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Don't look for me! Please do...

Pairing — Lando Norris x afab!Reader

Summary — Sometimes feelings build up and sometimes they reveal themselfes with an explosion...

Genre — angst, established relationship

Wordcount — 2.8k

Warnings — fighting, yelling, colorful language right from the start, misscommunication

Rating — pg-13

A/N — I will repeat myself until my thumbs go numb but, don't kill me about inaccuracys of the world of f1. I'm new here TT

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©kattheogcat on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

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“You know what? Fuck you! If you can´t even take the time for 5 seconds to greet me, then don´t count on me caring to see you tomorrow either!” you hissed at the wide-eyed man leaning against the headboard of your shared hotel room bed.

“Don´t search for me at the paddock.”

And with that you were out.

Grabbing your purse, phone and keycard you turned and walked out of the room, door slamming shut behind you.

Angry tears were brimming in your eyes, making it hard to see where you were going and causing the pulsing behind your forehead to grow stronger by the second. The headache you were sporting wasn´t new. It wasn´t cause by your anger or by the yelling, not it had been persistent ever since you walked out of work just the day before. The situation not making it better in the slightest.

Said headache also being one of the reasons why you had walked out on him in the first place.

You were understanding for everything concerning Lando´s career. The constant travels, the media circus and it´s focus on you and everything you did, said or posted, watching fangirls swoon over him online and trackside or the regular allnighter you pulled just to see his face on a 30 minute videocall before you fell asleep or had to go to work.

All of it you understood. Did it make you jealous from time to time to watch him smile for the camera while you had to sit at home? You´d be lying if you said not but you loved him, and you loved watching him doing what he loved. But sometimes you wished you were more present in his life.

Sometimes, in moments like now where you felt awful to begin with you wished he had the time and foresight to see what you needed. Well he did have the time, was known to take it for Cisca and Adam every time his parents came to watch him race however you apparently were a different case.

It ate at you, at your self-esteem and value to the one you´d lay your life down for and frankly in this moment, you weren´t sure if you should have said yes to the ring around your finger just a few weeks back. Was this how you wanted the rest of your life to go?

Overlooked and underappreciated? Because that's what it felt like to you; being ignored and taken for granted at times.

With a soft sniffle you tried and failed to keep in, you stepped into the elevator at the end of the hallway, pressed the button with the big 4, the irony did not escape you, and leaned against the wall as the door closed with a ding and hummed to life while going down.

The door opened and you rushed out just to frantically knock at the one room you knew would let you in in a heart beat.

Cisca was already in her sleepwear when she opened a little stunned but immediatly opening her arms for you to fall into.

The floodgates opened and every tear you head managed to hold at bay started rolling down your face uncontrollably.

“Oh, darling whats wrong?” she whispered into your ear and you choked on your own words trying to get something coherent out of your mouth.

Lando´s mother had been your rock since day one when you still weren´t sure how to act with the publics eye on you and ever since then she was the one you turned to when you needed some motherly attention.

She pulled you inside, sat you down on the couch and simply held you until you had calmed down enough for your breathing to slow and your shoulders to relax under the soft touch of her hand on the back of your head.

“That´s good, just breath my sweet girl. Whatever it is, we can fix it.”

Though her words were reassuring, she wasn´t sure what to make of the situation herself.

Earlier when she had seen you at the paddock you seemed to be doing alright. A little more subdued then she was used to from you but you were standing and smiling at crew and fans with a softness Cisca had never seen in any of the girlfriends her son had brought home and introduced to the wild world that was F1. It was like you were made to fit right in.

Honest, kind and bright without taking shit from anyone. Thats how she knew you and thats how she wanted you to stay. Whatever was making you this shaky and slightly sick version of yourself, she wanted it to be gone.

Your breath fanned gently over the skin of her neck where you were hiding, enough to feel you fall asleep on her. Cisca laid your head down in her lap, the bathroom door opening as her husband stepped out. Equally as ready for bed as Cisca was and equally as confused when he saw your passed out form laying on their hotelroom couch.

