#lando norris x reader story

[enjoy-the-butterf1ies]

The Garden: A Story of a Stable Boy And a Princess- Chapter One

Pairing: Lando Norris × Princess! Reader

Summary: Royalty AU. In which a small town stable boy with big dreams falls for the princess of F1 Kingdom. Will the stars align for such an unlikely pair?

Things to know: This is a fantasy/royalty AU so it's placed in the olden times! The setting of our story is F1 Kingdom; and in replace of F1 racing we have horse racing instead. So it's the same concept as F1 but on horses rather than cars. Each team (Mclaren, Ferrari, Alpine, Redbull, etc.) represents a different village in the kingdom. And that's the gist of what you need to know! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: The last thing princess y/n expected on her day out was to nearly be trampled by a horse- and it’s rather cute owner.

Warnings: Cussing, (very light) mention of death of parent, probably typos.

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Being F1 kingdom’s princess came with a lot of responsibilities. Approve a court order, attend a meeting with a kingdom overseas, discuss how to feed the poorer citizens of your country. And somehow squeeze in a 3 pm dress fitting on top of all that.

That’s why you enjoyed your days off more than usual.

As much as you loved being a part of the royal family, it was indeed taxing work. The happiness of your citizens fell onto your shoulders and if you were unable to meet their requirements, they could surely turn on you within a week. Your father had prepared you for these tasks growing up- ever since he realized how unlikely it was for mother to make it to your adulthood.

And with your coronation in short of 3 months, you were more than prepared to take role as the queen of F1 Kingdom.

This kingdom meant everything to you. Your focus was purely on each village, from Ferrari to Williams, you loved each one the same. There wasn’t a thought on your mind aside from your role as princess.

Well, that was until you met him.

You lie in the grass of the royal garden, reading your favorite book.

On the days you had even a single resting moment, you would come to the garden. Something about the flowers comforted you- from orchids to peonies and hydrangeas to daisies- you would never tire of their colorful petals and comforting aroma. You enjoyed sitting at the fountain, running your fingers through the water and feeding the kind koi fish. On top of the fountain lay a grand statue of the castle, your home ever since you were born. A pond in the distance was home to many amphibians, their croaks like a song to your ears.

And the times when you were lucky to see a rabbit hopping through the grass or a caterpillar crawling amongst the bushes were especially exciting. You felt at peace out here.

Peace was a gift when you were a princess.

The garden was rather private, with walls blocking the outside world from getting in. Part of you was thankful for that, you couldn’t bear if anything were to happen to your safe space. It was adjacent from the stables and you could spot the window to your room from where you were sitting; but other than that, this garden was all yours.

You roll over on your stomach, flipping to another page in your book. Peace. You loved that word.

That’s when you heard it.

“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!! Yield horse, yield!!”

A shout. A rather panicked shout that started it all.

Your reflexes kicked in immediately, jumping to your feet and looking around for whoever was there. You suddenly saw a horse barreling out of the stables and towards you. Someone seemed to be atop the stallion.

“WATCH OUT!!”

And watch out you did, frantically hopping out of the way and dodging behind the fountain. You let out a yelp as the horse ran faster through the garden. You were safe, but it was too late for your favorite rose bush to be spared. The mysterious horse and it’s rider trampled over the shrub, scarlet petals falling to the ground like teardrops from your eyes. You gasped witnessing the scene in front of you.

Finally, after what could’ve easily been your untimely death, the charger stopped. The horse was as black as midnight and one of the tallest steeds you had ever seen. If you hadn’t nearly been killed by the reckless animal, you would’ve found it beautiful.

Speaking of reckless.

A young man hopped off the stallion, hand over his heart. His eyes were wide, petrified even- as if he was the one who was almost run over.

His dark curls bounced as he frantically jogged over to you, and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t a sight to look at. Loose white collar shirt tucked into his trousers, sweat painting his chest and forehead. A few of the curls stuck to the sides of his head and scruff decorated his rather sharp jawline.

Despite the way your heart lept from your chest, you were furious.

“You absolute buffoon!!” Was the first thing from your lips. You stomped over to him, finger in his face. “How idiotic do you have to race through this garden? My private garden, mind you! Do you even have a brain?!”

The man was silent, staring at you with wide eyes. This only fueled your madness. You ran over to the squashed rose bush, a cry escaping you. “Oh, my poor roses!” You gasped, kneeling down next to the crime scene. You felt the man’s presence behind you. “I could have you beheaded!!” You weren’t sure if you actually meant that or not. The wilted leaves lay miserably, and with it, your heart.

“My princess…” You heard him whisper. He had a sweet accent and part of you wondered where he was from. But that should be the last thing on your mind.

Brows furrowed, you stood up to face him. When you turned around he was kneeling in front of you, head hung low. At this scene, you shuffled on your feet awkwardly. You never did like the whole bowing thing.

“My flowers are ruined because of you and that horse,” Was all you said. It may seem silly to him but you didn’t care. That garden meant more than life itself to you.

The man stood up, guilt written on his face. He could barely meet your gaze. “My sincerest apologies,” He said, hand to his heart. “Arrow- er, the horse- got loose and I had no way of stopping him. He is one of the wildest ones.”

You crossed your arms. “You work in the stables?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes madame,”

“Do a better job.”

To your surprise, he let out a light chuckle. You had just given him an order and he is laughing. You sucked your teeth and glared at him.

“Pardon my ignorance princess, please,” He said, a smile tugging the corner of his lips. You couldn’t help but fight off a grin as well. “It happens to be my first day and I’ve already made a grand impression haven’t I?”

Your head turned to look at the horse, who had found a lovely patch of grass to chew on. You couldn’t help but relax your shoulders at the sight. Somehow, with the cheeky grin of this unnamed stable boy, you felt at ease. “He is rather beautiful, I must say,” You whispered, giving the man a soft smile.

The man’s eyes lit up. “Arrow is one of the finest in the stable,” He said proudly. “That is, when he does not run away.”

You chuckle. You quite liked his eyes. “I suppose I’ll spare you from a beheading today,” You joked. “Despite the chaos you managed to stop- Arrow, was it? From hurting me. For that I am grateful.” You curtsied and bowed your head in thanks.

“Oh princess, I should have never let him out in the first place,” He said sheepishly. You could see his cheeks heating up.

You giggled and you swore you could’ve seen him smile even wider at the sound. “That is true,” You shrugged. “Why was he out, may I ask?” You were genuinely curious. Typically, the stable boys were only there to do the dirty barn work. Horses were removed if they were needed, and it didn’t quite seem like Arrow had a job a moment ago.

The man rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “A rather stupid reason, I admit.” He muttered. “I can be brainless at times.”

You laughed. “We have already confirmed that, haven’t we?” You said. He grinned at you.

“Well, when you put it that way.”

His smile made you smile. You had no idea why.

“I have this dream of racing in Formula One someday,” He admitted, almost ashamed. “I hope nothing more than to ride the fastest horses in the kingdom, passing the finish line for my home village. I thought I would get a bit of practice in during my stable work… Clearly I have been in over my head.”

“Home village?”

“Mclaren.”

You found the corners of your lips upturning. “My favorite F1 team,” You chuckled. His eyes twinkled brighter than any star you had ever seen. “What is your name? Or should I continue to call you stable boy?”

Stable boy laughed at that and your heart swelled. “As nice of a ring ‘stable boy’ holds, my name is Lando. Lando Norris.” He held out his hand. You took it, and he kissed it, politely bowing once again. “And you are the most etheral sight in this garden, I must admit.”

“Oh, you flatter me,” You blushed deeply. In all the years of being princess, admirers from all over the world would fight for your affection. Princes, sultans, emperors, even. None of them deserved even a second of your day, despite how much your father pushed for you to marry. You were focused on your work, and nothing was to get in the way of that.

It also didn’t help that none of these rich men made your heart flutter like this stable boy did.

