#norussell

[f1-disaster-bi]

Your heart is constantly running (just never towards me) 1/?

Lando shoved all thoughts of George from her mind, and focused back on racing. There was no use in wasting time on things that were never going to happen. Her crush was just that, a crush. She’d grow out of it as quickly as she had grown into it is what she told herself as she closed her eyes and listened to Jon’s latest mindfulness podcast as he worked on her back. It would pass with time.

[alexanderossis]

Ooo… that’s an interesting prompt idea with the songs, could you do number 4 for Lando/George? 🥰

Vegas by Doja Cat

Love it when you be cryin' out when I'm corseted

Could've been what we should've been, but you lost a bet, now you gotta find me

NSFWish so it's below the cut 😉

They place a bet on who will be in the lead for the championship when they get to Vegas. George bets on Lewis, of course. Lando bets on Max, of course.

The prize: the loser has to wear whatever the winner wants.

Lando wins, and Lando knows exactly what he wants.

"Lando, I'm not sure about this," George groans from the bathroom.

Lando is perched on the bed, waiting, anticipation thrumming through his body.

"Shut up, George," Lando sing-songs, "You lost."

"I thought you'd make me wear like a McLaren race suit or something."

"That's no fun."

George grumbles something in response but it's lost in the noise of George opening the door, the sound of heels on the tile floor, and the blood rushing in Lando's ears.

Despite his earlier groans, George feels a flush of confidence as he stands in front of Lando, whose jaw is currently on the floor.

He wouldn't have picked it for himself to wear, but George doesn't hate the way that the corset hugs his waist, how the cups press into his pecks. It digs into his skin a bit but he likes how tight it feels, snug and safe. The garter and stockings are a little itchy but with the black, shiny heels, everything feels complete. He feels...

"Pretty," Lando blurts, taking the words from George's brain, "You look so fucking pretty, George."

George preens under the attention, blushing as he watches Lando's eyes roam across his body, taking it all in.

"Get on the bed," Lando bites his lip.

"I wore your outfit, I'm done following your orders," George retorts, but he shifts closer, desperate to feel Lando's hands on him.

"George, I swear-"

"George, I swear-" George mimics but manages to topple onto the bed without spraining an ankle, leaning down to press a kiss to Lando's lips.

Lando indulges him for a few kisses before he shoves him onto his back and leans over him.

"I should have done this a long time ago," Lando traces a pattern down the side of the stocking.

"I shouldn't have trusted Lewis' driving, apparently," George grumbles.

"Please do not talk about Lewis Hamilton while you're in my bed," Lando pinches George's side.

George giggles and Lando is captivated by the sight in front of him. A year ago he never thought he could even have George, and now he has a giggling George Russell in his bed, dressed in lingerie, at his mercy, in his hotel room in Vegas.

He itches to touch, to mess George up, to ruin the corset. But first, he reaches down to where he's stashed his camera next to the bed.

"Arms above your head, baby," Lando orders, and George goes willingly this time, with only one complaint.

"This better not be going on Lando.jpg."

"No," Lando snaps a couple of photos, focusing on the way the corset cuts into George's perfect, pale skin. He knows it will leave marks tomorrow for Lando to kiss and trace. "Just for me."

He puts the camera down and leans over George, "You're all for me." He leans down, pressing his lips between George's tits, where the corset pushes them up.

"Yours," George whines, aching to feel Lando's hands, his lips, his tongue.

Lando doesn't make him wait much longer.

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Hope you enjoyed! Can't believe this was my fourth most-played song this year.

[versatanic]

*que evil british laughter*

LANDO NORRIS & GEORGE RUSSELL being cringefail in Our Drivers Guess The F1 23 Rankings!

[kylekirkwoods]

Norussell for the ship ask

i get it. i see the vision. not my favorite ship for either of them, but it has a special place in my heart.

ask me about ships and we'll play bingo

[raewritesf1]

Hellooooooo. This is a random question but would you ever explore any other George ships? I know you wrote that you like britcedes, galex, norussell, and eurotucks so I am curious if you would ever write for any of them?

Hello new anon

If I ever have a fic idea or get a request for any other those ships I totally would write it. I do actually have a 5+1 Galex fic planned out that I’ve just never gotten around to writing.