The tear track still very visible and slowly starting to dry.

“Can you give me my phone?” Cisca hummed and pointed to her phone on the nightstand.

Adam nodded and grabbed the device.

“You think Lando knows something?”

“You mean why she came to us instead of him? I have a hunch that he does.”

And she was proven right.

Lando had texted him just 10 minutes ago when she was still busy trying to shush your weeping. The pained frown never leaving your face as you breathed on her lap.

Please tell me she´s with you mum? - Lando

She´s here, don´t worry – Cisca

But can you please enlighten me why your fiance came crying to our room? - Cisca

I was being stupid – Lando

That i can see baby – Cisca

Thanks mum – Lando

I´m sorry baby but when your usually always smiling love practically fled to cry, one tends to wonder – Cisca

I may have let stress get to me. She hasn´t been feeling well and i didn´t notice... - Lando

Oh lando – Cisca

I know! - Lando

She said she won´t be coming tomorrow and i can´t even fault her for it. This time i was the muppet – Lando

I’m sure its nothing you can´t fix – Cisca

Can I come get her? – Lando

Let her sleep. I’ll see what I can do for you tomorrow morning – Cisca

Thanks mum – Lando

Go sleep. – Cisca

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Left behind and now pacing tracks into the floorboards, Lando stared down at his phone. He was relieved that you weere safe and not aimlessly wandering around the hotel grounds at night but the feeling was only minor compared to the guilt he was carrying with him at the moment.

The things you had thrown at him in your anger weren’t baseless, he knew that and he also knew that you could have been much firmer in your way of arguing if you had wanted too. That fact that you hadn’t was just another testimony to the fact that you weren’t feeling well enough to maintain your point and that you were crumbling on the inside.

Ever since he had known you when you were barely 15 years old while he was a teenager himself, he had always known you to be a firm believer in fighting for your beliefs in a rational, calm, yet fierce way. Sure you could scream and yell to the point someone who didn’t know you as well as he did would back up in fear but that was rare. And the fact that you so easily broke told him more about himself then about you.

“I smile, I understand and I see you living for racing and I love that. Watching you race even if you finish P10 or lower, I still love it because that’s part of what makes you you! But today I needed you to see me too! I travel whenever I can, barely catch a breath between work, flights, races and going back to work and miss sleep to see your face at ungodly hours but I want to do it! For you, because I fucking love you, you absolute idiot. And then you can’t even give me 30 seconds to hug me? That’s all I needed. 30 seconds when I was right there. Right next to your parents…” Your words were still ringing in his ears.

You were right, of course you were. He took the time for his mum and dad so why not for you. When it was so evident that you weren’t at 100%. That for once you needed him to look at you and see you. Really see you. Because now that he thought of it, the signs were all there.

All the subtle clues he should be able to puck up just by glancing at you were there, were almost screaming at him. And he chose to not see it, not in that moment.

Lando had told his mum that he understood why you didn’t want to come see him tomorrow. That wasn’t a lie. But it still hurt.

Hurt to think he was the reason you didn’t want to see him and yet he had no right to demand you being there after failing to uphold his part of what he had promised you when he asked you to be his wife even if you had not even set a date yet.

How could he have fucked up so bad…

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The next morning you woke up feeling better and worse.

Your head wasn’t pounding anymore but your eyes were puffy, red and burning from crying yourself to sleep the night before.

Mortification settled in your bones when you remembered crashing your future parents in laws night just like that and you sat up so quickly you felt a bit dizzy.

The room was empty. Cisca and Adam having left for breakfast as the sticky note left on your phone told you along with a set of fresh clothes Lando must have brought down for you before he left.

Oh fuck.

Had you really told him not to search for you? That you weren’t going to come? And he just took it? Believed you like a kicked golden retriever?

What an idiot. You and him.

You for ever believing you could stay away from any track Lando was driving on and him for believing you in your frustration and anger.

A perfect match you were.