“I only speak the truth Princess Y/N,” Lando said, smirking. Your name fell from his tongue like velvet. You wish you could wipe that smirk off his face. “I do however feel horrible about your roses… They were second to your beauty.”

You bit your lip sadly, looking over at the ruined bush. “I did love them,” You whispered. Lando gave you a solemn look. “But I shall take time out of my schedule to plant them once again, I love a good project.” You had no idea when you would have free time again. Just the thought stressed you out horribly, but you tried to hide it.

“You are a busy woman,”

“Indeed,”

He sighed, shoulders slumped. It was clear he felt very guilty. Your eyes trailed over to Arrow once again, who was occupied with another fresh patch of grass. You grinned. “It seems as though Arrow just needed to get out of the stables for a bit,” You said to Lando, hoping to change the topic. The roses were an issue for another day.

Lando smiled thankfully. “He and I are one in the same in that way,” He whispered, staring at the stallion. You coked your head to the side in confusion.

“You don’t enjoy the barn?”

“Oh princess, would anyone enjoy the barn?”

You smiled slightly. “I suppose you’re right,”

“I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity to work for this family, do not misread me,” He quickly followed up. “But I feel as though I am meant to do more. I work from pay day to pay day, scooping waste and hardly making it by. I dream of a life far different from this.”

His story tugged at your heart with every word. You knew he could easily be saying this for pity, a raise- anything to benefit himself. But you didn’t believe that thought. You couldn’t.

Growing up you were always good at reading people like a book. Your father said it’s what makes you such a good leader- but you like to think it’s for a bundle of other reasons too.

Lando is a bit harder to read, and that intrigued you. He seemed like a complex man with a fine mind and future ahead of him. What seemed as a reckless stable boy at first turned out to be a kind gentleman with hope, and that was the last thing you had expected.

Suddenly, his laugh knocked you out of your thoughts. “I am so so sorry princess Y/N,” He chuckled, hand over his heart. You remained silent, confused as to why he was laughing. What a mystery, he was. “Here I am pouring my problems out on you when I have completely messed up your entire day. I apologize deeply. I get carried away sometimes. I will grab Arrow and you will never be bothered by us again, I can swear on that.”

He then started retrieve the stallion and you gasped. “Wait, Lando!” You interrupted him, more frantic than you would’ve liked to admit. You probably seemed insane. Nevertheless he turned around with an eyebrow cocked and a dorky grin on his lips. That hypnotizing grin. “Walk with me, I would like to show you something.”

He seemed confused by this. “If I am missing from work any longer I am sure there will be repercussions-“

“Screw the repercussions, I will see as though nothing will happen to you,” You cut him off and started walking towards the sight you wanted to show. You were almost as shocked at your own words as Lando was.

“Well, I can see why you are so beloved, Princess,” He said excitedly, jogging after you. “You are quite surprising. In the best way, of course.”

You tried to fight off the intense blush that followed his words.

You led him through a short passageway covered in vines. You could see him out of the corner of your eyes, messing with the leaves. You smiled internally and led him to a patch of dirt and weeds.

“Here,” You said, pointing to the sight.

Lando sucked in a breath. “Oh, I- uh, that is incredible. Very grassy, and uh- weeds. I do love weeds.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

God. He was adorable

You squatted down, motioning for him to join you. He did, and you showed him a small floret growing atop one of the stems. “Look at this,” You whispered.

He squinted his eyes and nodded. “It is a flower bud,”

“Not just any flower bud, a viola bicolar,” You smiled widely at him.

He didn’t seem to understand. “Wha- Is that french, or?”

You jokingly shoved him down and he let out the most beautiful laugh. “No, Lando, it is a pansy flower,” You said. He sat back up to join you. “Right now this pansy is just a bud, correct? Viola bicolor is known for blooming in the winter, which is why even in the brightest conditions it has yet to reach its full potential.”

“Interesting,” You heard him whisper, but when you turned to face him, his attention wasn’t on the bud, he was staring at you. You flushed under his gaze, but held his eye contact.

“This flower is beautiful because in the coldest, darkest conditions, it blooms,” You say, smiling. His brows furrow together, thinking hard. “Maybe you are like a viola bicolor. Even though everything seems cold and dark right now, you will still bloom into everything you are meant to be.”

Lando smiled and looked down at the bud again, taking it gently between his fingers. As he did this, he brushed up against your hand and you felt the callousness of him. It ignited your whole body at once. “So you are calling me a pansy?” He joked, admiring the floret. “It is wonderful Princess. Thank you.”

“Call me Y/N,” You said, and his head looked up at you in curiosity. “I do love the whole ‘princess’ thing, but I enjoy hearing you say my name as well.”

That was bold.

Lando stood up and helped you to your feet. His face was lit up with the most lovable expression. “As you wish, Y/N,” He said, not quite letting go of your hand.

Suddenly, you heard a booming voice.

“Y/N!!” It yelled. “Where are you?? You are needed in the dining hall at once!!”

You gasped, panic filling you. You dropped his hand, the absence cold on your skin. “My father,” You said, pushing Lando. He looked just as scared. “Go get Arrow and return to the stables at once! I will distract him.”

He nodded and started running towards Arrow, but suddenly stopped. You gave him a frantic look but he just gave you a cheeky grin, just as he has all day. “When will I see you again?” He asked, eyes hopeful.

You hated to admit how much your heart started beating at his words, but you hated the thought of your father finding him more. “Never, if you do not run! Go!” You pushed. He disappeared behind the shrub and vines and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I am over by the pansies papa!” You yelled out. “Come over!”

Your father appeared from the opposite direction that Lando ran off to, and you thanked whatever spirits were watching over you in that moment. “There you are!” He said, walking over to you. “One of our knights informed me that a horse got loose from our stable. I was worried sick.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh, well I have not seen any horse in the garden,” You said confidently. “Surely it will return soon, yes?” Very soon, little did he know.

Your father sighed and rubbed his chin. “What have you been up to all day? Your face is terribly red.” He asked, feeling your forehead with the back of his palm. You chuckled and shrugged nervously. “Hurry and clean up, we have business to attend.”

“But it is my day off-“

“Oh sweetheart, we never truly have days off.”

You bit your lip and begrudgingly followed the king back to the castle, a sigh escaping your lips.

You were less worried about your next day off, more so about when you would see that mysterious stable boy again.

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“Another beer, please,” Sebastian held up his cup, hoping for a cute wench to take it.

Max stared at Sebastian. “No, no, what happens next??” He asked. The group laughed at this. “What business did the princess have to attend? Did the stable boy ever achieve his dream of becoming a racer??”

Sebastian smirked as the bartender poured him another brew. “Well, well, look who is interested- thank you love- in my story now.” He chuckled.

George Russel, Lewis’ teammate for Mercedes held up a glass. “He truly pulls you in with the stories, does he not?” He chuckled.

Max didn’t even care about the teasing, he just wanted the next part of the tale. “What next??”

Sebastian shrugged, looking around the tavern. It was as busy as ever as he took a swig of his drink. “Ah, hell. The night is still young, I suppose I could continue.”