[lewarles]

Norussell -> lewisgeorge

Going full mercedes stan

[scotemcfly]

"DAB JUST LIKE IM CAM NEWTON, #DAB !!!" #keeppounding #futurehive #norussell #CAROLINAwasplayingfuturedoingpregame

[f1-disaster-bi]

Just a little thing on my mind:

"Why does it have to be like this?" Lando sounds as exhausted as George feels. The other isn't looking at him. His gaze is fixated on his hands that rest in his lap and for some reason, George has never felt further away from Lando than he did right now despite them sitting side by side on their bed. He wants to reach for him. The urge to bridge the gap between them almost has George desperately scrambling to find the right words to say but pride won't let him. George knows Lando is right, but he can't acknowledge that yet. His ego won't let him be the one in the wrong not even as he watches Lando wipe the tears from his cheek. "I don't know" is what George manages to say and even that sounds emotionless, as if he has checked out, and it makes Lando's shoulders tremble with a sob the other tries to quieten. If George were a better, stronger man, he'd hold him tight and kiss away the tears. He'd reassure Lando that this isn't them, that he won't let this be what they become, but George remains steadfast and still. A statue of his own making. Imprisoned by his own walls. "I love you, why isn't that enough?", Lando whispers and finally looks at George, and George has to look away. The devastation and hurt in those ever shifting shades of blue and green and grey is too much to bare on his already heavy soul. Something inside of him, his heart he thinks, begs him to let go of his ego and save this. It begs him to call his press officer and call this whole thing off, that he doesn't care about the rumors, that he doesn't need a fake girlfriend because he isn't ashamed of who he is. His hands remain still. Lando cries for the both of them until they crawl into bed. The space between them grows. And in the morning, George wakes up to an empty bed and a note that breaks his heart in ways he wasn't aware it could break. "I can't do this. I hope she makes you happy"

[f1-disaster-bi]

Baby, 14 and norrussell?? 👀

Here you go @f1-birb

Noah James Russell had come into George's life early one morning in February and completely change his life in a way that George would never regret. He had loved their little boy from the moment Lando had met him in the hallway that day, positive pregnancy test in hand and a grin on her face.

They hadn't even known that Noah was a he back then, they just knew that they loved him and George was still in awe of his wife for bringing their son safely to them. It hadn't been the easiest of pregnancies, Lando's morning sickness had last part way through her second trimester and made it hard for her to keep down food, and George was still racing. Lando had retired after her third championship, wanting to settle into married life and start a family, and George was forever in love with the life they now had.

Especially when Noah was blinking up at him with eyes that look exactly like Lando's with a little fist shoved into his mouth as he smiled up at George. He was only a little over two months old, and George swore that he was the cutest baby to ever exist as he blew as soft kiss on his clothed tummy to hear him coo as a little hand tugged at his hair.

"Alright you little stinker, I think someone needs a nappy change, yeah?", George laughed softly, blowing another kiss on his tummy to hear that almost laugh. Lando's books had told them Noah wouldn't start laughing until he was four months old, but George swore their little man was a quick learner and would be giggling like his mum soon, "And then we can go see if Mummy is awake from her nap"

Noah just made soft sounds at him, but he didn't protest as George went about changing his nappy. Luckily, aside from those first three weeks, Noah had settled pretty quickly. They had a routine for him that Lando stuck to, and when George was home, he made sure she napped when Noah did. When he was away, his or Lando's mum came to stay. It was just until Lando was fully recovered and Noah was a little older and easier to manage on his own.

"There we go!", George cheered before he used the disinfectant wipes to clean his own hands before he carefully picked Noah up, cradling him close and swaying him slightly, "Now you're no longer my little Stinker. You're just my little Noah"

"Will you stop calling him your little stinker", Lando grumbled as she walked into the nursery with a yawn. She held her arms out for Noah, and George didn't hesitate to hand their son to her as she gave Noah a sleepy smile before glaring at George, "You're going to make him think he's smelly"

"But he is my little stinker sometimes", George laughed as he pressed a kiss against his wife's cheek and wrapped an arm around her, "He's only two months old. He won't think he's smelly"

Lando just grumbled a little but she leaned into George's hold as she smiled down at Noah. Noah was watching her, one little fist gripping the collar of the t-shirt she had worn for her nap that had George's logo across the back of it. His little eyes closing softly as he blinked sleepily while Lando stroked a finger across he's cheek.

"I can't believe we made something so perfect", Lando whispered as she looked up at George with a few tears in her eyes.

"You did all the work sweetheart", George kissed her temple and used his thumb to brush away the stray tears, "Our little stinker wouldn't be here if it weren't for you"

Really, George had known the last bit would make Lando pull away from him with a glare but it was worth it to see her trying to fight the smile she desperately wanted to give at the joke but instead she just shook her head at him.

"Stop it! No more cuddle time for you", Lando threatened before she looked down at Noah who was smiling at them as it the conversation they were having was the funniest thing in the world, "Your Daddy is being mean, yes he is. So no cuddles for Daddy. He can go make Mummy dinner while Mummy feeds you, yeah?"

With that, she left the room and George could only smile before he followed them. He'd make her whatever she wanted and go where ever she told him to go because there was nothing in this world that George would do for Lando or their son.