I’m sorry, love. You were right, I haven’t seen it. Haven’t tried to see it which was my fault. You sacrifice so much for me and I took it for granted. I understand why you don’t want to be here today. To be honest, I’d rather not be here either. Not without you... – Lando

Flopping face first back into the couch pillow you barely could hold back the scream of frustration building in your throat.

“I am stupid.” You muttered into the silence of the room before moving of the couch.

You hurriedly got dressed, went back to your room to get ready, maybe take some Ibuprofen and get your ass to the Circuit.

The fan posts about Lando arriving alone on Instagram and tiktok weren’t lost on you. They were theorizing like crazy, throwing the words breakup and fighting around like confetti and made your stomach roll.

Yes you were fighting but what couple doesn’t at times?

The thought of breakup now seemed utterly ridiculous and when the car stopped, you almost flew out of the door.

Armed with your paddock pass you waved politely back at some fans who smiled at you, took a selfie here and there with some particularly dedicated ones and marched straight into McLarens hospitality unit.

Oscar, surprised at seeing your face, stopped in his track. Lando must have told him.

“Y/n? You came!”

“Of course! Where-“

“Drivers lounge.”

The Australian nodded back to where he just came from and you give him a thankful sidehug.

“Get him back on track woman.”

“Will do!”

With your heart pounding in your ears you came to a halt in front of the drivers lounge. While you had made valid points yesterday, you knew that your words were fueled by hurt and pain and that in itself had fired you up more then when you would have felt alright.

You were sensitive, reacted harshly instead of talking like a civilized person and had thrown things at him he had no idea were even an issue. That was on you.

That was something that you could have spoken about before it came to a fight that could have been prevented if handled accordingly.

Gently you knocked, signaling that someone was about to come in. Lando didn’t answer. He was sprawled out on the papaya colored couch, back leaning against the rest, man spreading like there was no tomorrow and his head laid back with his eyes shut. Even like that you could see the frown etched into his features. A muffled grumbled left him at the sound of the door opening and closing again with being spoken too.

Lando knew it couldn’t have been Oscar and besides drivers and their family nobody was supposed to enter the drivers lounge uninvited. The fact that someone had entered left him suspicious enough to look up enough to be able to squint against the blinding overhead lights of the lounge.

At first nothing happened, his brain not able to catch up with the fact that it was you leaning against the door, hands clasped together in front of your midsection and fingers nervously fiddling with the fabric of your shirt. Y

“Hi…” you whispered, hesitating to speak louder in fear of disturbing the peace that was settled over the room save for the humming AC.

When it fibally clicked that he was in fact not imaginibg thibgs or seeibg ghosts and that you were actually standing in the same room with him after telling him you wouldn’t be there today, he almost fell over as he jumped to his feet.

He was still dressed in his orange polo shirt and simple black jeans, curl hair sitting messily and slightly longer just the way you liked it on his head.

“Wait huh? Love what– but you said and–“ The McLaren driver took a deep breath at seeing the little smile tugging on your lips as he fumbled with what to say before eventually rushing forward.

You found yourself in his tight embrace just seconds later, his warm breath fanning over your ear and making your dangling earring brush against the skin there.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” He pulled away just enough so his hands could frame your face, gently forcing you to look at him directly. Not that you were trying to escape it.

“I am so sorry, my love. For not seeing that you weren’t okay, or not taking the time to-“

“No, I’m sorry. You couldn’t have known because I didn’t say.”

“But I should have seen it. Mum saw it for fucks sake!”

“Your mom stood next to me for nearly 2 hours, Lando. You haven’t seen me all week. How would you have known?” Tilted head and another apology on your lips your fingers brushed through the curls on the base of his neck. Hands thrown around his shoulders.

“Still. I would have understood if you–“

“Stayed at the hotel? Do you really think I’d do that? That I could bring it overmyself?”

“You have good reason not to.”

“And an ever better one to do so.”

Lando leaned his forehead against your own and your eyes fluttered shut at the calming proximity. His scent tickling your nose pleasantly.

He couldn’t help but lean in and press a series of kisses to your face. Your cheek, nose, forehead and last your lips. A touch so soft and hesitant like he was scared he’d scare you away again that It left your heart aching.