[merchelsea]

Could you write something really fluffy about Lando Norris x reader? Maybe something were their relationship is fairly new and it’s only like the 2nd or 3rd race week the reader has been to and she starts to get sick. She doesn’t feel well at all and try’s to hide it from lando so he can focus on the race but he eventually finds out and is all worried and cuteee

worried sick — lando norris

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: it’s her first time attending a grand prix and also flying and she doesn’t want anything to ruin her boyfriend’s race, but she gets sick in the process.

author’s note: sorry for taking so long to get to the heart of your request (fluff) but i needed to give context to his worriess

word count: 3k

warnings: curse words

masterlist | requests (open)

you sat on the dinner table, unable to speak. the fork fell from your hand the moment you heard lando's proposal and your eyes followed it's trail.

lando genuinely thought this would be a good idea, but seeing your reaction, with his eyebrows lifted, he may have changed his mind.

you had been dating for quite some time, four months and sixteen days, to be precise, but you were still a little aprehensive about the attention.

from the start, he warned you and gave you an easy way out of his life, but your love overpowered your fears.

even in a relationship, you and lando did everything you could to keep you out of the public eye, and it was working. no one knew about you and him and you liked that. but you were aware that he wanted you by his side while facing the adventures that his job provided him, and that he didn't want to keep you as a secret forever.

so when he made the invitation, it didn't surprise you, but you had to think about it.

you looked at him, he was wearing some jeans and a white hoodie that made him adorable in your eyes. he was looking at you, and you could notice him telling you it was okay to say no with his look.

but there was still a glimpse of hope in his beautiful green eyes, and in your mind you took another look at the pros and cons.

you could scratch out a couple of cons... like the fact that you liked being private. it was true, but you didn't mind not being a secret, and you would never like the idea of having famous and stunning women thinking that your boyfriend was available.

so with a soft look, in that modernly decorated dinning room in his home, you nodded your head.

"i think we could go to china together, yeah." he gave you a confused glance, but refrained from questioning you, afraid you would change your mind.

"great!" he stood up and walked over to you, "i love you," he whispered, pecking your lips before taking his empty plate to the sink.

you watched him come back and sit with you while you finished your own plate. you couldn't say you were hungry anymore, a hundred and one scenarios of what could go wrong in the hard launch of your relationship played in your mind.

lando's presence made it a little easier for you, though. you could only be thankful.

you had never traveled by plane before, so you were pretty nervous.

china was really far from monaco, and your boyfriend told you that the flight would take 11 hours minimum, so you couldn't help feeling anxious.

he held your hand when he noticed your strange behaviour and you immediately intertwined your fingers together.

"it's going to be okay, love." norris kissed the back of your hand and you walked inside of the plane, hand in hand.

of course lando booked the first class seats. he knew about this fear of yours, so whatever he could do to help you out, he would.

you sat down and lando closed the little blind on the window by his side, so you didn't see how far from the ground you were.

you had your headphones on and lando held you close as the plane started moving. you were still not off the ground but the plane shaking scared the fuck out of you. you closed your eyes and tried to focus on the music. it wasn't easy. it was only when the plain stabilized in the air that you could open your eyes again.

"do you want water, food, anything?" your boyfriend asked as he noticed you were a little more calm now.

"water, maybe." you answered, still not feeling completely safe. "and can you open the blind please, i want to see."

"'you sure?" he asked, his hand already on the end of the blind.

"yup."

lando opened up the blind and you peeked through the window. you were already far from the ground and instead of feeling anxiety, that view actually made you a little more calm.

"it's beautiful." you whispered, body leaning towards lando so you could see it better.

the british boy's eyes were on you when he whispered back. "it really is." with a smile.

eventually you sat properly in your seat again and talked to lando as time passed.

you fell asleep with and lando carefully laid your chair back, took out your headphones and covered you with a blanket. he laid his chair back as well and watched you as you slept peacefully. you still had nine hours left and he knew you would be awake for the landing, which he didn't want.

you could only manage to sleep for 2 hours and when you woke up, you noticed your boyfriend sleeping. so the next hours were spent playing games in your mobile phone while you listened to taylor swift.

it wasn't as painful as you thought it would be, and it was only when landing that you felt the uneasy feeling come back. lando held you close through it, as he was used to it.

"it's okay, baby." he whispered. "i'm right here." his reassurence meant more to you than he imagined, and it helped as well.

everything went better than expected and you left the airport hand in hand just half an hour after getting out of the plane.

you felt tired, but it was still morning in china. lando seemed okay, he was already used to all the time changes, since he did this for a living.

"what d'you think about breakfast?" he asked as you passed a coffee shop.

lando was driving to the hotel you two would be staying in, and you honestly just wanted to rest. but you could'nt say no to a good breakfast.

"oh, great idea. i'm starving." you said and he chuckled.

"me too." he stated as his hand found place in your thigh. it stayed there until he needed to use it, to change gear.

he parked the car in front of the cute shop and you both walked in.

you both ordered and sat down talking to eachother until the food came. the driver explained the goods and the bads of the race here. and told you what he liked most about china.

you had done some research about the place yourself because you wanted to take profit of your time here.

as lando would probably have some meetings with the team and you would be alone, you decided to visit some interesting places of the city and even near cities.

you ate in a comfortable silence and left for the hotel as soon as you could. his team took care of the check in so you and him were able to just go straight to your room.

you felt yourself a little too soft, but never said anything because you didn't think it was anything serious and worrying him was something you were not going to do.

deciding to take a nap before doing anything, lando wrapped his arms around you and pulled the blanket over your bodies.

"i love the feeling of having you here." he murmured to your ear.

"i love being here with you." you told him honestly, falling asleep some moments later.

lando though it was weird, since you normally took some time to get to sleep, specially in new places.

when you first stayed the night at his place it took you two hours and a really boring movie.

he remembered it could've been caused by the flight or the time difference. the british was now used to it, but it was your first time, and it was a long flight.

he fell asleep thinking about it because, being honest, you were both more than exhausted.

you woke up just a couple of hours later, coughing, and imediately realized you had gotten sick, and were just in the first stages. you got up from the bed and went to the bathroom so you didn't disturb lando's sleep.

"this can't be happening" you whispered to your reflection in the mirror.

'it can be just a cold, everything will be okay in time for the race' you thought to yourself, trying to calm down.

it was frustrating, to be fair. you had been avoiding coming to his races for months, and when you finally decided to come you got sick.

however, you did not want that to get in the way of lando's weekend, so through the next two days, in which your boyfriend had free practices and qualifying, you pretended to be okay. it was not so easy because norris made every effort to make you feel okay there. that means he talked to every one of his mates and asked them to talk to their own girlfriends, to see if they were interested in meeting you, for his delight but not so yours, they all said yes.

so you were not only busy with pretending to be healthy but also trying to be nice to everyone and making people like you.

it wasn't that hard, you all just found something in common, that was your love for fashion and animals, and talked about it. you were pretty satisfied with the outcome of saturday, and so was lando, managing to get himself on fourth position, with two cars ahead he knew he could get out of his way.

he was starting to find your behaviour a little weird, as soon as you got home you took a really quick shower and got yourself comfortable in bed. he asked you if you were not going to get dinner with him and you told him you would just take a little nap, and asked him to wake you up once the food arrived.

the brit did as you said and tried to wake you up, but you told him you were not hungry in the moment. he made you eat anyways, because tomorrow was a big day and you didn't really have the energy to argue with him.

you both had a good dinner and what was his surprise when you got back to your bed and immediately fell asleep.

he tried to push his suspicions away but he was seriously getting worried. he laid next to you and held you close with one arm, the other resting behind his head as he thought. not only about you and your strange sleeping schedule but also about the circuit.

there was this one curve that he just couldn't get right, and he needed to get it tomorrow. or else he'd lose his chance of a podium or even a win.

he would never want to lose a podium, but with you here, the pressure was different. he wanted to do better for you. he needed to, after dragging you all the way to a new country and making you face your fear of planes.

he eventually fell asleep, your body so close to his comforting him and calming his mind that was going probably faster than his car.

you woke up first, in the morning. but, unlike the other two days, where you managed to get it together and pretend you were okay, today you had a huge headache along with an unbearable malaise.

immediately realizing you were not okay, you decided to not go to the track with lando. you were still planing to go, yes, but later on, after you took some medicine and felt better.

he was a little reluctant in letting you all by yourself because something inside him still thought that something was off. sleeping a lot, not feeling hungry, avoiding his touch and kisses (you did that once, but he still took note), it all felt a little weird.

but you convinved him, telling him that he no longer had time to wait for you and you still needed to get dressed and do your makeup.

