#las vegas gp fic

[jellycrusher]

Come Hell or High Water

Years in the making, Formula 1 has finally arrived... in Las Vegas!

Charles Leclerc x fem!REDBULLdriver

Genre: One-shot, Romance, slight angst, fluff

Summary: Las Vegas Grand Prix is your ticket to getting the coveted Driver's Championship against your biggest rival, Charles Leclerc. Rivals on the track but Lovers off the track basically sums up your relationship with Charles. However, you've been clashing way too much lately with him off track that it's messing up your game. Not to mention all the other things that could go wrong... went wrong.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: You're replacing Checo as the 2nd Red Bull driver. Also, this is my first ever F1 fic. I would love to know what you guys think 💖

If he wins this race, he's gonna get a big advantage in points and he'll win the championship. ... I have to win. I have to do everything in order to win. Come hell or high water.

It's not that easy to say to yourself when you're running a 38 degree Celsius fever and slight nausea come FP1. You've already popped a paracetamol during your break and somehow, it made you feel a bit better.

The chilly and windy weather doesn't make it easier for you. Imagining driving your car at this hour of the night going around at top speeds of 250 to 300 kph while being sick makes your head burn.

You stood just outside the Red Bull Garage as you wait for Free Practice 1 to start. From your periphery, you spotted a gentleman in a Ferrari red racing suit slowly walking towards the garage. You turn your head and you see your boyfriend, Charles Leclerc. You try to click your tongue just a bit and press your fingers to your temple in annoyance.

"What is it that you want, Leclerc?"

You shot a stare causing an abrupt stop to his steps when he acknowledged your displeasure. "I just want to talk. Can you give me a few minutes? Please."

"For the last time, I said no. I have lots of things to do. I don't —"

"I am stupid. I didn't mean anything that I've said last night. just so tired. I still want to work things out between us. I still want what we have... or whatever's left of it." A slight pang in your chest hits you hard as you listen to the words Charles uttered ever so gentle and sweet. He slowly steps forward to you.

"We... ummm.. We can talk more about it after sunday. I just need to concentrate and give my all this weekend. Is that okay?" He slowly reaches out for your hand and wraps his fingers around your pinky finger.

Charles knew the mistake he made. An honest mistake just brought out by exhaustion. You were excited to make plans with him here in Vegas right after the Grand Prix. You show him a list of places that you could go visit and activities that you can do together.

He was so stressed out with the concerns regarding his car and his performance for this track that he was not really paying much attention to you despite your eagerness to make this whole date plan.

When you got too excited and carried away, he snapped to call out your name and to tell that he didn't care what you'll include in your short list of itinerary. You didn't expect the sudden loud voice. You froze in place and Charles quickly took note of this. In a panic, he tried to assure you that he's sorry and he didn't mean it.

He never raised his voice to you. Ever. This was a first. Among all the things you're worried about your relationship with Charles, him possibly falling out of love for you was one thing. You took this a sign that your instinct might be right.

You slowly turned around to head for the door of his hotel bedroom. You dragged your heavy footsteps out that door, along with a heavy heart.

"Radio check please, y/n"

Your race engineer, Hugh, checks in on you as you wait in your car still situated in the garage for confirmation. Once the go-ahead was given as you calmy watch the mechanics taking the blanket off your tires, you carefully roll out on track. Roaring crowds in the grandstand and paddock somehow energized you.

"Track action is finally upon us. What are you most looking forward to?" David Croft starts up the commentary that is being heard through the screens on the track.

"Seeing cars on track and of course, the championship battle between Leclerc and y/n" says Martin Brundle.

"Street Circuits do throw up some jeopardy. Take Singapore as an example. But this is a very different track to Singapore. Very high speeds. The 2nd fastest track on the calendar after Monza."

"The temperature also is down at 19 degrees track temp. It's really chilly and very very cold. A track temp that low is gonna be very difficult for these tires and the drivers."

"Y/n has always been very good at street circuits, hasn’t she? If she continues to show domination this weekend, this is gonna be her 1st world champion title. The first ever woman to do so in Formula 1."

The commentators continue to mention that you and Charles were everyone's favorite F1 couple. You both got everyone glued to their seats with your rivalry and also your sweet relationship outside F1. People keep track of your social media accounts and they also love your interaction during any Grand Prix.

You had 8 laps in and you continue to struggle with the car and this nauseating sensation. The tires had little grip on the track and the G force on your body during turns is making you more sick by the second which was normally never the case because you were trained for it. You were reminded by Hugh to just relax after noticing on the datas relayed back to the pit wall that you were a bit aggressive at the start. Probably because of Charles and how much you want to throw the mere piece of paper with all the lists for dates at his face, you thought.

You were slowly starting to get to the top of the standings then suddenly, you felt something hit your car very hard.

Your car was making this loud screeching sound. You look at your mirror and see sparks flying through the rear of your car. The back of your legs suddenly became slightly numb. A short panic overcame you but you keep calm.

Turns out, a loose drain cover completely destroyed the bottom of your car. Red flag is being waved around. Something lights up on your steering wheel screen stating to stop the car and to turn off the engine.

Marshalls started to tow your car off the track after a few minutes. You took a quick glance on the underside of your car and there you see the carnage. The knot in your stomach hits you like a truck. This is not good.

You know how much this is gonna cost your performance, and also affect the team. The chassis, battery and other important components are gonna be replaced. You had an inkling that you might be given a grid penalty due to the replacement but you hoped you wouldn't.

You painfully wait in your room as everyone is advised that Free Practice 2 is delayed because they're gonna fix the track issue. Your physio is helping you with the concern on the sensation on your leg. Slowly getting better but there is slight discomfort when moving your feet up and down.

Press conferences are being held here and there about the ongoing issue. You were informed by Christian that the FIA is gonna give you a 10-grid penalty on race day. You didn't argue about it because honestly, you were getting too sick to care. You just want this weekend to be done with. You were focused on racing. Unfortunate to be bumped down the grid but you were determined to do better on qualifying day.

When you were called for a press conference with a few drivers about the issue, you drag yourself to the room and the sight of Charles on the sofa sitting beside Max surprises you. You were not prepared to interact with him.

