And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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[artemispt]

Cisca yelling “I love you” and Lando smiling and waving at her 🥹

[l4ndowife]

lando on his parents watching the race:

“My dad struggles to watch the first laps, and my mum is the same. When they are in the garage, sometimes my mum has to leave just to get the first lap out of the way then come back in. She has always looked out for me, and she knows how dangerous it is.

Parents always think like that more than we do as drivers.

They think of the worst before the best but I know they are in it with me. My mum always says she is on my shoulder while I am driving. She is always in the car with me.”

[pastryfication]

dancing with our hand tied — oscar piastri

love at first sight isn’t something you’ve given much thought in your eighteen years of life, but when you meet oscar, that changes completely. just too bad that your brother doesn’t approve at all.

bringing back a very old request that i started on a light-year ago… part two here

Lando kept his hand squeezed tightly in yours all the way through the paddock, not even letting go to stop and sign the merchandise fans were so eagerly holding up towards him. It confused the committed Formula 1 fans who weren’t used to seeing him in such a hurry, and especially not on media day. What was wrong with him?

The answer wasn’t what. The answer was found in the person being dragged behind him, almost running to keep up with his brisk pace. You.

It was your first race since last year’s Silverstone—where you’d been flanked by your entire family and therefore hadn’t been alone for a single second—so your older brother was terribly afraid that you would somehow get lost and scared and hurt, and he would be damned if that happened on his watch. Not when his parents so very generously had given him responsibility of you for the weekend. A responsibility he took very seriously. 

It was no secret that you were Lando’s baby. The youngest of five, you were the whole family’s baby to be completely precise, but Lando had always been especially fond of you. 

Maybe it came from the little boy who was shorter than two of his younger sisters and therefore claimed the third his favourite. Maybe it was the way you had always looked up him; staring at him through big, admiring eyes as though he could do nothing wrong, even when he felt like he screwed up everything. Or maybe it was just a classic case of caring older brother who remembered the small, innocent baby who had been placed in his seven-year-old arms and wanted you to stay that way forever.  

Whatever it was, it was clear to everyone that you were Lando’s baby. 

“You’ll stay right here, okay?” Lando was looking at you with his most serious expression, and you bit your cheek to stop yourself from reminding him that you had turned eighteen last month. Technically, you were an adult now, and he didn’t have the same power over you that he used to, but you were pretty sure that he wouldn’t like to hear that, so you held yourself back and instead gave him a nod in reply.

“I won’t move a single inch, Lan, I swear.” You assure him, holding back a giggle at his deep frown. “I’ve been here before, you know.”

“Yeah, but never alone.” He looked around worriedly, as if willing a familiar face to spring out and look after you. “There isn’t even someone from Oscar’s family to keep you company.”

“I think I’ll be fine either way.” 

He didn’t seem convinced, far from actually, but when he was called upon by his PR-manager, he had no choice but to leave you to your own devices, but not without a lingering kiss to your hair and yet another warning look that you shrugged off with a teasing smile. 

-

Oscar couldn’t recognise you. He was standing in the hospitality, waiting for his morning coffee to be made, when he spotted you from across the room. You were sitting alone on the best sofa with a glass of iced tea resting beside you like it was the most normal thing in the world, but he had no idea who you were.

The area around the screens was usually reserved for friends and family of the drivers, but he was alone this weekend and Lando hadn’t mentioned anyone coming either. Maybe you were confused and had planted yourself there by mistake. It didn’t hurt anyone, he thought to himself, deciding to let the matter rest, but when you turned around and he caught sight of your face, it seemed that any excuse to start up a conversation with you would be good.

He wasn’t a very poetic person, had barely passed English literature in high school, but the way you looked could simply not be described as anything but divine. 

His breath hitched in his throat and when his coffee was placed on the counter, he picked it up with more eagerness than ever before and set off towards the couch.

“Hi,” He was smiling politely, trying desperately not to seem too diligent. “Are you lost?” 

You looked up from your phone, surprised. “No, I don’t think so. Am I not allowed to sit here?”

“Well, this area is actually reserved for family of the drivers…” He shrugged apologetically.

“Oh, well I am family! Have we never met? I’m Lando’s sister.” You hesitated for a moment, scanning his face. It was the first time you saw him up close, but he looked exactly as he did on all the pictures you had found yourself staring at a bit too long. 

He was taken aback for a moment, a frown forming between his eyebrows. “Really? I’ve never seen you around before. I’m Oscar.”

He held out his hand, and you took it, shaking it carefully. His skin was warm and rough, contrasting to your smooth palms. 

“I know.” You answered. “That you’re Oscar, I mean. I think everyone here knows that.”

He held back a smile, a small blush forming on his cheeks. “Oh. Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

You both smiled for a moment, keeping eye contact. “Well, sorry for assuming that you didn’t know what you were doing.” He looked around for a moment. “Can I join you?”