[f1-disaster-bi]

ok so bap girly here again and can I say I got sucked in back to a 2nd gen kpop binge and omfg imagine a "please don't" k.will au with lando having to see the man he loves marry someone else and he has to be best man and 😭😭 im crying here

I don't blame you. If I wasn't on a Fletcher kick, I would be binging rn and omg K.Will!! I haven't heard anyone mention him in so long, and I can only think of two songs with mv's that are as sadder or sadder (Severly - ftisland and Baby I'm Sorry -MYNAME, wasn't even a myname fan and that HURT)

BUT YES

I was thinking Max F but I'm still on my George/Lando kick (and now a max/charles/lando kick)

Lando and George being George's best man because George lost a bet to Alex years ago so Alex is officiating. Lando is George's next choice, they've been friends for years. Lando has always been there for him even when they've had their spats, and George wants his best friend by his side for his wedding

And Lando....Lando grins and bears it because he loves George. It's always been George for Lando, but he knows that George will never love him in that way. They had a drunken kiss once, and George had a whole panic attack about how he's not gay, he can't be gay, and begs Lando not to tell anyone. Lando just laughs off the kiss, reassures George that one kiss doesn't change anything even though inside he has been breaking because he has loved George for so long and this just proves he can't ever be the one George falls in love with

To make everything worse, Lando genuinely likes George's fiancée. They get a long as if they've always been friends. Alex even jokes that George got himself a female Lando because her and Lando have so many similarities and that just makes it worse. Lando can't help but think that if he was a girl then George would have loved him, but he keeps it all inside. He hides his pain with smiles, he celebrates with them for every major achievement and he stands with them on their wedding day. He tells them they're the perfect couple, makes a speech about them being the definition of love, and later sneaks out to get air.

When George finds him, George is worried about him. He's asking if it's too much for Lando because he knows Lando isn't the fondest of crowds but Lando just fakes a smile and lets George pull him back inside to dance until he can slip away again and this time he has to leave because he can't do this. He can't watch George be so happy, and the guilt over hating his happiness is killing Lando, He ignores calls and texts, and eventually has to pull over because he's just sobbing because he wanted it to be him. He wanted to the one George loved, and it hurts. It hurts to feel selfish and jealous and resentment over something that he should let go off so he just cries

And maybe, just maybe, makes up his mind that he needs a fresh start without George in his life because he can't be the friend George wants, and George can't be the love that Lando wants

[f1-disaster-bi]

Even though I am no where near finished, and updates might be slow, do you guys want the first chapter of Girl Lando au?

[f1-disaster-bi]

Once more debating how and when to post Girl Lando au

[alexanderossis]

Hi, are you still taking prompts? If so would you write something about Lando/George, friendship or romantic I don’t mind! Maybe George being upset with Lando about something and Lando trying to make it up to him?

Thanks <3

Really love what you’ve been writing recently!

"So, how is Lando feeling?" Carlos asks George as they walk into the paddock in Brazil.

"What do you mean?" George stops walking, and Carlos raises his eyebrows.

"He has food poisoning?"

"He- He what?" George reaches for his phone, opening his text conversation with his boyfriend who apparently has food poisoning.

"He told me that he wasn't going to be on track today because he's sick," Carlos fixes George with a look.

"Well, he bloody well didn't tell me!" George exclaims.

You're sick????? He texts Lando.

"Are you two not dating?" Carlos looks at George over his sunglasses.

"Well, I thought we were," George runs a hand through his hair exasperatedly.

He refreshes his text feed but gets nothing from Lando. Sure, Lando had been distant since they'd gotten to Brazil, George having his own room here as part of his new race mindset. When George had asked to hang out the night before, Lando had said he was busy and George hadn't heard from him since.

"Well, I'm going to let you sort this out," Carlos bites his lip, "But George, sometimes you have to ask twice, okay? He's not always forthcoming with this stuff."

And yeah, George knows that. It took Lando four dates before he realized that George actually did want to date him and that they weren't hanging out as friends. And it took George three goes of asking him to move in before Lando actually believed him.

He waves Carlos off and presses the call icon next to Lando's name.

"Hello?" Lando groans into the phone.

"You're sick?" George asks, but it's not a question.

"Oh, um, yeah." And Lando sounds so sad and sick that George wants to just forget all of this and go to him but he can't.

"Why did I have to find out from Carlos?" George sighs.

"I didn't want to bother you," Lando mumbles.

"Are you kidding me, Lando?"

"Sorry," Lando coughs and groans.

"I'm your boyfriend, you're supposed to tell me these things!" George paces, "I'm supposed to be there for you. And here I am finding out from another driver that you're sick."

"I'm sorry, George!" Lando pleads, "Really, I wasn't trying to tell Carlos either, he just came by my room while I was throwing up."