"i'm going. but message me as soon as you get to the track, please. i want to see your pretty face before getting in the car." he asked you, his beautiful green eyes focused on yours.

you nodded your head and he pecked your lips. smiling, he turned around and left the hotel room. you decided to take a shower to see if it helped in any way.

it didn't.

you grabbed your phone and searched for lando's personal assistant's contact. someone needed to be informed about this, but you didn't want to alarm your boyfriend just before the big moment of the weekend.

he was really sweet to you, and suggested you stayed in bed and watched the race from the hotel. you were a little apprehensive about how lando would feel about this but he tried to calm you down as best as he could, telling you he knew the driver would understand and probably even be more worried than anything else.

he also promised to only tell lando once he couldn't do anything about it. of course you had asked.

was he going to be pissed? probably. did he love you more than anything and would he forget about all the rest in order to check up on you? absolutely.

once he was told about it, the only thing he could do was text you, so he ran to his phone and quickly wrote a message to you.

'baby i was just informed. i'm so sorry for not noticing.'

your heart clenched in your chest as you read his text. it was not his fault and you felt bad for making him believe that it was.

'it's not your fault, lan. and i'm okay'

you added a little heart at the end and sent it, automatically seeing the 'read' under the blue text baloon.

'you sure?? i can get someone to get you to a doctor'

you smiled at the screen, behind that smile was the way he didn't even hesitate to show you he cared and he worried.

'there's no need, i took some medicine and i'm better now. but good luck on the race. i'll be rooting for you.'

on the other side of the screen, lando sighed, he hated that he couldn't do anything about it but knowing you were okay comforted him a little. so he smiled and typed to you.

'thanks babe! i will be coming back to you as soon as i can, promise you.'

you simply liked his message, letting him focus before the race.

on the bed, you watched the entire race, as you always did. and you were so genuinely happy and proud of him for finishing second, that for a couple of minutes you even forgot you were sick.

you watched the podium celebrations and couldn't help but notice that your boyfriend wasn't as happy as he should be. of course he smiled receiving the trophy, and sprayed champagne on the other podium sitters, which were max and checo, but you knew him, and his smile wasn't as wide as usual.

you sat through and watched the interviews on sky sports. it seemed that you were not the only one who noticed his under-excitement, because that was the first thing the journalist questioned.

"so, lando norris. you just came second here in china. first of all, congratulations. second of all i have got to tell you that all of us were expecting a different reaction from you. you don't seem very excited."

he looked at the woman behind the camera atentively, but anyone with functional eyes could see that his mind was elsewhere. he smiled briefly at the end of her statement.

"well, thank you. and yeah, i'm not in the best mood but that has nothing to do with the race. i know i did my best out there and gave everything i could. unfortunately, max was still there, but we'll keep working, as a team, to get to him."

he smiled and the interview continued, as usual he discussed some technical stuff and gave his perspective on some bits of the race.

"right now i just want to go back to the hotel, to my girlfriend, who isn't here because she got sick, and give her all the love she deserves."

he smiled to the camera and left, leaving the space for others. you saw him walking with oscar behind alonso, who was now giving his own interview.

it didn't take long before you got a message from him, telling you he managed to escape some media duties to go back to you.

you smiled to yourself before answering, and then distracted yourself until you heard the door being unlocked.

jumping from the bed, you rushed towards your boyfriend when he arrived.

"easy there, baby." lando pulled you into a hug, one of his hands in your hair while the other circled your body.

"amazing race, my love." you whispered into his neck. he smiled and when his grip loosened, his lips met yours in a quick but lovely kiss.

"you've got me worried sick, you muppet." he smiled, but looking into his green iris you knew he was serious.

"didn't mean to worry you, i'm sorry," he shook his head and softy kissed your temple.

"don't be sorry. but nex time it happens, let me know. i wouldn't have made you go to practices and quali, and you could've rested."

his fingers caressed your hair and he pulled you to lay your head in his chest. you would never know how worried he got, and how he could only rest his mind after having you in his arms.

"i just didn't want you to worry unnecessarily. i thought i could go through it." your eyes made it possible for him to know that you were being honest. he let out a sigh.

"it's not unnecessarily, you stubborn thing. i love you and i care about you, and i wanted to be here for you." you pull your head back and lock eyes with him.

"i love you too. and thank you."

he kissed you again, all smiley.

you both decided to just lay in bed and do nothing for the rest of the day. you ordered dinner hours earlier, so you didn't have to worry about it later.

lando told you all about his race. from the lights out to the checkered flag he talked you through his decisions and his process of thinking in the moment.

he also kept asking you from time to time how you were feeling and if you needed anything.

you realized just how much you loved him and appreciated the way he cared for you.

once he fell asleep, you smiled out of pure happiness for having him by your side. no matter how much you had liked being kept a secret for a while, in that moment all you wanted was for people to know you loved him.

cause you did, more than you thought you could.

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who’s her man? ln4

── in which y/n y/l/n soft launches her relationship and her fans are determined to find out who it is.

── warnings: fluff, secret relationship, love, laughing, I am not sure what else so let me know if there’s anything I missed.

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TO SAY THAT Y/N Y/L/N was in love was an understatement. she had fallen head over heels for lando norris, and to anyone watching it was clear he too was absolutely in love with her.

their relationship had been kept secret for the past two years, and it was surprising that they hadn’t been caught yet with the amount of times she had gone to his races, hugged him, and even gone out for dinner together.

although they had seen rumours, neither of them felt the need to confirm them since they enjoyed keeping their relationship to themselves. only their family and trusted friends knew.

“I can’t wait to see you. what time is your flight?” lando asked through the face time call. his voice filled with happiness as he talked.

“um, 10pm. I should be there latest 1am I think.” she responded with a smile as she prepared her dinner. “I feel bad that I am gonna miss qualifying.” she said almost sadly, looking at the phone.

“your work comes first my love, as much as I would love to have here for all of the weekends, I know you can’t always do it. I am just happy you can come to the race.” he says softly, looking at her through the camera in adoration.

she smiles softly as a hint of blush creeps up her cheeks.

“you should get some rest, I don’t want you to be tired tomorrow when you celebrate getting the pole position.” she spoke happily.

“you’ve been doing your manifesting?” he asks as lets out a soft laugh.

“always.” she says as she laughs softly, her eyes filled with utter joy which didn’t go unnoticed by lando.

“I love you.” he tells her with complete certainty.

“I love you too.” she responds, her smile never dropping as he ends the facetime call.

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A/N: I promise the next actual fic (not SMAU) I post will be Too Good To Say Goodbye pt8. I want to make it perfect and in doing so, I feel like I'm neglecting you guys (I know y'all have other authors but I feel bad). I'm posting SMAU's mostly because it's easier to get done than a whole fic and I get to include all drivers that I'm writing for.

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Hi! Can you write something about Lando x reader where she wants to wait till marriage to have sex and how'd he react to this? I'll leave the rest to you, it doesn't have to be a whole fic, maybe just a small blurb. Thank you <3

SAND AND CONFESSION [LN4 oneshot]

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: You and Lando have been going out for few weeks, maybe months now. While you're enjoying each other's company on a beach with sunset behind your backs, you decide to tell him you want to wait with sex till marriage.

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: English isn't my first language and I honestly didn't write for a while, so if some sentences are kinda weird or sloppy, I'm very sorry! Don't be afraid to correct me if you find some errors.

Author's Note: Hi Anon, thanks for the request! I hope you and everybody else will like this shorter fic I wrote based on it. I'll appreciate likes, comments, follows, reblogs and any other form of support! :)

The sand beneath your feet was still warm, though the sun had almost set behind the fluffy clouds on the horizon. You ran up the beach, trying to get as far from the sea as you could, before the curly-haired man could throw you into the waves, messing up your hair. He followed you, laughing and almost tripping, which was probably the only reason you actually managed to escape to the laid out blanket with your things and bags.

You laid on it, your chest covered in droplets of salty water heaving with uneven breaths. Some sand probably stuck to your wet skin, but you didn't mind.

“Y/N, you left me there all alone!” Lando faked a pout, standing above you with crossed arms and a silly smile.