“I think–“ you began and paused to think. “– that we both have handled things wrong. That we definitely need to work on time and stress management—”

He couldn’t help but laugh.

“—and that I should be clearer with what I’m feeling when you aren’t there to hold me. Because this could have been avoided if I had just told you about my headache and being exhausted.”

Your eyes flew over his face, taking in every detail like you could possibly ever forget it.

Lando nodded.

“I’m still sorry, my love.”

“Yeah, me too baby.”

You let your arms fall down to his side just to wrap them around his back.

“And now please just hold me. My week was horrible and I missed you…”

Never in his life had he complied that quick to a request.

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Baby Fever

Pairing — Lando Norris x Teacher!afabReader

Summary — Oh who would have thought that the sight of you and a baby could make his heart stumble so hard it might trip right out of his chest...

Genre — fluff, established relationship

Wordcount — 1.6k

Warnings — nothing i'm aware of, some could consider kids a warning but ehh

Rating — sfw

A/N — Don't kill me about inaccuracys of the world of f1. I'm new here TT

The teacher bit is kind of only mentioned in like 2 or 3 sentences so theoretically you could gloss over that fact

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©kattheogcat on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Sweaty and with his hair sticking in every possible direction after pulling off his helmet, Lando climbed out of his car after having pulled back into the garage. The qualifying for tomorrow's race had left him at P3, he knew you – his girlfriend- were visiting the paddock today, the sun was out and bright and you were visiting the paddock today! (Yes, i meant to write that twice) To say he was in a good mood would not be a lie.

If only he knew where you were hiding.

Lando had only seen a quick glimpse of you earlier as he was speeding by the stands just as he was overtaking Leclerc in Turn 3 and since then you had been gone.

McLarens garage wasn´t that big, neither were others, so the possibility to get lost was out of question for the British driver. Especially since this was not your first time visiting him on race weekends even if it was rare. At this point you too, were quite familiar with the layout of McLarens garage.

And so, he walked past his engineers, helmet in his hand, eyes searching and in desperate need for a kiss after not having seen you all week. Lando was surprised you had managed to fly out at all, knowing that booking flights on short term in itself was hard but catching one that didn´t make you miss work either on Friday or Monday? Now that had always been the real challenge.

But not this time. This time you were there for both days and he couldn´t hide the little skip in his step walking to the lounge. Only to find it empty safe for their Team principle who was talking on the phone. He waved and slipped back out again.

Usually you were either waiting right at the pit wall or the lounge and at neither had he seen you.

“You looking for someone? Maybe your future Mrs. Norris?” Oscar grinned as he passed by Lando. The older reached to slap the other on the back of the head but missed when his Teammate ducked away in time.

“Don´t call her that.” He grumbled; his mood now dampened after not being able to find you.

“Please, you´ve been so gone for her it´s only a matter of time at this point.”

The Australian wasn´t wrong.

Lando rolled his eyes with a little sparkle and a smile threatening to break out at the thought of you wearing his ring on your finger.

“So? You searching for y/n? Think she´s over at Red Bull actually. Or at least i think that was her when I drove past.” Oscar trailed off for a moment and Lando looked confused.

“Red Bull? Why would she be there?”

“Kelly is here with little Lily and P. Maybe she went there to see the girls?” The other McLaren driver shrugged and unzipped his race suit to leave it hanging around his waist. Lando followed suit, the heat the layers were producing getting to him a bit; helmet laid down on the stand.

The older man ran his hand through his messy curls. Seemed like he was going to visit Max to collect his wayward girlfriend. But if Oscar was right and Kelly brought the kids then it made sense why you disappeared from him. You had probably slipped away as soon as you had seen Kelly and P was not above herself to cling to your leg to play with you.

“Guess I'm going to Red Bull then. See ya, mate.” He waved and ignored Oscar calling him Loverboy under his breath.