You smiled. “Yeah, of course.” You scooted to the side, allowing him to sit.

-

That night, after had Lando dropped you off at the hotel room directly across from his (because apparently a few meters was paramount to your safety), you were lying awake, tossing and turning. 

Your conversation with Oscar kept playing in your mind; the way he looked at you, eyes full of wonder, the way his hand accidently brushed yours, causing warmth to flutter through your body, and most importantly, the way he paid so close attention to what you were saying, as if you weren’t a young teenager, but instead an intelligent equal, with interesting knowledge and opinions. It had left you flustered, staring after him when he eventually had to leave for his obligations.

He was cute. 

-

The rest of the race weekend went by routinely, Lando breathing down your neck as always, following you around like an overly eager guard dog, but this time, you kept sneaking glances to the other side of the garage, hoping to catch a look at Oscar. Just a small glimpse of his blond hair would have made you happy, but it was near impossible when Lando insisted you stay in the far corner, out of “harm’s way”.

Therefore, it was no surprise when you boarded the plane towards London on Monday with no other interactions with Oscar than your first conversation, and even though you couldn’t explain why, it made your heart ache in a weird way. Apparently, he felt the same. 

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Oscar ended up staying almost a week, sleeping in your apartment with you, waiting on your couch when you came home from university, and making dinner together each evening in your small kitchen. You had become almost domestic by the time he had to leave again, and you felt as though you had known the crooked smiled boy for years, not a mere few weeks, when it finally came to saying goodbye at the airport. Oscar was hesitant to leave as well, stopping several times to look back, even after you’d hugged and kissed for more time than considered normal.

When he finally was out of sight, you stood still for a moment too, felling heavier than you had in a while, now that you had to go home to an empty apartment for the first time in what felt like forever. 

You were just about to turn around when your phone buzzed in your hand. Oscar was calling.

You picked up on the second ring, immediately pressing the phone to your ear as a smile broke onto your face again.

“Hi,” Your voice was a bit breathless even though you were standing completely still. 

“Hi,” he retorted, a smile evident in his voice. “I just wanted to hear your voice again. Make sure you weren’t just a dream I made up.”

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“You don’t know what you’re doing!” Lando was distressed, pacing the floor of your apartment as his voice gradually got louder. He was high on adrenaline, shaking from the inside and out, but his voice was firm.

“I do know what I’m doing. I’m in a mature, committed relationship with a guy that I like.” You were sitting on the couch, staying infuriatingly calm and standing your ground despite the way he was riling you up.

“You don’t know what a mature relationship is.” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “You’ve had what? One boyfriend? One fucking high school boyfriend?” The way he stood, tall and deafening, while you slowly shrank in on yourself on the couch made you feel like a little kid again. “Don’t act like you know anything about a mature relationship. You don’t. And Oscar is taking advantage of that.”

His words pierced like a blade in your stomach, twisting around a knife he had planted when he first started shouted.

“Don’t be mean.” Your voice broke on the last syllable. “You don’t know anything, Lando.”

He flinched at the way you said his name. No teasing, no affection, no Lan. He softened his voice then, still demeaning, still piercing through you, but quieter now, more like the careful softness he usually held around you. 

“I do know, though.” He raked a hand through his hair. “I have seven years more experience than you in every field there is. And you who also has that? Oscar.”

“He’s not using me, Lan. He’s not.” You were crying now, couldn’t stop it when he was looking at you like that, like you were letting him down. He was making you question everything about the boy who had slept so many nights in your bed, caressing your hair, kissing your bare skin, and telling you how beautiful you were. Had it really been too good to be true? Had it been lies upon lies?

Lando’s resolve softened even further when he caught sight of your tears, a cooing sound immediately escaping him. He tried to reach out, to comfort you the same way he had done so many times before, but you flinched away, willing yourself to disappear completely into the couch and he swore he felt his heart break in his chest. 

“Just think about it, okay? Don’t jump into it too fast.” His hand was hovering over your back, fingers clenching in desperation. He just wanted to stop the tears still streaming freely from your eyes. “I just want what’s best for you. You know that.”

And you knew that. That was the worst part. That was the problem. 

PART TWO HERE

[marieshyperf1xations]

To quote Kym Illman, who took the first 2 photos:

“Mum and Dad were posing in front of the McLaren car and Lando just happened to walk past at this particular moment and flopped back in their arms for this beautiful three-shot.”

I can so picture him just going flop, deal with it, I want Mum and Dad time for a sec now. He’s so dorky and I love it. Also I absolutely adore seeing grown men be secure enough to openly be affectionate with their parents.

At the end of the day he’s still their little boy 🥺🧡

[britishgpwinnerlando]

wholesome moments 🥹

[thesportsprgirl]

I remember seeing this moment from the original podium shot. Knowing now that it was him reacting to his mum saying "I love you" is going to make me sob my eyes out. I love how openly this family loves... the absolute sweetest.