“Yeah, 'cause you tried to drown me!” you fired right back and stuck out your tongue.

He shook his head and stretched out his arm, helping you stand back up. Then, without any warning, he slapped your ass. You squealed his name and tried to punch him, but he dodged effortlessly. May his fast reflexes be damned.

It was getting darker by every minute, the sun now nearly gone from the evening sky. Shadows slowly crept to the beach, and you shivered in the cool air. Lando, the caring boy he was, instantly noticed the goosebumps popping up all over your body. You were both still just in your swimsuits, and it was getting cold. 

He bent down to the bag you took to the beach with you and took out a big towel. “C'mere baby,” he mumbled, and when you took a step towards him, he wrapped you and himself up in it. 

Suddenly, you didn't feel cold at all — quite the opposite, really. Lando's firm body was pressed against you, his hands around your waist and faces impossibly close to each other. You could feel his warm breath, smelling after the vanilla milkshake you drank at a cozy café before going to the private beach.

One of his big hands cupped your cheek, your eyes locked in with his intense blue stare. Lando and you were going out for a few weeks, even months now. You didn't put any label on it, maybe too afraid of the feelings that bubbled in your stomach every time that exact expression appeared in his eyes. The one of pure adoration and happiness, as if you'd give him the Moon. And honestly? If he ever asked, you probably would. Or at least try.

As if the boy could read your thoughts, his smile deepened, and he finally closed the remaining distance between you two. His lips felt soft and hard against yours at the same time, asking and demanding all at once. Lando was always careful at the start, but as soon as your body relaxed, and you gently bit his bottom lip, the kiss heated up pretty quickly.

He moaned into your mouth and his hold on your waist tightened. This wasn't your first time making out, but it never felt so intense, so breathtaking before. You struggled to keep pace with him, though you'd lie if you said you didn't like it. However, when his hands slipped under the towel that was still wrapped around your bodies, and tugged onto your bikini straps, you pulled away. Your cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and hair messy.

He stopped, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and looked at you questioningly, eyes wide. You realized Lando thought he did something wrong, again. And that made you feel even worse than before.

“What's wrong, babe?” he asked in a quiet voice, his hand still cupping the side of your cheek. You wanted to look down, ashamed and not knowing how to say what had to be said, but Lando didn't let you. “You can tell me Y/N. I won't be angry or anything.”

It was his assurance and sweet voice that caused you to sight and swallow thickly.

“I… there's something I need to tell you,” you whispered. He just nodded, listening curiously. “So, I feel weird saying it, but… I never actually… you know.” You point between you and him. “I never did this before,” you confess, not able to look him into the eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “That's no problem at all-” You put your finger on his lips, silently asking him to be quiet.

“And,” you say, making him know that's not all you wanted to say, “I don't want to. Not until marriage.”

Now he seems surprised, taken aback even. It's clear he's processing your words for a moment, while you almost faint from the nerves. You're worried he won't understand. That now, when you told him he won't get what most men want, he'll break up whatever you two have going on.

But he does nothing like that. No, he nods slowly, a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. A smile that soon turns into the grin you know so well by this point. And then, Lando pulls you closer and whispers in your ear: “Well, good thing I plan on marrying you one day.”

And even though he says it in a joking voice, wanting to lighten up the atmosphere, you know right there and then that deep down, he means it.

THE END

[racinggirl]

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a/n: hello everyone, it's been a long time since I've written something on here. But I am back. And this time I'm creating my own story! I've never done this before on here, so don't mind any mistakes. I'm in love with the rich lifestyle genre, billionaire romance, grumpy X sunshine, he falls harder type of stories. You will be warned, it's not your average cute romance story, be prepared for loads and loads of angst.

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Prologue

Chapter 1

He doesn’t believe in love. For Lando Norris, it’s all about racing, entrepreneurship, and success. Besides being a Formula One racing driver for McLaren, he's also the founder of Velocity Estates, a luxury real estate company. He’s successful, wealthy, and accustomed to getting whatever he desires. However, when he meets her, life forces him to reconsider his priorities. Can he still have it all? Or is she the exception to his guarded heart?

She’s never experienced love. Her life consists of high-profile galas and maintaining her parents’ company’s image as a PR Director. She’s smart, talented and dreams of a life beyond the expectations of high society - yearning to travel, experience new cultures, and embrace adventures that challenge her. When she meets him, she can’t help but feel fascinated by how he seamlessly blends the two; the thrill of racing and the demands of running a high society business.  

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SUMMARY ! in which Carlos and his wife enjoy their little life in spain with their children but are somewhat a cute family dynamic !

FACECLAIM ! julia.hatchh, TROPE ! long lasting love !

It was no secret that Carlos Sainz Jr. wanted a family of his own. Growing up in a household that held so much love was all he ever wanted in the future. He and his sister were showered with love since well..forever.

Carlos thought of it all the time while holding his wife in his arms every night, in his eyes it would be a long night for him but he wouldn't nag about it. Carlos was a sincere man, he would shush his wife to sleep when she was overstress and tired, massage her hair to caress her to sleep, then hold her while looking at her delicate body.

Carlos would study the women that had catched his heart with just a look. Those brown doe eyes just looking at her like she was the moon, he was looking at her in a way a woman dreamed of. He was utterly in love with her, wishing to be by her side forevermore.

Lana was a woman that was soft spoken, a woman that would praise him for right about everything. She would shower him with love when feeling low. She was his best friend, a woman he could never get tired of.

When the topic of children rose in conversation, Lana became shy. She had admitted she did want a family with Carlos and said it was always a thought in her head. She dreamed of them having his eyes and his way loving. It had almost brought him to tears, twirling her around in excitement.

With that, they were blessed with a baby boy. His name soonly becoming Lorenzo Sainz, most of his uncles calling him 'Enzo'. A boy that look exactly like his mamita, but having his papitos eyes. He was and adored toddler until simply two years later he had his baby sister.

Carolina Sainz was her father's carbon copy with her mamitas eyes, and she was a daddy's girl. Becoming the princess of the Sainz family, with everyone adoring her.

Carlos decided that this would be enough for him, becoming traumatize with his wife pregnancy. Lana would admit both of them were harsh pregnancies but she didn't want to let her husband down.

Now they were a simple family living in spain, somewhere near a part of the ocean. In hacienda spanish style home, where both children live their childhood dreams.

"Caro, linda, estás listo para ir a ver a papi?" Lana said while making her son look presentable. Lorenzo just looked at his mother while she called out for her four year old daughter. "Si mami, me miro bonita?"

Although she looked like her father, she had a bit of her mother witty personality. "Preciosa." Lana smiled at the girl, sitting her down on the bathroom counter. Her silky brown hair were tied into pigtails, making her look absolutely stunning. "yo tambien?" her little boy said.

"guapo." She said before kissing them on their cheeks, staining their brown skin with a lipstick stain. "Listos para mirar ver a papá en su auto de carreras?" Lana smiled sweetly at them, watching them nod furiously.

They left the house on time, driving to see Carlos drive. It was somewhat special since it was a home race but if Carlos was being honest, it was Carolina's first time watching him race in person.

Trust that he told every soul in the paddock, and they loved seeing the spanish driver all excited. Though he wished it was under a better situation, Ferrari didn't extend his contract and he somewhat he needed to focus on landing on the podium.

"Well aren't you excited!" A very well known english accent rand from behind him. "You have no idea." Carlos smiled sincerely at Lando, making the younger boy laugh. "Is our princess coming for the first time today?" Lando was not going to express it but he loved the kids to an extent.

"Yes, and I must land on the podium to celebrate it." Carlos said half serious and half jokingly. Lando rolled his eyes playfully the wishing him luck.

Carlos had entered the Ferrari garage before a squeak called out to him. “Papi!” There she was the golden girl of Ferrari.