"So your plan was to suffer in your room, alone?"

Lando goes quiet on the other end. George pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Look George, I don't have the energy to argue with you about this," Lando sniffs, "Have a good press conference."

George pulls the phone away from his ear to see that Lando has hung up.

He finishes media and makes a beeline for Lando's hotel room, using the spare key Lando always gives him to get inside.

It's stuffy and hot in Lando's room but it's clear from the discarded water and Gatorade bottles and the half-empty sleeve of saltines that someone has been here trying to help Lando. Probably Jon, George thinks.

And Lando, his beautiful, insufferable Lando, is bundled under a million blankets, asleep on the hotel bed. George makes himself useful, cleaning up the discarded bottles and opening the windows a crack to let in some air.

Finally, he sits down on the edge of the bed. Beneath the layers, Lando looks so small. George always feels like Lando is small compared to him, but this is different. He looks so fragile and worn out like he's raced for 5 hours with no break. George had googled food poisoning symptoms on the ride over, and wouldn't be surprised if Lando's lost a few pounds throughout all of this.

He leans over to smooth Lando's sweaty curls and adjust the blankets and realizes that Lando is wearing one of George's old Williams hoodies. Something flutters in George's chest. He can't be mad at Lando for not telling him, not when he looks and feels like this but... he's still hurt.

Lando stirs slightly as George strokes his hair. "George?" He mumbles, eyes fluttering.

"I'm sorry, baby," George whispers, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"S'okay," Lando nuzzles against George's hand.

"Can I lay with you?" George asks, pressing the back of his hand against Lando's head where he's hot with fever.

Lando nods weakly, and George climbs into the bed next to Lando.

"You're burning up," George kisses the top of his head.

"I'm so cold," Lando sighs, voice catching. A few tears fall from his eyes.

"Oh sweetheart," George pulls the blankets up tighter around Lando and reaches over to wipe away the tears, "I'm sorry you're sick."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Lando murmurs sleepily, leaning his full weight onto George and closing his eyes again.

"It's okay," George tucks him close, "It's all okay."

The next morning, against George's wishes, Lando's back in the paddock, ready to race for FP1 and qualifying.

He finds George in the Mercedes motorhome, pouring over some data with Lewis.

"Intruder alert!" Lewis jokes as Lando approaches, coffee in hand.

"Ha ha," Lando rolls his eyes.

George watches him carefully, taking in the dark circles under Lando's eyes and the way he's breathing shallowly like he's trying not to puke.

"Everything okay?" George stands, pressing a kiss to Lando's forehead.

Lando shrugs, "I made it through the first practice."

"Lando-"

"Hush, George." Lando gives him a small smile, "I brought you this."

He holds out the coffee to George who takes it, smiling when he realizes it's made exactly how he likes it. Lando is shifting back and forth, hands behind his back, looking up at George innocently.

"Consider it an "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I had food poisoning and you had to find out from my ex-teammate" apology coffee."

It's stupid and George wants to tell him that it's going to take more than a coffee to make it up to him, that they need to talk about this, that Lando can come to him with anything. But Lando is smiling so sweetly at him and he's gone out of his way while he's sick to try and make it up to George and well, George kinda loves him so...

"Apology accepted," George hums, pressing a kiss to Lando's lips, much to the chagrin of Lewis who yells, "Go makeout in the McLaren motorhome!" causing Lando to giggle against his lips.

Yeah... everything is going to be fine.

Hope this is what you were looking for anon! Once again, I'm leveraging Lando's sickness for my own content oops.

[raewritesf1]

That angst anon that’s fueling on your Lewis angst😭😭😭Imma have to fight them (jk jk. I am enjoying this back and forth a lot.) But there is going to be a positive reaction Lewis, right. Right. One of them gotta be. Some heart warming Britcedes moments. You know you want to.

ACADEMIC RIVALS GAX. OOOOOOOOOF THAT WOULD BE SO GOOD. OML. THAT WOULD HIT SO HARD.

Also, random question but what are your other ships if you have any?

- LH

This coming in right before their asks lol. But yes there will be a positive Lewis reaction. Maybe. Probably.

ANYWAYS GAX ACADEMIC RIVALS WOULD BE SO GREAT. Cause like gtg already showed they’re both massive nerds, but im pretty sure they’ve both in interview stated they hate doing things they’re not good at. Like the banter of them fighting to be top of their class 😩

I actually have many other. (Not that you’d be able to tell)

I like basically all George ships

Britcedes

Galex

Norussell (their relationship fascinate me)

Eurotrucks

I enjoy Maxiel (though mostly Angsty)

Brocedes (also mostly Angsty)

Sewis

Simi

Loscar

I have read and don’t mind lesstappen (don’t think I’ll ever write it tho)

Pierresteban (my other angst love)