Views between the drivers were exchanged regarding the penalty. Charles was the most vocal and angry against the decision. But you knew too well that their team was the one to veto the decision to forego the penalty. This was not disclosed to the drivers but it was an obvious fact since this is an advantage for them for the championship. Politics, of course.

You wonder at his action, trying to defy the decision of his own team.

"I think the rules have to change for that. Also, teams should not be allowed to have a say in these kinds of things. For sure they are going to vote against it. Every team thinks about themselves."

You are thankful that he's sticking up for you but what if it's really Ferrari who vetoed on the vote, then he better shush it.

"I also want to say that we should've learned from past mistakes. We had a few loose covers before on other street circuits. This track should've been inspected extensively and prepared properly up to race week," Max follows up on the topic. "It's a huge safety concern. The entire car is fucked. Y/n also said she couldn't feel anything in her leg for a few seconds. The accident could've been way worse."

With Max's comments, Charles quickly turned his head towards you with this worried look on his face. Brows slightly raised, wide eyes, and slowly sat straight in his seat.

You were in a hurry to get out of the room after the press conference not just because there has to be another press conference right after yours but also, you want to avoid your boyfriend as much as possible.

Familiar footsteps came running to your direction and the next thing you know, you were spun on your heel by a gentle and warm hand on your wrist only to face your boyfriend.

"Are you okay?! How are your legs?"

He was much more in a panic now than a while ago in front of the cameras. He doesn't need to hide his concern and panic from you. He took a quick look at you from head to toe, his hands scanning every part that might be injured.

"Charles... I'm okay. My legs... it's getting better" You try your best to keep the knot in your stomach in. You were still very nauseated. The quick movements from Charles turning you around and checking to make sure you're okay is getting you nauseous and a bit out of balance. "Honestly, i'm okay, mon chéri."

He wrapped his hands in yours and quickly noticed something different. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it is but holding your hand feels slightly warm. It was not something unusual for you. Whenever you're nervous or excited or even cold from the weather, your hands are the first to be extra warm. He didn't push any further but he was still quite concerned about what he heard from Max during the conference.

He blames himself for not checking up on you as soon as they were informed the FP1 will not be resumed. His team did downplay the situation and he thought that it was just a normal race weekend where something goes wrong with the car. When he saw you through the screens in their garage, you carefully stopped the car at the side of track. It didn't look quite serious like a crash. The mere thought of a crash made his chest tighten. Never a good scenario for both of you in any way and he doesn't want that to happen to you ever.

He didn't push you any further and lets go of you to proceed back to your garage to rest and wait for the next practice later in the evening.

You look forward to lying down on your small but comfortable couch in your room, wrapped up in a fleece blanket. Your warm Red Bull hoodie to keep you company. You wish it was Charles' embrace keeping you warm but your pride could never.

...................................................

You succeeded to take pole position in your qualifying session. Following you in the positions were Charles then Max. Unfortunately, Charles is to be pushed to the front of the grid on race day since you will start on 11th due to the grid penalty for the part replacement.

Pushing through all shitty things that happened to you for the past two days, it's finally race day.

Just before all the cars and teams are to be on standby on the track, Charles paid you one last visit in your room. He noticed that you were more quiet today and didn't expect that you didn't hesitate when he came up and hugged you. He whispered good lucks in your ear, his head nestled in your neck.

"Mon amour, i don't like it when we're fighting. I'm excited to battle it out on track but I want us to fix this after. okay?" He cooed.

You were grateful for the warmth his hug is giving you. You could never stay angry at him. You conceded and gave him a peck on the cheeks. He looked at you and admired your sweet small blushed face.

The kiss was anything but ordinary. It was amazing. You felt like he was sucking all the air out in your chest. Your legs were almost out of strength. His hands wrapping you and writhing around you. If it wasn't race day, you could've had him there. All bare and almost animalistic. But you stopped. It was going take you everything to focus on this race.

Charles noticed that you were extra warm today. It seems like you were getting warmer each day since the start of this race weekend. You noticed this on Charles and quickly responded ahead of what he was about to ask or say to you.

"Yes, I have a 39 degree fever. Already took my medicines. I can do the race. It's just a common flu. I'll get over it." He was about to say more but you quickly cut him off. "Take some medicine later if you're worried. No, I don't regret kissing you and it was amazing. No, I won't back down on this fight."

"I know you won't. That's my girl." He placed a hand on your face, cupping your extremely warm cheeks. "Give me everything you've got, y/l/n."

You smirk, leaning your head against his hand. "Game on, Leclerc."

All of the teams are now on standby on the track. You slid yourself in the cockpit. You observe the mechanics who were surrounding you, making any last minute checks on the car. There were those who were patiently holding on to the tire blankets to keep the tires warm and in perfect shape. If only you could steal one. You were shivering in your seat which didn't go unnoticed by some mechanics present.

Nerves of steel and a strong heart. Lady luck, keep it going until the very end. This is it.

"Okay radio check, y/n"

"Let's get this one, Hugh. For the team!"

"Loud and clear. Bring it home, champ"

Engines were ready, tyres were warm. All the cars on the grid were revving up. Crowds going crazy. Two drivers to battle it out for the championship. The deciding match.

"It is showtime. Our saturday night fight. It's five lights away and Formula 1 goes racing on the streets of Las Vegas!"

You were nearing Turn 1 and you could feel no grip on the soft tires. Charles was about to cut on the outside but you knew if you defended and turned despite no grip, your car could slide. You turned the wheel in a calculated manner but the both of you were pushed out of the track. You need to get back and not let Max overtake you.

You and Charles successfully defended your positions from the pack. There is pandemonium in the stands and in the commentary box.

"She needs to give that position back. She pushed me wide."

Charles radioed in his race engineer.

"It looks like Y/n Y/l/n will be given a 5 second penalty for forcing another driver off the track"

You did your best to babysit the tires in this harsh condition but to no avail. Charles was gaining speed on you and was just around 0.8 secs behind. He aggressively pressured you, keeping close distance, for almost 10 laps.