"Caro!" Carlos immediately crouch down to embrace his little girl, a large grin spreading like wildfire across his lips. "Papi! Papi! estoy de igualitas con mami!" Carolina let go of him and jumped before spinning around. "Si? Donde esta mami preciosa?" Carlos asked and right on que, Lana walked right in.

She was wearing white sundress with her red ballerina flats, looks gorgeous in his eyes. Then his eyes drifted to his son, cuddled in his mother's arms. Carlos sighed before listing his little girl up into his arms. "Todo bien amor?" Lana asked him, earning a smile from him.

"Se puso mucho mejor desde que te vi entrar.." Carlos kissed while she let out a small laugh. Carlos then felt a small hand push him off his wife, right beside him was his son looking quite annoyed. "¿No te dije que tu mamá no puede te cargar por tanto tiempo?" Carlos told his son who just stuck his tongue out.

"Papi, es tio cha!" Carolina squealed and ran to one of her uncles, who gladly picked her up. "Tioo cha!" Enzo jumped out of his others arms and ran towards his uncle. While the kids were occupied by their uncle and knowing colleagues, Carlos dragged his wife to his arms who gladly embraced him.

"Todo bien amor?" Lana asked yet again but in her soft honey voice, making Carlos melt almost immediately. "Solo estoy nervioso." He mumbled into her ginger hair, she then let go of him and walked towards Charles. "Can you watched them for a minute Charles?" She asked him, making him nod and go towards Alex to introduce the kids to her.

"Amor, no tienes por qué estar nervioso, eres un gran piloto, eres el mejor." Lana cupped his face after entering his driver room, making him relax a bit in her arms. She smiled softly analyzing every adoring feature on him, of course she saw bits of children in him and that made her happy. Carlos would say the exact same thing, he could only be so greatful.

"Dale gana, pero no olvides que te amamos." With that she kissed him on his nose. Carlos had laughed just a bit before lunging in to kiss her properly.

With his wife and kids encouragement, Carlos came out on 2rd, proudly standing at his home podium. With Carolina and Lorenzo screaming happily for their papa. Not missing how they ran towards him after his podium, knocking him to the ground.

What a cute family.

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I LOVE your writing, you deserve all the celebration love!

Pairing: Lando Norris x female!reader

Words: 1020

A/n: the fact i went over 1k words for a story i don’t feel confident about is crazy. I really hope you will like it, i’ve never write about Lando before so it’s a first try  

Dating Lando was like living in a new sitcom episode every single day. Even when he was away for the championship and you couldn’t travel with him, he found a way to make your day better. A call, a message, the stupidest joke ever or the cutest proof of love. 

There were some bad days, of course. But somehow, the sun always seemed to shine even in the darkest sky. 

You could write a whole book about your boyfriend. 

You really considered doing it these past days. Being away from him for too long was getting harder for you. It was really like missing a half of yourself when he was in another country or, worse, in another continent. No amount of calls was making for the lack of waking up with him by your side.

“You realize that one day you’re going to deal with me every day for the rest of your life? Shouldn’t you enjoy your free time while you can?” he told you on the phone after you admitted being sad about him leaving early for Canada. He hasn’t even been home since Spain and he was already leaving.

“Well right now, I miss you, idiot.”

“Well I miss you too, dummy.” 

It was probably one of the quickest decisions you’ve ever made. After waking up again feeling alone and sad without the man you loved, you booked a flight for Montréal during the afternoon to see him. You didn’t even tell anyone, except for Max, Lando’s best friend, to make sure at least one person would be aware of your trip. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend.

You had no idea that this would become one of the most stressful days for him.

When Lando woke up on the other side of the world, you were already up in the air. He didn’t question why you weren’t answering his texts. He knew that when you were working, you tended to be so focused that you forget about the world around you. He also knew that he could call you if he was worried because that was the only thing that would make you pick up your phone. 

Somehow, Lando felt like something was off. He could put his finger on what.

If he was a fan of media duties, he couldn’t focus on anything today. His laugh sounded fake, he wasn’t smiling as much. “If something is wrong, you can tell me.” Oscar reassured him after he had to handle every interview that morning.

But he didn’t say anything. Lando wasn’t the kind to cry on anyone’s shoulder for nothing. He didn’t want to bother his teammate for just a feeling. 

Then it became more than a feeling when he still couldn’t reach you. 

You were supposed to be home. Or heading home. Anyway, you would have answered Lando’s texts already. But you didn’t.

He tried to call you. But you didn’t answer.

He asked Carlos to call you too, knowing he was one of the few drivers to have your number. But you didn’t answer either.

“Something wrong?” Carlos asked him but he refused to say anything. If he kept it to himself, it wouldn’t be real, right?

So Lando did the worst thing he could have done, he knew that. He went to the practices with fear and stress. He couldn’t think about the race or the cars or his whole career. Fuck that. All he cared about was you. He did so many mistakes he couldn’t even imagine the number of comments on social media about him being done or whatever these stupid opinions were saying. The team was already giving him a hard time on the radio.

When Lando got out of the car, he felt like he saw a ghost. Expect it wasn’t one.

It was you. Standing in the middle of the garage.

It took him a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t dreaming, that it wasn’t his mind giving him what he wanted to see. You were here. For real. Not home. But here with him.

Lando then ran to you and took you in his arms. “Oh wow I didn’t expect that to be so welcoming.” you laughed in his ears. Knowing him, you were convinced he would make a joke about you being here at the same time as his mistress. Or that you should take a shower, when he was the one dirty after racing. 

Not that he would hug you that tight. You felt him bringing him to his room and you followed him, quite perplexed on why he was reacting like that. 

It wasn’t until you were alone that you noticed he was shivering against you. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” you asked him, moving your head to see his sad face. You barely ever saw him being that miserable around you.

“You’re here…” he replied, breathless. You took his face between your hands.

“it's okay, just breathe,” you put your forehead against his and felt him relaxed slowly. 

“You didn’t answer me and I thought something had happened. I couldn’t call you, I couldn’t reach you and I thought you were… I can’t imagine my life without you!” 

“I’m not planning on leaving you.” you replied with a sweet smile, giving him a soft kiss on his lips. Lando always said that your lips had some calming power. And he wasn’t wrong. You could feel relaxed after that, like it was the proof he needed to be sure you were really here.

You spent some long minutes together in the silence. Now that he was accepting that nothing had happened to you and that you were here, for real, he was enjoying your presence. You gave him small kisses in the hair, the one he loved when he had a terrible weekend. It felt quite the same for once.

“I’m taking notes that you don’t like surprises.” you whispered in his hair.

“Not the one where I think I’m losing the love of my life, dummy.”

“Love of my life and dummy in the same sentence? What a pretty love language, Norris.” 

[its-avalon-08]

Hey cutie!

I would love to read something about George! If its okay to you ofc…🫶🏼

Maybe you have some ideas..🙈

Thank you anyways!🫶🏼

hi lovely! george is my one my literal favs <3 i hope you enjoy this one, because i've always wanted to write one like this -

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somewhere in the crowd there's you < 3

he wasn't your regular low effort boyfriend. george looked at y/n and saw what the rest of his life looked like. the angels sung from the heavens above and all felt right in the world. it was as if he had found his matching puzzle piece.

y/n wasn't your regular low effort girlfriend. she was in love with george the way that spiderman and mj were in love. she knew the pressure of the sport, the constant travel, the grueling training, but amidst it all, their connection remained a constant, a warm summer breeze in the hurricane of f1.

6:15 am, monaco

george stirred awake to the soft glow of dawn creeping through the curtains. as his eyes adjusted, he saw a thermos and a protein bar neatly placed on the nightstand beside a vase of the most beautiful daisies. a sleepy smile tugged at his lips. y/n. she knew mornings were a struggle before a race weekend, and having his favorite breakfast ready, without him even asking, was a small gesture with a giant impact.

1:30 pm, budapest

y/n sat nervously in the mercedes motorhome, fiddling with a worn silver necklace. the roar of engines from the qualifying session vibrated through the air. she closed her eyes, picturing george navigating the sharp turns of the hungering circuit. suddenly, the door creaked open and a sweaty, yet grinning george peeked in.