Quickly he hurried out of the McLaren garage and down the pit lane where Red Bull was, greeting crew members who were working through equipment or talking strategy. Something he should be doing with his own crew too.

Lando wasn´t sure what he would expect once he walked through the door of Red Bulls Lounge. P excitedly going on about what Max had taught her about racing? Sure, why not. You entertaining the young girl with little games you knew from work? Not out of the ordinary. Kelly and you catching up on how things were going? Definitely withing the realms of possibility. You and Max teasing the shit out of each other? Weird yet not as the World Champion had adopted you sometime during your first visit to the grid.

But you sitting cross-legged on a couch, baby snuggled deeply into your arms while P was attached to your side and you cooing over Lily like she was the most precious thing in the world with eyes so wide they were sparkling did something entirely different to him.

Kelly came up behind him as Lando stood rooted to the floor in the doorway, the woman having used the moment in which you were entertaining the kids to go to the restroom in peace.

“Someone looks a little starstruck. You good Lando? Or is seeing you girlfriend with a baby making you lose the last 2 brain cells?” the woman asked with a smug grin, knowing all too well what was going on inside of his head judging by the dumbfounded expression on his face.

Mouth slightly agape, utterly lost for words and with his heart pounding louder than any adrenaline rush on the track could ever cause was how he stood there, trying to force words out that were mor intelligent than a chocked-out stammer of syllables.

“I do have to admit though, she´s great with kids. Must be the teacher gene in her. Lily usually won´t let me go further than a foot before wailing like her world is shattering. But with y/n she went over like nothing out of the ordinary. Should I be hurt that my youngest took to her so easily or happy that I could go pee alone for once...” Kelly really could have talked to a wall in that moment and nothing would have changed. Her words were like white noise in his ears and while the talk of plans for the future had always made him want to roll his eyes, suddenly the thought of you with a little one of your own with him did not sound bad at all. Especially when he was allowed to witness the moment Lily kicked her feet in pure delight when you sweet talked the baby while her big sister made funny faces at her.

God Lando thought his heart was going to combust from the pure sugar this scene sent though his veins.

He jumped when a small fist made contact with his shoulder.

“Or should I be madder that you aren´t listening to me?”

Kelly had a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised in mock anger at his distraction folowed by an amused huff.

“Sorry... huh?” The McLaren driver finally reacted and looked at the mother.

“Oh boy, I see why Max can´t stop complaining now.” She walked past him and sat down beside you. The return of your friend made you look up and if Lando had ever thought he couldn´t love you anymore then he already had, he was now proven wrong.

“Baby! Look I have a baby!” you grinned up at him as he stepped fully into the lounge.

P quickly got up to wrap her arms around his midsection.

The phrasing of your words had his heart stumble a little and he had to take a second to greet the girl hugging him before he could get himself together enough to take his place beside you. Even if the baby gurgling up at you in your arms you did not hesitate to demand a kiss from the man that could make your heart race faster than any of those damn cars could ever dream of going.

“Hi baby...” you whispered when his lips pulled away only to hover right in front of your face. “Missed you.”

The kiss hadn´t been anything fiery or passionate, just a simple press of his mouth to yours but it served enough for the butterflies to start a fiesta in your stomach.

“Missed you too. Though I can see why you´d come see these two first.” He nodded to Lily and then to P who was clinging to his other side and giving you a toothy smile that made you both laugh.

“What can I say other than who could say no to baby and P cuddles? They are amazing company. Isn't that right P?”

“Thats right!” The girl grinned and stuck her tongue cheekily between her teeth before bouncing over to her mother.

“Did mom give you candy P?” Lando huffed at the sight of the hyper girl.

P almost vibrated in her spot. “No y/nie did! She brought me cherry gummies and licorice! But I didn´t like that one. But the gummies were yummy!”

“So yummy that she inhaled the entire bag...” Kelly sighed.

“Sorry.”

You were not sorry. You knew it, Lando knew it, and Kelly did too. And max was going to find out rather soon as his bonus daughter zoomed out of the lounge. Kelly got up, carefully picked Lily out of your arms which caused you to frown a little before she was out the door and after her oldest child.