The cold weather is no joke. Every time you go out of the straights, you feel less grip. You almost curse at the reminder that you weren’t able to get a lot out of practice due to the damage on the car. If maybe you did, there was something you could’ve done. Possibly the engineers could’ve gained a lot of data on graining, tire temperature, and optimum strategy.

Charles locked up at around the 12th lap, widening the gap between you but he got closer to Max. Max almost passed him on the outside but he recovered well. He quickly regained his distance from you and continues to chase you. You also locked up but recovered quickly. As a result, you noticed a flat spot, further causing damage to your tire.

"My tires are now finished!"

"Copy that, y/n. Box now, box."

Around lap 18, you've been called to the pit. As you slow down, Charles took this opportunity to go through the inside and takes the lead of the race. Your team waited for 5 seconds before they could touch the car. 5 seconds may be short but it felt like forever. You knew when you come back out, you could lose a lot of positions. Thankfully, it was a quick stop for the team at around 1.8 seconds. All in all, 7 secs up until the pit lane exit.

As you exited the pit lane, you noticed that no matter how hard you press the throttle, cars were passing you one by one. There was something wrong with the car or maybe...

"Update on y/n's position please." "Charles, she's now P15. She pitted for hards." ---

"HARDS? Are you kidding me, Hugh?! Everyone is either on softs or mediums. Charles is on softs!" "Y/n, there are still 37 laps left. There's still a way around this." "There isn't! But if there is, i'll be fucking damned and push everything i've got." "Be careful, y/n" "I know what i'm doing. Just try me."

"Looks like Red Bull gave y/n a wrong set of tyre compounds. Was it a mistake or just a wrong strategy. This may be a deciding factor on the championship but you heard y/n's radio. Sounds chilling, isn't it?"

It was now or never. No excuse to back out on this.

As if someone had flicked the light switch, the crowds watched as car number 11 fly through track. Your driving technique was masterful. You rose up through the grid, passing every driver with ease. Tight and slow corners were a breeze to navigate through. Your car looked like it was launched by a slingshot through the long straights.

The commentators were going crazy at the spectacular sight of you breezing through everyone with hard tires. This was supposed to be a disadvantage to you on this particular track but you didn't let that stop you. Being on harder tires were a pain in the ass but you knew that these could last longer. You were able to push without worrying much on degradation.

Not long after, Charles could already see you on his mirrors through the straight. Just Max and Russel between the two of you just after 10 laps. Surprised but not really. He knew what a fantastic driver you are. Relentless and fearless.

"Good job there, y/n. Maximum push!" "Thanks. Also, I almost vomited in my helmet but still okay to push through!"

Concerns were shared on the pit wall of Red Bull. Hugh turned to look at Christian Horner, your team principal, also tuning in to your radio. They knew you were sick and couldn't do much about it. You were adamant to continue with the race and not let a reserve driver to drive in your place.

In turn 8 of lap 48 as you were to overtake Russell in front of you, he understeered and not noticing that you were about to pass him. He caused a collision with your front wing with his rear tire. Debris were flying around but you were still able to continue on after checking it with Hugh. A safety car was brought out as advised by Hugh and your team took this moment to call you back to the pit to change the front wing. Everyone was thinking the same thing on pitting as to take advantage of the yellow flag.

You exited the pit lane with a new front wing and fresher softer tyres. Charles stayed out and quickly saw you chasing behind him.

"That's my girl. Give me the best you've got, mon amour" He smirks to himself.

Now noticing the new set of tyres on your car. He knew he pitted way before you. His team decided to stay out and not pit to stay in the lead.

"Are those new soft tyres on y/n? Can we still pit?" "Negative, Charles. Save your tyres until the end. Extend your stint." "Ughhh.. that's gonna be hard but copy."

Your fever is now catching up to you. You occasionally sneeze through the radio when Hugh checks in. Christian radios in to cheer you on through the last laps of the race knowing full well that you're at your limit.

5 laps until the checkered flag and you were successful to keep a 3 second distance between Leclerc. He was ready to defend his lead.

You finally got within DRS range of Charles, closing the distance between him much easier. You were about to take the pass but Charles frustratingly defended his position well. There was a wide turn and you finally took the lead. You kept your position just until after the long straight and Charles went back in front.

You stayed behind him for 3 more laps finally noticing a break on the chase. Charles now wondering why you were not as aggressive during the turns.

"Maximum push, y/n. 3 more laps until the checkered flag." "I got this Hugh. I have a plan. Let's just see how much his tyres could handle."

This was your chance. You kept pressuring him in the corners and on the straights. He was advised by his race engineer to get ready to defend. He's in deep trouble now. His tyres are now starting to give up, not sure if he could bring it up to checkered flag while being constantly pressured by you. He was starting to get intimidated by the sight of your car.

The last 3 turns and a straight until the checkered flag. You kept your position behind him up until the the last turn. Taking advantage of the slipstream when he was in view of the flag.

People were screaming and jumping. Ferrari and Red Bull fans are now standing up from their seats. The commentators were going crazy in their box.

Your vision was now dangerously hazy. Panting like crazy in the cockpit. It was crazy chilly but you were sweating like a bucket in your race suit. Your fever now definitely reaching top temperature. Just as you were reaching top speeds in your car as you take the slipstream.

"and look at that! That was an exciting last lap. Blue overtaking the Scarlet Red. Red Bull mechanics are at the pit wall. The crowd is running wild. Hold on to your seats. And that's driver number 11 and she sees the checkered flag! For the first time ever, Y/n Y/l/n is our 2023 world champion! The first and only woman to ever do so in the history of Formula One! and this is just on her 2nd year in F1. What a woman!"

"P1, mate. That's P1"

"y/n, you're world champion. A world champion!"

Hugh and Christian were shouting in your ear through the radio. Fireworks were seen blasting on the top of every hotel, painting the Las Vegas skyline in amazing colors. You couldn't keep it in and you started crying. Face hidden by your helmet, your celebratory radio with the team is now broadcasted through the screens as you pass by it.

You park your car in the parc ferme behind the number 1 sign and slowly crawled out the cockpit to throw your hands in the air. Red Bull mechanics are shouting your name. You ran to them and throw yourself in their arms. They pat your helmet like crazy and shout congratulatory remarks at you.