"just wanted to say that i promise i won't die and i'll come back home to you love," he whispered, leaning down for a quick kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through her. "you better come back in one piece george otherwise it's not toto you'll be running from," she said with a teasing tone. she squeezed his hand three time conveying the magical words "i-love-you" as she always did before races because she knew he was anxious. he chuckled, squeezed her hand and disappeared into the crowd, anxious but aware that he had someone to go home to.

8:45 pm, singapore

the post-race celebrations were in full swing, the air thick with champagne and triumph. george, still buzzing from his podium finish, scanned the crowd. then, there she was, y/n, her smile the brightest beacon in the room. he excused himself, weaving through the throng of people, until he reached her.

"you were incredible," she said, her eyes sparkling with pride. she reached into her purse, pulling out a small, velvet pouch. inside, nestled on a bed of red velvet, was a custom-made silver charm – a miniature mercedes car. "to celebrate your win," she said, attaching it to his bracelet. it joined a collection of other charms – a tiny camera for her photography hobby, a guitar for his love of music – each a token of their shared journey.

later that night, tucked away in their hotel room, george noticed a travel-sized bottle of his favorite muscle relaxer placed on the bathroom counter. a hand-written note lay beside it: "for all your hard work, love. see you on the podium again soon." he smiled, a warmth spreading through him. it wasn't the grand gestures, the expensive gifts, but these small, thoughtful acts that spoke volumes about their love. a silent language spoken only by the two of them, a language that said, "somewhere in the crowd there's you, and that's all that matters."

2:00 am, london

being a biomedical engineer was a taxing job and y/n was an absolute perfectionist. george knew that, y/n knew that, blimey even their dog knew that! one night as george turned in their bed to pull y/n closer, he wasn't about to find her. sleepily dragging out in grey sweatpants and his classic shirtless look, he found her passed out over her laptop and a bunch of papers full of numbers and diagrams. he smiled gently at her calm figure and lifted her up effortlessly. holding her in bridal style, she cuddled closer to him wanting his body's warmth. he set her down into the bed, tying her hair loosely into a braid that y/n had taught him and set her glasses aside. pulling the covers over both of them, george kissed y/n's forehead, pulled her closer and let sleep take over.

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[merchelsea]

they’re staring — f1 drivers

includes: max verstappen, oscar piastri, lando norris, george russell, logan sargeant, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, charles leclerc.

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[whismizxal]

who’s her man? pt 2 ln4

── in which y/n y/l/n soft launches her relationship and her fans are starting to figure out who it is.

── warning: fluff, secret relationship, love, kissing, probably some spelling and grammar mistakes, if there’s more warnings to be added, let me know.

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WHEN Y/N Y/L/N WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR OF THE ARRIVIALS IN MADRID AIRPORT she didn’t expect to see her boyfriend dressed in a black tracksuit with a large grin on his face.

she was quick to run up to him, drop her bags and hug him. the man held her tightly as he embraced her before pulling back and kissing her quickly and leaning his forehead against her’s.

“hi my love.” she said softly as she looked up at his eyes and stroked his cheek.

“hi gorgeous.” he responded back, his tone just has soft and endearing.

“thought we agreed you weren’t gonna pick me up, you need to rest.” y/n pointed out.

“you honestly think I wasn’t gonna pick up my girl from the airport after I haven’t seen her in two months? you’re crazy.” he said calmly as he held her, looking at her as if she hung the moon and the stars.

“you still need your rest love.” she told him whilst she ran her fingers through his hair.

“mhm, so come on then, let’s go rest.” he smiled, reluctantly pulling away and grabbing her luggage whilst his other hand intertwined with hers.

as they walked towards his car there’s a comfortable silence which is soon broken by him as he places the luggage in the car and opens the car door for her.

“how long can stay with me?” he asks, as he gets into the car.

“three months.” she sees happily, her smile only growing when she sees his reaction.

“yeah?” he says hopeful, his face filled with joy and love.

“yeah.” she confirms nodding her head as she leaned into kiss him which he accepted quickly. “you have me for three months.” she whispers against his lips with a soft smile.

“good.” he murmurs as he kisses her again, placing his hand on her cheek as she places her’s on the back of his head.

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last part, hope you guys liked it <3 also I feel like this is really cringe but idk 😭. also that spotify thing looks so bad so I might change it.

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[twinkleteaparty]

Speeding Bonds: A Sainz Siblings Story

This is my first F1 fanfiction, and I'm excited to share it with you all! It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Your feedback means a lot to me, so if you like what you read, let me know! If there's interest, I'll definitely add more to the story. Thanks for taking the time to check it out!

Character: Name: Ji-min Sainz Age: 23

Background: Ji-min was adopted from South Korea into the Sainz family when she was just a baby. Growing up in Spain, she was immersed in Spanish culture but always felt a connection to her Korean roots. She has a warm relationship with her adoptive family.

Ji-min discovered her passion for music at a young age and pursued it fervently. She auditioned for a talent agency in Barcelona and was selected to be a part of a five-member girl group called "Eclipse." Despite her busy schedule as a K-pop idol.

Meanwhile, her older Carlos Sainz Jr. was making a name for himself in the world of Formula 1 racing. Their paths rarely crossed due to their different careers and lifestyles, but Ji-min secretly followed Carlos's races, feeling proud of his achievements yet also envious of the attention and recognition he received.

As Ji-min's popularity as a K-pop idol soared, she kept her family background a secret, fearing that it might overshadow her own accomplishments and potentially cause unwanted attention. However, deep down, she yearned to connect with her brother.

The story:

SMS

Ji-min: Hey Carlos, it's Ji-min. Hope you're doing awesome today! 🌟

Carlos: Ji-min! What's up, little sis? 😄 Everything good on your end?

Ji-min: Yeah, all good here! Hey, I was actually wondering... would it be cool if I came to one of your races? I've been dying to see you in action, big bro! 🏎️💨

Carlos: Of course it's cool, Ji-min! I'd love to have you there cheering me on. But... are you okay with everyone knowing we're family? I mean, it's kind of a big deal to go public with this stuff.

Ji-min: Totally cool with it, Carli! I've been wanting to shout it from the rooftops for ages. 😄 Plus, I'm super proud of you, big bro! Let's show the world what the Sains siblings are made of!

Carlos: Haha, you're the best, Ji-min! Thanks for always having my back. 😊 Alright then, I'll hook you up with a pass for the race. Get ready for the full VIP treatment!

Ji-min: Woo-hoo! VIP treatment, here I come! 🌟 Thanks a million, Carli. You're the best big bro a girl could ask for!

Carlos: Anytime, Ji-min! Can't wait to see you at the race, little sis. Get ready for some serious fun!

Ji-min: Counting down the days big bro! Vamos!

The day of the race:

At the Australian Grand Prix 2024

Ji-min made her way through the bustling crowds, the sun beating down on her as she walked. She was dressed in a simple sundress, a soft pastel blue that fluttered gently in the warm breeze. The fabric flowed loosely around her figure, offering comfort and ease as she navigated through the throngs of people.

A pair of oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, partially concealing her face and adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, strands of dark hair framing her delicate features.

Despite the casual attire, Ji-min moved with a graceful confidence, her steps light and purposeful as she weaved her way through the crowd. She kept her head down slightly, avoiding direct eye contact to minimize attention as she made her way towards the VIP area.

Occasionally, she caught snippets of excited chatter from nearby fans discussing the upcoming race and the drivers competing in it. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins as she neared the entrance, her heart pounding with anticipation.

As she reached the designated entrance for VIP guests, Ji-min took a deep breath, her excitement bubbling beneath the surface. With a confident smile, she presented her pass to the security personnel and stepped inside, ready to witness her big brother's momentous victory firsthand.

Her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her brother. She was so absorbed in her search that she didn't notice the people around her, her gaze moving to her phone screen as she typed out a message to Carlos.