[fourlando]

lando and his mum in the garage today 🥹

[mctwinkdom]

Norris siblings ❤️

[landopics]

@Lucyclareillustrations 

[subiiee]

Awww 😭 Queen Reyes liking @autosport post about Lando’s mom being his lucky charm

[l4ndowife]

lando and his family 🤧

[pastryfication]

say yes to the dress

pairing: lando norris x reader (or more likely lando’s family x reader) note: i have been watching way too much say yes to the dress lately so i just couldn’t stop myself from writing this.

the soft chime of the bell above the boutique door rings as you step inside, followed by a warm rush of air scented with lavender and vanilla. the room is bathed in soft light that reflects off the rows of pristine white wedding dresses hanging delicately on their racks. you take a deep breath, feeling the thrill and nerves swirl in your chest. today is the day. today, you’ll—hopefully—find the dress.

your mother is the first to stride forward, her eyes twinkling with excitement. she squeezes your hand, a mix of pride and nostalgia evident in her lingering gaze. “i can’t believe my little girl is getting married,” she says softly, her voice catching in her throat. “i can still remember when you were a little baby resting on my chest.”

beside her, your sister grins, playfully nudging your shoulder. “she’s about to be mrs. lando norris!” she teases, drawing a laugh from you. it still feels surreal, like a beautiful dream you never want to wake up from.

lando’s mother, cisca, approaches you with a warm smile, her two daughters—your future sisters-in-law—flo and cisca, close behind. “i think we’re all in for a treat today,” she says, her eyes scanning the racks of dresses. “we’re not leaving until we find *the* one.”

you look around, feeling surrounded by so much love. these are your people, your family. it’s just the six of you today—no cameras, no fanfare, just a group of women on a mission to find the dress that will make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

the boutique owner, an elegant woman with a thick french accent, greets you all warmly. she gestures toward a plush seating area with a mirrored platform. “please, make yourselves comfortable. i’ll bring out a selection to start with. if there’s anything specific you’re looking for, let me know.”

the anticipation bubbles inside you as you take a seat, flanked by your sister on one side and flo on the other. you look over at the group, feeling grateful to have everyone here with you. “so, i’m thinking something simple, maybe lace—”

“maybe lace?” your sister interrupts, raising an eyebrow. “girl, you’re about to marry lando freaking norris. this is your moment to shine!”

you laugh, feeling your cheeks warm as you send her a playful glare. “okay, maybe a little sparkle, but nothing too crazy.”

flo leans over, whispering conspiratorially. “don’t worry, we’ll make sure you look stunning. lan won’t know what hit him.”

the boutique owner returns with a selection of dresses, each more beautiful than the last. as you browse through them, running your fingers over the intricate beadwork and soft silks, you hesitate, glancing at the price tags. it’s hard not to feel a pang of guilt at the sight of the numbers, even though you know lando would give you the world if you asked.

“i don’t want to go overboard,” you say quietly, almost to yourself. “i mean, we have a budget, and i don’t want to spend too much—”

cisca turns to you, her expression immediately softening. she places a gentle hand on your arm. “sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about that. you have no budget. lando wants you to have exactly what you want and he’ll take care of everything. if you even think about being humble, i’ll have him on speed dial.”

you blink, taken aback by her generosity and the easy confidence with which she says it. “i just . . . i don’t want to—”

she shakes her head with a reassuring smile. “this day is about you, and lando doesn’t want you to hold back. you’re part of our family now, and we want you to feel as special as you are.”

your mother nods in agreement, her eyes misty. “you deserve this, honey. you and lando both do.”

you feel your heart swell, grateful beyond words. you’ve always known Lando would do anything for you, but to hear his family say it, to feel their unwavering support—it’s everything. you’re marrying into more than a relationship; you’re becoming a part of something bigger, something that’s filled with love.

you try on the first few dresses, and all of them are gorgeous, but they don’t feel special. it isn’t until you take one of the most simple gowns, a soft lace gown that hugs your figure just right, that your heart gets stuck in your throat.

you step onto the platform and look at yourself in the mirror. for a moment, you’re speechless. you see yourself, not just as a bride, but as a woman surrounded by the people who love her most.

there’s a collective gasp from the group, and you turn to see their faces lit up with joy. your sister is already snapping photos on her phone, and lando’s sisters are whispering to each other, both clearly enamored with the dress.

cisca wipes away a tear, her smile broad. “you look absolutely stunning. everybody’s gonna be speechless.”

you feel a surge of happiness as you spin around, the dress twirling elegantly. “do you think this is the one?”

your mother stands, crossing the room to take your hands in hers. “only you can decide that, but if it feels right, it’s perfect.”

you glance back at your reflection, and you know. it’s perfect. this is the dress you’ll walk down the aisle in, the dress you’ll wear when you say, “i do,” to the love of your life.

and as you stand there, surrounded by laughter, kind words, and the unconditional love of the women around you, you know this is just the beginning of a lifetime of beautiful moments.