You removed your helmet and turn around to see Charles also celebrating with his team. You ran to him and he welcomes you with open arms. Reveling in the fact that you are now world champion, you couldn't care less about doing PDA in front of people and the cameras.

You, Max and Charles stood on the podium. Your eyes were watery as you hear your country's national anthem. Normally, it doesn't make you cry but tonight was different. It means different. You now hold a few records to your name.

Max was the first one to open the champagne bottle, and Charles followed. Both of them directing the mouth of the bottle at you to spray you. Instead of reaching for your bottle, you took Charles' hand and pulled him to the podium.

You whispered something in his ear. "I know how you'll make it up to me." He breaks his distance from you and stared at your sparkling eyes, both of you still getting sprayed with the champagne.

You pulled his collar and your lips met. A sweet kiss after all the crazy events of the weekend. Max was equally surprised, along with everyone on the stage, around the grandstands, and paddock. Everyone watching it on the screens of their television were also screaming. Cameras were flashing non-stop right and left. Both of your respective team principals and PR managers were just laughing below the podium.

"I could get used to that. Maybe i should get you angry every before race" he chuckles.

"Don't push it, Leclerc."

"Just joking." He continues to admire the radiating woman in front of him. "You were amazing. I couldn't have asked for a better rival on track and you're the best partner a man could ever have. I'm so lucky to have you."

"A sentiment not evident from you last Wednesday."

"I apologize for that. To make it up to you, I think I owe you hundreds of dates. I hope you still have that piece of paper."

"Dates and a lot more kisses."

"Roger, world champ! I love you, mon amour."

Both of you smiled at each other and shared one more kiss to fully cap off the celebration. You reached for your champagne bottle and aggressively sprayed Charles. The three of you on the podium are now having a champagne spraying battle.

You and Charles Leclerc were made for each other. You bring out the best in each other and you stood together through the worst. Everyone knew that this is just the beginning. You may be rivals but both of you makes racing much more exciting to watch.

You were now world champion but you know Charles would never fail to make the next season much more exciting.

Bring it on Leclerc. I'm always ready to give everything I have. Here on track or wherever the wind might drop us. Come hell or high water, I am yours.

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All He Needed Was Her (LN4)

Summary: Following the Vegas ‘23 crash, Y/n and Adam find Lando in his hospital bed, yearning for the comfort of his girlfriend’s touch.

Warnings: a panic attack, inferences of death, Lando crashing

Note: that crash was so hard to watch and i still have not recovered

Silence encompassed the space around her, her mind sick with the images of Lando’s crash. What she thought could potentially be his first race win had turned into her worst nightmare as Lando’s car laid smashed against the protecting fences. Her mouth stayed agape as she listened to her boyfriend’s broken “I’m ok,” followed by concerning whimpers and groans. Her eyes frantically searched the room, the faces of his loved ones burned into her brain with their watery eyes and panicked looks. She couldn’t bear the tension within the space, the expressions of the people around her like he had died. The room closed in on her quickly, allowing for no space to breathe or get out of the anxiety filling her lungs. She felt trapped, a panic attack coming on inevitably when she saw the way his hand shook, his arms trying to push himself out of the car yet failing continuously.

She shoved the headset off her ears, shutting out the taunting sounds, before throwing herself into the crowd behind her and pushing them to the side as she tried desperately to claw herself out. She couldn’t turn her head back to see the screens, not even when applauding emitted and a good sign emerged. Y/n reached the door, her hand grasping the handle and hesitating. A large hand grasping her shoulder called her back, willing her to open her eyes and see the survival of her love. When she turned around, her eyes looking up, she was met with the soft look of Adam, Lando’s father.

No matter how comforting he was trying to be, his bloodshot eyes reminded her of the risks her boyfriend took, the chances of him not getting out of that car after a race.

It was too much.

Her heart beat out of her chest and she struggled to find air, her impending anxiety surely, gradually, painfully encroaching her being.

Adam, being familiar with the anxiety attacks his son got, saw the signs, opening the door behind her quickly and shoving her into the empty hallway. His hands landed on her biceps, gripping them as he shook her gently.

“Y/n?” His voice was distant and Y/n wanted to run toward it, however nothing was ever that easy.

He tried again, “Y/n, breathe with me.”

Her mind understood, her lungs expanding shortly as he began to inhale. Tears seeped through the crack of her lips, adding to the drowning she felt she was enduring.

She blubbered and sobbed as she tried to follow his pattern, proving difficult when suffocation seemed probable.

Nevertheless, Adam’s determination triumphed, her mind slowing down as her body caught up.

He looked at her with pity as she came down, his eyes swimming in a certain sympathy she didn’t recognize. This was deeper, he was seeing the pain she was bearing, relating to it because of the exact connection they both nurtured with the boy.

His hands left her arms, stilling at his sides as he began to coax her toward his driver’s room, “How about you rest for a while? That seemed really bad.”

She shook her head immediately, “No, I need to be awake for Lando. What if he needs to go to the hospital?”

Adam closed his eyes as he nudged her into the small room, “Then, I will come wake you. But, for now, he’s going to go to the circuit’s medical center and there’s nothing we can do. It’s best if you allow yourself to relax after that.”

She knew he was right, more so because he sounded exactly like his son. When she had these horrid experiences, Lando was right beside her immediately, gently leading her to any surface where she could lie down. He knew exactly how to make it go away, she never expected to have to do it without him or because of him. He was consistently advocating for her rest after an attack, something that always helped her recover more quickly.

That memory, those habitual instances, persuaded her to give in to Adam’s pleas. He smiled at her as she brought a blanket over her body, Lando’s scent encompassing her body.

“I promise I’ll be back when I have updates.”

She nodded, trusting him like she had for the past few years, “Okay, thank you.”

He closed the door with a nod, the dark haunting her enough to close her eyes and lean into the quiet, peaceful embrace of sleep.

—

She was awoken by shaking, more specifically Adam’s hands shaking her upper body.

“Y/n, wake up.” He whispered, his words guiding her back to the world.

Her eyes fluttered open, “Yeah?”

He seemed stoic, rigid and stressed, something that made Y/n truly wake up, “Lando’s at the hospital. They said we can meet him there.”