"Hey Carli, just arrived. Where are you? "

Lost in her phone, Ji-min didn't notice the figure approaching until it was too late. With a sudden jolt, she collided with someone, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up to see who she had bumped into.

Standing before her was none other than Lando Norris, one of the drivers competing in the race. Ji-min's eyes widened in surprise, recognizing him instantly from his racing gear and signature smile.

Lando grinned apologetically, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "No worries! "

Ji-min nodded, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. Sorry for not paying attention."

Lando chuckled, waving off her apology. "Not a problem at all." giving her a friendly nod before continuing on his way.

As Ji-min watched him disappear into the crowd, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Little did she know, her encounter with Lando was just the beginning of an unforgettable day at the races.

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Ji-min's heart raced as she finally spotted her brother amidst the hustle and bustle of the Ferrari garage. Carlos stood surrounded by his team, his familiar smile lighting up his face as he greeted them with enthusiasm.

"Carli!" Ji-min exclaimed, weaving her way through the crowd until she reached him. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

Carlos turned towards her, his eyes lighting up with delight as he caught sight of his little sister. "Ji-min! I'm so glad you made it!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Wrapped in her brother's arms, Ji-min felt a rush of warmth and contentment wash over her. It had been too long since they last saw each other, and she cherished every moment they spent together.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Ji-min replied, pulling back to look at Carlos with a beaming smile.

They spent the next few minutes catching up, exchanging stories and sharing laughs as they soaked in the atmosphere of the race day. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched her brother interact with his team, his passion for racing shining through in every word and gesture.

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[changeyerfuckincar]

paring: y/n x lando norris

summary: you and lando are yet to launch your relationship as you’re both f1 drivers. oneshot

A/n: dodging paparazzi! longing looks! ugh! angst, fluff, slight smut. i love it and i hate it. also not proof read, also first post sorta

You and Lando had been in a relationship for a few months now. He tied tho knot in a way that was perfect just for you. Between racing and your relationship there was no best way to launch it. You both knew the media would capitalise on it immediately and frankly you didn’t need paparazzi turning you into Lando Norris’ girl. You had earned your position in formula one just like anyone else.

It was after one of the usual races, Lando had extremely done well and so did you. You were doing after-race interviews, as was everyone else. The questions they were asking you were standard, nothing too cunning or out of the ordinary. But your mind just wasn’t there. You wished you could congratulate him the way you wanted it, it physically hurt you not to give him the biggest hug. Further up the line stood Lando. Sweat ridden and panting but still gorgeous, a red flush on his cheek and a cherry smile. You admired how easily laidback he was. Mingling well with the interviewers.

You loved the secrecy of your relationship too, knowing that he was yours alone and no one had anything to say. But you also yearned for the openness, not ducking him in the paddock, being able to congratulate him however you want after a race. It was lose lose and a win win.

He caught your eye for a split second and you averted yours instantly.

“Miss yn?”

You snapped out of your trance.

“Sorry, what?” You felt embarrassment creeping up your neck.

“I asked you how the car was performing?”

“Oh right. Sorry.” You flailed for a second. “Umm, yeah, the car performed as usual, we had the pace so here’s to hoping we can climb up the ladder to bigger and better things.”

You flashed a quick smile at the interviewer and rushed back to the paddock. Honestly you didn’t care much for interviews. It was hard to answer when you knew they were for headlines and conspiracies.

You hated the fact that you couldn’t even leave the paddock with him, not wanting to shine too much light on yourselves. You knew the moment they seen your gaze on him they would pick it up straight away. The interviewers weren’t stupid, they could puff out any story out of thin air.

Your team congratulated you as you entered your room. Your phone on the table buzzed.

Lando: you coming to my hotel after?

Yn: yep. gotta wait till the fans calm down though

Lando: Yeah. ‘Course.

Lando: Hurry up though

Yn: nah.

After sending that message you did pick up the pace though, figuring out the easiest and fastest way to commute to your hotel and then his.

You didn’t even know Lando’s thoughts about the whole thing yet. You knew he didn’t always like the complete limelight on him all the time, especially when it came his private life.

You cleaned up at your hotel, putting on any type of accessory that hid any part of you that was identifiable. You decided to drive to his hotel.

You entered the hotel hastily, the receptionists already being tipped off about your coming. It was one of those luxury hotels with extra security.

You knocked on his door. Lando opened it instantly. You stepped in immediately pushing him back into the room and closing it behind you.

He was laughing. He though the extent you went through to keep it a secret was hilarious. Decked out in a large scarf around the bottom half of your face and neck with dark sunglasses on top.

“Shut up.” you said, untangling the scarf from your neck.

“I haven’t even said anything!” he quipped back.

“I can hear your thoughts.” You flung the cap at him, which he caught. His quick reflexes jumping through.

He wrapped you in a tight hug. “Missed my girl.” he mumbled against your neck, trailing light kisses on you.

“Missed you too.” You mumbled, lightly pushing him off you and leading him to what your guessed was the bedroom.

His room was massive, the living room and kitchen an open floor plan and another door leading to the bathroom and bedroom. Luckily you picked the right door. You loved how he let you lead him like he was a lost puppy, following you until you dropped his hand in the bedroom.

He jumped onto his bed and patted beside him. “Come here baby.”

And you did. You wrapped your hands around him and kissed him. He kissed softly, like you were delicate and it was his first and last kiss. You moved rhythmically against his lips, falling into a familiar place. You could feel his smile against you.

You bit his lip softly, pulling away from his and leaving a light kiss on his nose. You weren’t always so good in conveying your feelings through words, physical touch and gestures was your way.

Laying on the sheets beside him you fell into comfortable conversation, exchanging paddock gossip and shoving your phone in his face for him to agree to your opinions on various thing. It was comfortable, and like this no anxieties found you.

Mid-way through speaking Lando went quiet. You perked up. “What?”

He slid an amused look at you, fighting a smile. “Nothing.”

Now you really wanted to know since it obviously wasn’t nothing. “What? What is it?”

He handed you his phone. Max sent him a link to a tabloid posted around an hour ago. It was a picture of you getting to Lando’s hotel. Mentally you hit yourself, how did they even find you?

Mystery girl enters Lando Norris’ hotel to meet him. Confirmed by receptionist.

By the description they had no idea that it was you. It was unnerving to say the least, you didn’t see anyone around and you even checked. You zoomed in on it, squinting, trying to see if any part of it was distinguishing. Beside you Lando laughed.

“What’s so funny.” You asked him, zooming in on each part of you.

“Just the writers choice of words, look,” he laughed, scrolling up. “Potential lover of Lando.” He laughed even louder. “I think i’m more the lover of you.”

You pushed his face away with you palm. “Shut up,” you groaned, “oh my days. This is serious.”

You hated the way he took everything so lightly, and you hated the fact that it was rubbing off on you. Now you were only slightly apprehensive about this whole thing. It was actually kind of funny, minus the implication that Lando has a girl other than you.

“What if they find out?” you asked him, handing back his phone.

“So what? I bagged a talented girl.”

“Lando.” You pouted.

“What?” You gave him a look. He shrugged lightly. “I’m not embarrassed or anything, If they find out, they find out. But i’d rather be the one to post it.”

“You would?” It never crossed your mind that he was proud of your relationship. That you were making it all up in your head and making this so much for difficult than it needed to be.

“Fuck yeah,” he ran a hand through his hair. “ Make a beautiful debut on the .jpg.”

You flopped yourself on top of him. Groaning loudly and over-dramatically.

“Why is everything so difficult?” you whined, burying your face in the sheets.

“Because you make it.” he quipped.

He manoeuvred you until your chest was pressed against his chest. His face so close to yours his breath tickled your nose. You grinned, growing and soft with all this admiration. “You’re so gorgeous, Lando.” you whispered.

The smile he replied with was nothing short of admiration too. He peppered kisses all over your face. Whispering, he replied, “You too baby.”