She shot up from her laid down position, “What?! The hospital?! Is he okay?!”

His father sighed beside her, getting up and showing how antsy he was to move when he lingered by the door, “I don’t know.”

—

The pair burst through the doors of the hospital, launching themselves at the nurses who sat behind the desk. Their words mixed together as they sputtered out his name, occupation, and situation. This proved to be inefficient because the women looked back at them blankly.

Y/n tried again, “We are here to see Lando Norris. He is a Formula 1 driver and he was involved in an accident.”

It dawns on the employee and her head tilts slightly, “I can’t give out information on him because of his status and occupation. I am sorry. Unless you can prove you are family to him then I can’t give you anything.”

Adam’s hand flew to his pocket, whipping out his wallet and showing her his identification, proving his blood relation to Lando. Y/n watched with a heavy heart as she realized she had nothing to show, she wasn’t family. She was crushed as she realized he would be able to go on to see their boy without her.

When the woman gave him the room number, she gave it to him on paper so as to deter anyone overhearing, he bolted. He was right at the door that led to another hallway when he stopped and turned around, motions for Y/n to follow him.

“I need to see your proof of family relations.” The nurse beside her said expectantly whilst Adam moved back over to the desk.

She shook her head, “I’m his girlfriend. I don’t have proof of blood relations.”

The nurse shrugged, “Then, I’m sorry, I can’t have you go through.”

Y/n opened her mouth to fight back, but Adam interrupted her, “No, she has to. I’ve just shown you I’m his father, take my word for it. Please. My son needs her right now.”

The nurse seemed to be at a crossroads as her gaze flickered between Adam and Y/n. Finally, she nodded curtly and the two were running throughout the building. Down different hallways within the floor, they quickly reached his room. Without thinking, Adam charged in, a strong wave of emotion hitting him when he saw his son wrapped up in a hospital bed.

“Lando,” He sighed, arms falling around Lando’s body as he squeezed him softly, careful with him.

“Hi, dad. Thank you for coming. I’m sorry if I scared you.” He mumbled into his shoulder, hand laying loosely over the back of his father.

Y/n watched from the corner, tears pricking the sides of her eyes at the sight of him. She watched as they pulled back, Lando’s eyes meeting hers and softening with relief before Adam was coughing and excusing himself from the room.

When they were left alone, she walked slowly to him. She stood in front of him for a moment, both individuals taking in the other after the traumatic time apart. When he had had enough of not holding her in his arms, Lando reached out and pulled her closer to his body, arms linking around her hips as he stuffed his face into her chest. She breathed out as her hands tangled in his hair, both of them memorizing the way the other calmed them in such a state.

He clung to her, breathing steady as she whispered sweet, quiet words of love and encouragement to him.

“Sit with me?” He asked with a low volume, pulling back slightly and looking up at her.

She could never say no to his deep green eyes, “Always.”

He shifted to the side as she slid in next to him. She watched the way his eyes lingered over her lap. Chuckling, Y/n sat further against the wall, “Lay your head on my lap, baby.”

He smiled at her brightly, a childlike grin as he shuffled down and set his curly hair over her pants.

A silence passed before she was whispering again, “I love you so much. It was so scary seeing you crash today and I just could not live a life without you. I love you, Lan. You’ve ruined my life for the better. There’s no way I could ever go a day without you.”

He nodded below her, “I can’t either. I kept asking for you when I was at the circuit after the crash, but they kept telling me I couldn’t have any visitors with the impact I had just endured. I was so angry, all I wanted was you. I’ve been like a sitting duck as I stared at the wall and waited for you to arrive. But, now that you’re here, I already feel like I’m getting better. That’s your impact on me. I love you too, love. Being without you for that was worse than the crash itself.”

She looked down at him, leaning over to kiss his temple. When he felt the pressure, he turned his head. She had been pulling back, but got the hint when he looked up at her expectantly. He giggled as she leaned back down, meeting his lips with her own in an intimate, soft kiss.

When they pulled back, she watched his eyes slowly close when she began massaging his scalp and tugging gently at his brown hair. He moaned quietly at the feeling, stroking his hand over her leg as she comforted him with just her presence.

He buried his face further into her lap, breathing her in. By the change of angle, she lost sight of his face, only relying on the monitor to tell her he had fallen asleep when it evened out, reaching a rhythm.

Only then did Adam return, smiling lightly at his sleeping son laying in the lap of his girlfriend. Truly the sweetest sight, he thought, something he would’ve taken a picture of had Y/n been asleep as well.

He sat in the chair beside them, cocking his head at her.

“Thank you.”

The two words caused Y/n’s eyebrows to draw together, confusion etched into her face, “For what?”

Adam sighed and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “For being there for him. Not just now, but all the time. He’s always put everyone else first. He’s always made it the biggest priority to make others feel good when he wasn’t at all. Cisca and I always wished for someone to come along and take care of him right back. Turns out our wishing wasn’t in vain. Here you are and he’s finally understanding what it’s like to be loved that way.”

Y/n stared at him for a moment, eyes averting back to her sleeping boyfriend strewn across her lap, before choking out, “Thank you, Adam. That means the world from you.”

“Just speaking the truth.” He shrugged, leaning back in his chair before kicking his legs up toward the end of the bed. He watched her lean her head back, scumming to sleep just like Lando, her hands still buried in his hair.

That was when he took the picture, sending it to the Norris Family group chat, it including Y/n, and assuring the members of Lando’s wellness.

Adam (2:35 AM)

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Adam (2:35 AM)

Lando’s okay! Don’t worry! All he needed was some medication to calm his nerves and Y/n 🧡

[procrastination-queenie]

It's just an inchident | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Synopsis: you love dotting on Lando

Or

Lando doesn't appreciate you over-feeding him.

Warning(s): Takes place during the car crash at the Vegas GP. Lando is self-critical. Toothrooting fluff, isn't that what you call it? High Lando, don't ask me, but he gave me high vibes in those photos after the crash (hope he's feeling better tho. 🥹) Hints of reader being a foreigner (dunno if this should be put as a warning!)

Author's note: I don't know anything about health care or medical field, so just excuse my lame ass medical justifications. Also some of the comments mentioned in the Smau and the story line are 100% from real life.

"Oooh, yellow flag at turn 14"

"It's a red flag now."

"Is that an accident or .... oh it's an accident.

"Oooh my God. Is that Mclaren?... It's Norris."

"That's lando Norris. Oh my... what an ..."

You heart was beating so loudly in your chest as you kept monitoring the small screens closely waiting for Lando to get out.

Eyes wide, hands covering your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming as you looked at his engineer. "Is he okay?" His engineer was trying to reach him "Lando are you okay?" There was no answer for a few seconds. The cameras of the F1 monitoring your response to the accident closely. Just when you were about to lose it, take off your headset and run to the crash site, lando's mic started working. "I'm fine" you immediately looked back at the screen, not believing him because it showed; it was obvious in his voice that he was not fine, the way he grunted in pain and how his hand was shaking when using the buttons on the wheel of the car, all of it told you that he was not fine.

You were still frowning deeply when they replayed the moment the car was almost on fire and how he was trying his best, very quickly, to control the steering wheel, but in vain. You felt helpless watching as you tried to imagine the gravity of it and how he must be feeling right now.

"Y/n" you looked away from the screen about to ask them where Lando is, so you can go see him. "Y/n, they're going to take lando to the medical centre." You were about to panic even more when his engineer assured you. "It's just for check up, don't worry. They said he's fine. They just want to make sure," you nodded; however, this didn't calm you one bit. What if they checked and turns out there's actually something to worry about?

You grabbed your jacket and bag and headed to the hospital right away. His coach, Jon, went with you to the hospital. You were anxiously waiting in a room until they rolled lando on a bed into the room,with machines and wires attached to his upper body.

"Hey baby" he dragged the last syllable, which made you look at him funny then turn to the doctor. "Ugh, he's on some medications to get him relaxed,he was shaken up from the whole thing." You looked back at poor Lando to find him nodding in agreement with the doctor. "Okay, then I'll leave you to it, he shouldn't be staying for long anyways. We will keep him for like an hour maximum to make sure there are no side effects after the accident."

"Why does he look ... loopy?" You gently hit Jon's shoulder who chuckled lightly at your cute way of reprimanding him. You shook your head as you sat next to Lando. "Are you okay, baby?" He nodded looking up at you like a baby that needs attention. You chuckled at his behaviour he was definitely acting loopy.

"Does anywhere hurt?" You inquired trying to get him to talk. He nodded. Your face fell for a second, worried that the doctor might have missed something when checking on Lando. "Where?" You scanned the rest of his body quickly before looking back at him for an answer. "Here" he said pointing at his heart. You frowned in a are-you-serious-mannar that got Jon erupting in laughter at Lando's lack of awareness due to the meds. "Shut up!" You said shaking your head as you looked back at lando who was all pouty, yet had this look in eyes that was expecting something from you.

"No, lando. I am being serious." You held his hand while the other played with his hair which got his eyes fluttering a bit. "Is there anything that's hurting you?" You leaned into him whispering. He huffed in annoyance. "YES, yes there is. Your lack of affection is hurting me woman. Just give me a kiss and I'll feel better." You were surprised with his behaviour, what kind of meds did the doctor put him on?

Again you heard Jon try his best to supress a laugh, but you ignored him this time, rolling your eyes. You were really worried, usually when things like that happened during a race, Lando doesn't take it easy on himself and he jumps right away at any opportunity to criticise his performance;however, you were thankful that the meds have eased his nerves a bit for him to actually think about what happened. "Am I going to keep on waiting for too long?" The bratty side was starting to show which made you laugh.

"What are you laughing about?" He asked in amusement totally unaware of the presence of his coach in the room as well. "Nothing,... you're just ... I don't know. You're acting like a baby." You answered between fits of laughter. "Yeah, but I am your baby right?" His tone completely changed from sassy to worried which made you look at him in awe. You couldn't deny him any longer, honestly who would? You leaned into him slowly only to see him close his eyes really fast preparing for your kiss. This made you find difficulty in holding your laughter back, but lando has had enough so he pulled you in for a kiss that literally almost took your breath away. His hand was warm over your cheek. He let go and removed his hand from your cheek and leaned on his back to rest, leaving you speechless. "Wasn't that hard was it?" His sassy side was back.

You blushed while laughing, which in return made lando beam at you in happiness. You rested your head on his shoulder, "I was so worried about you." You said. "I know, but I am fine now" he said planting a kiss on the crown of your forehead. You tried to shake away any thoughts of a more aware lando that you will definitely have to deal with later as you lost yourself to sleep.

True to his words, the doctor returned back with the news of releasing Lando from the hospital. You were helping lando put on some clothes since he hadn't changed out of his race suit, yet. He was pulling his grey hoodie over his head when he winced, "What's wrong?" You asked, concern evident in your voice. "Nothing just remembered I have to comment on the crash." It was evident from his tone that he was starting to sober up from the meds. You dreaded what he was going to go through. "Lan, please take it easy on yourself,hm?" You said patting his cheek before giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek. He nodded with sleep glossing over his eyes, he must be really tired; he also didn't get to rest well because of the jet lag.

"Lando, lando, lando"

There were some reporters waiting outside of the medical centre for lando as you both exited along with Jon and the security team.

"Lando what do you think of today's incident?" One of them asked putting the mic as close to Lando as possible.

"An unfortunate end to our Las Vegas GP weekend," he said. "I just bottomed out on the restart, lost the rear and hit the wall. Not the way we wanted the weekend to end, especially considering the pace looked promising on Oscar’s side."

Jon queued that it was time to leave, so lando gave them a final word before heading off.

"Big thanks go to the medical staff for checking me over, and to the team for the work they’ll now put in on the car. One week to reset and go again for the season finale in Abu Dhabi.”

"Of course, thank you for you time Lando. Hope you feel better, mate." Lando nodded as he got escorted away and into the car with you. He rested his head into your lap the moment he got into the car.Your hand immediately took place between his soft curls. Lando hummed quietly dozing off to sleep since he was super tired.He had to be woken up again when you both arrived at the Hilton. He refused to let you go, even during the lift ride, almost most of his weight was on you as he leaned into you. You reached your room quickly, and helped him into the bathroom. "Lando, baby please wash up first while I get you something to eat yeah," you gently requested of him before you let him go. He wanted to protest, but you were not hearing any of it; not only was he jet lagged but he hadn't had any proper meal today.

It seemed that Lando opted for a quick shower since you heard it running as you changed out of your clothes. He finished by the time the food arrived to your room. You both ate in bed under the covers, the t.v on for background noise, none of you paying attention to it. You tried to talk with him, not wanting to leave him to his harsh and self critical thoughts. "feeling better,baby?" Lando nodded quietly munching on his fries as your fingers coiled his curls in place. You didn't miss the way a small smile made its way on his lips, he loved it when you played with his hair. It just made him weak.

"I am sorry you couldn't be proud of me tonight. You didn't even get to enjoy the race." You frowned at his words that he said after a few seconds of silence. "Lando," you placed your plate aside and turned to him fully so you can face him. "You know that you always make me proud. Always. No matter what the result is." You looked into his eyes to show him how sincere you were. "Lando, even if you weren't an F1 driver, I'd still be proud of you no matter what." You tried to comfort him. He didn't deserve it. What happened wasn't even his fault, and Andrea mentioned this to the media, as well. "All I could think about when that accident happened was your safety." You almost teared up thinking back to how he must have felt in that moment and the panic that showed through his hand and head movement, how he must have been taken aback by it all. "Baby, don't cry now," he said, putting his plate aside as well. "No, Lando, don't. Because it really tears me up inside how you can be so judgemental towards yourself," you said, gently moving his hand away from your face that was trying to wipe away your tears. "Baby, you're amazing, and I am sure that one day you'll be as amazing as all the drivers you have ever looked up to and even more. I just know it. Just please don't do this to yourself. It's always a team effort, not just one person, and I know that you always give it your all, so just please don't be so harsh on yourself because you don't deserve it." Lando nodded as he came closer to give you a hug. "I am sorry, I didn't know I was being such an ass." He said. "You're not being an ass to me. You're being an ass to yourself, and I really hate it when you do that." You sniffed, hugging him back and hiding your face in his neck. Warm breath teasing his neck, which made him giggle a bit, made your heart flutter. "Ah, how did I get so lucky," he said under his breath, but you heard him. "I love you so much." You said, looking up into his pretty eyes. "I love you too, baby." He said before kissing you.

"Now, eat." You said gesturing with your head towards his plate. "Nah, I wanna cuddle instead."

"Lando, eat first and then we can cuddle."

"Ugh, fine. So bossy," he muttered.

"Ugh, so sassy." You copied him as he gave you a side eye.

You both erupted in laughter. "Love you," he said focusing back on his food.

"Love you to the moon and back," you said

"Love you more,"

"No, I love you more,"

"No, I love you even mo-" he was not giving up, but you had to make sure he was well fed. "Lando, finish your food, or I swear to God..."

"Fine, fine woman jeez... why can't you just reciprocate my love," he mumbled again.

"Landooo,"

"I am eating, I am eating, see," he said with a mouth full of fries. You laughed and shook your head. How did you even end up with this dork, you thought.

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Rough day. Big impact. But feeling okay! Thanks for all of the messages ❤️ See you next weekend

Comments:

Mclaren: 🧡🧡🧡

Zedd: Glad you're alright brother!❤️

Charles_leclerc: Feel better mate!

Maxverstappen1: why do you look like you're high?

↬Your Username: that's because he was indeed high 🥴

↬Landonorris: I was not 😳😳😳

↬Your Username: yes, you were. I have proof. Jon has a video of you.

↬FanUserName1: I wanna see it sooo bad.

↬FanUserName2: me too.

↬Danielricciardo: me three. 👀

↬Landonorris: Fuck off, Daniel.

Y/UserName

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He's feeling better and that's all that matters. Always proud of you, love.💋

Comments:

Carlossainz55: yeah, right feel better, love 💋🙄

↬Your Username: Carlos, I swear to God, i will not tolerate the attitude just because you're Latino.👊🏼

↬Carlossainz55: oh no I am so scared. 🙄

↬Your Username: @iamrebeccad come get your boyfriend.

↬iamrebeccad: Carlos, I've had enough. Honestly stop it. I have to run around in the comments to stop this nonsense more than I run around from one city to the other for your races.🤦🏻‍♀️

↬Carlossainz55: mi amour, not you too.🥲💔

↬iamrebeccad: feel better guys, hopefully it won't happen again.🥹 @landonorris @/your username.

FanUserName1: oh my God, Rebecca dragging Carlos through the comments.😂😂😂

adam_norris_pure_electric: ❤️

*your username and Landonorris reacted to this comment *

FanUserName2: take care of him please.🥹🙏🏼

FanUserName3: We love you landinho, get well soon 🇧🇷 💛💚💛💚

OscarPiastri: Feel better, Lando🥹

↬Your Username: dw, I am taking good care of him.😁

↬LandoNorris: yeah, she's keeping me well fed.

↬FanUserName4: I knew it!! y/n's type of love is acts of service. Imagine her feeding lando and how she would act if he said that he's full.

↬FanUserName5: I don't wanna know tbh. The paps got a photo of her this one time when he refused taking any more food when they were out on a date,and she looked like she was one minute away from smashing the plate over his head.

↬Your UserName: in my defense he was not eating well, and I couldn't leave him like that without food.🤷‍♀️

↬LandoNorris: WITHOUT FOOD?!!😳😳😳 Babe you made me eat my whole plate and half of yours, i wouldn't count that as no food.

↬Your UserName: Sweetheart, back in my country this counts as a little girl's appetite.

↬Danielricciardo: hahaha she just roasted you on national t.v.🤣🤣🤣

↬LandoNorris: @Heidierger_ come get your bf. 😑

↬FanUserName6: What's with athletes having their gfs come collect them from this comment section ?! 😂😂😂😂

Mclaren: Take a deserved rest. We still have Abu Dhabi coming up. 🧡💪🏼

[umlewis]

via schecoperez's ig story - november 17, 2023

[umgeorge]

george russell in the garage on media day, las vegas, united states - november 15, 2023 📷 hoch zwei / imago

[ummick]

"Life lately. 💁✨" - november 21, 2023 📷 @.mercedesamgf1 / instagram

[sokoal]

Charles Leclerc & Taylor Zakhar Perez

[formulalfc]

You and Lance get hitched in Vegas

You and Lance didn’t usually make such spontaneous decisions, but Lance had got a podium in Vegas, and you were both so happy that when Danny Ric had suggested a night of drinking and gambling to the grid and you guys weren’t gunna say no. And so practically the whole grid had ended up in the casino and lost embarrassing amounts of money as you (who had been taught how to play cards by your poker obsessed father) fleeced them for everything they had. And somewhere during drinking and playing cards someone had mentioned the Elvis chapel and one thing led to another and you had Danny as your maid of honour and Mick had come down (sober) from his hotel room to be Lance’s best man. And then you were married. And when you woke up in the morning, garter wrapped around Lance’s head, you weren’t mad. I mean sure you had wanted a big wedding day with both of your families, but you could still do that during the off season without your family ever knowing. And so, when you showed up to the paddock for the final race of the season you didn’t even think to take your ring off, having gotten used to the weight of it over the week. But then a fan caught sight of it and manged to grab a picture without you or Lance noticing and of course it was all over the f1 media and you were so confused at why you had so many missed calls from your siblings and your mum. Until you open twitter and you and Lance are basically number 1 on trending and you and lance are stood in his drivers’ room trying to figure out what to say to the relatives that are now hounding the both of you. And when you finally show your face at the drivers parade Danny just bursts our laughing at the both of you. But you can’t even be mad cause you’re married to your person and you’re so incredibly happy.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[umseb]

"Bahrain GP (4th Race): 2nd place (Bahrain International Circuit, Sakhir) – 'A good result after a difficult and very hot race. One of my favorite trophies in the racing calendar. The Bahrain trophy: it’s silver, it’s elegant, it’s solid – just a really great memento.'" - november 17, 2023 📷 @.sebastianvettel / instagram

[whoami-24601]

Dando blurb:

Settling down in his hotel bed in Abu Dhabi, Daniel decides to check out his socials before he attempts to sleep. In his Instagram inbox, he sees Lando sent him a message:

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No comments, only the video. Daniel watches it and laughs as he realizes Lando is pointing out how he and Max answered Daniel while Daniel said Valterri. Chuckling to himself, Danny writes back, "jealous much?"

He doesn't have to wait long for a response. LandoNorris: "not jealous because i know it's not true."

"It could be true!" Daniel argues. "Val and I go way back. I've known him since you were in diapers."

LandoNorris: "Gross."

When Lando doesn't add anything else, Daniel decides to be kind. "I have to mix things up occasionally or it gets boring. I always say you and Max."

He adds a minute later, "and you usually say Carlos so I guess we both were."

LandoNorris: "I pick Carlos for daytime activities like golf."

Daniel smiles to himself, recognizing the comment for what it is. "Oh, so you prefer Max at night?" he teases.

LandoNorris: "I was going to come to your room tonight but I changed my mind."

"Nooooo," Daniel says out loud. He writes, "because you like ME best at night?"

LandoNorris: "I hate you."

LandoNorris: "and, yes. Obviously."

"You'd better come quick. I'm already in bed."

Daniel hears a knock just a minute later. Startled, he thought there is no way that is Lando already. He glances down at himself and decides his ratty t shirt and shorts are fine, regardless of who is there. He opens the door without looking through the peephole and is shocked to find LandoNorris in the flesh. "How did you get here so fast?"

Lando pushes past Daniel, with a bag swung over his shoulder. "I was already on my way. I got ready when you responded. Wanted to make sure you were up." He tosses his bag on a chair and walks into the bathroom.

"Calling would have been easier and faster," Danny replied, following Lando through the room.

"Sure," Lando answered without elaborating. He emerges in his own shorts and t shirt, ruffling his hair. "Bedtime?" he asks, looking back at Danny, standing in the middle of the room.

"My second favorite nighttime activity," Danny agrees. He walks up to Lando and slowly puts his arms around the other man's waist.

"I'm not that fragile " Lando huffs, returning the soft hug.

"You're a little fragile," Danny disagrees. With a quick kiss, he pulls back and directs Lando to the bed. He slowly crawls in, pain still clear in his movements. "I got it, Bear," Danny offers, grabbing the blankets to lift them higher.

"Thanks, Danny," Lando says as he settles in the bed, turning on his side. "Coming?" he asks, seemingly irritated but more likely just tired.

"Just making sure you're good first. I'll get the lights and be right there." Daniel turns off the lights and crawls in next to Lando, careful as he puts his arm out, knowing Lando will want him as a pillow.

"Is your favorite nighttime activity stargazing?" Lando asks as he closes his eyes.

"Absolutely." Daniel tightens his arm around Lando gently and closes his eyes. "Gazing in your eyes is the best thing ever."

"Such a muppet," Lando slurs, already falling asleep.

[amaranthineghost]

when I say I screamed when Lando went off on the 4th lap, literally almost cried I was so sad 😪

on another note, I'll try to work on writing some more things, I just need some ideas so feel free to send requests and ideas. I'm open to any driver <3

I'll try to get to them asap, but I've got to finish making some presents for my friend's birthday while I have the motivation because it's coming up soon.

if you have any general questions or would just like to get to know me, I'll gladly answer 😋

and for anyone who is interested, I also have a COD fanfiction in the works :3

[henryrussell63]

Nap time for my sweet angel 😇 😴

[lestappentrain]

we are having such great lestappen content but just 'cause i know we NEED balance, i'm writing some angst for the next chapter of I'll fight their doubt and give you faith.

why am i doing this to myself? because life is not fair, and if we have to suffer with angst just so charles can have a good race, then so be it.

[umlewis]

📷 @.f1sutton / instagram

[umgeorge]

george russell arrives to the track on practice day, las vegas, united states - november 16, 2023

[ummick]

mick schumacher arrives to the track on practice day, las vegas, united states - november 16, 2023 📷 sam bloxham / motorsport images