Your boyfriend looked back at you in silence and you met his eyes. You felt the arm he had placed behind your head on the back of the couch shift.

“What?”

Lando shook his head with a gentle smile and soft eyes.

“Nothing.” He leaned in to whisper against your mouth. “Babys look good on you though...”

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Baby Fever

Pairing — Lando Norris x Teacher!afabReader

Summary — Oh who would have thought that the sight of you and a baby could make his heart stumble so hard it might trip right out of his chest...

Genre — fluff, established relationship

Wordcount — 1.6k

Warnings — nothing i'm aware of, some could consider kids a warning but ehh

Rating — sfw

A/N — Don't kill me about inaccuracys of the world of f1. I'm new here TT

The teacher bit is kind of only mentioned in like 2 or 3 sentences so theoretically you could gloss over that fact

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©kattheogcat on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Sweaty and with his hair sticking in every possible direction after pulling off his helmet, Lando climbed out of his car after having pulled back into the garage. The qualifying for tomorrow's race had left him at P3, he knew you – his girlfriend- were visiting the paddock today, the sun was out and bright and you were visiting the paddock today! (Yes, i meant to write that twice) To say he was in a good mood would not be a lie.

If only he knew where you were hiding.

Lando had only seen a quick glimpse of you earlier as he was speeding by the stands just as he was overtaking Leclerc in Turn 3 and since then you had been gone.

McLarens garage wasn´t that big, neither were others, so the possibility to get lost was out of question for the British driver. Especially since this was not your first time visiting him on race weekends even if it was rare. At this point you too, were quite familiar with the layout of McLarens garage.

And so, he walked past his engineers, helmet in his hand, eyes searching and in desperate need for a kiss after not having seen you all week. Lando was surprised you had managed to fly out at all, knowing that booking flights on short term in itself was hard but catching one that didn´t make you miss work either on Friday or Monday? Now that had always been the real challenge.

But not this time. This time you were there for both days and he couldn´t hide the little skip in his step walking to the lounge. Only to find it empty safe for their Team principle who was talking on the phone. He waved and slipped back out again.

Usually you were either waiting right at the pit wall or the lounge and at neither had he seen you.

“You looking for someone? Maybe your future Mrs. Norris?” Oscar grinned as he passed by Lando. The older reached to slap the other on the back of the head but missed when his Teammate ducked away in time.

“Don´t call her that.” He grumbled; his mood now dampened after not being able to find you.

“Please, you´ve been so gone for her it´s only a matter of time at this point.”

The Australian wasn´t wrong.

Lando rolled his eyes with a little sparkle and a smile threatening to break out at the thought of you wearing his ring on your finger.

“So? You searching for y/n? Think she´s over at Red Bull actually. Or at least i think that was her when I drove past.” Oscar trailed off for a moment and Lando looked confused.

“Red Bull? Why would she be there?”

“Kelly is here with little Lily and P. Maybe she went there to see the girls?” The other McLaren driver shrugged and unzipped his race suit to leave it hanging around his waist. Lando followed suit, the heat the layers were producing getting to him a bit; helmet laid down on the stand.

The older man ran his hand through his messy curls. Seemed like he was going to visit Max to collect his wayward girlfriend. But if Oscar was right and Kelly brought the kids then it made sense why you disappeared from him. You had probably slipped away as soon as you had seen Kelly and P was not above herself to cling to your leg to play with you.

“Guess I'm going to Red Bull then. See ya, mate.” He waved and ignored Oscar calling him Loverboy under his breath.

Quickly he hurried out of the McLaren garage and down the pit lane where Red Bull was, greeting crew members who were working through equipment or talking strategy. Something he should be doing with his own crew too.

Lando wasn´t sure what he would expect once he walked through the door of Red Bulls Lounge. P excitedly going on about what Max had taught her about racing? Sure, why not. You entertaining the young girl with little games you knew from work? Not out of the ordinary. Kelly and you catching up on how things were going? Definitely withing the realms of possibility. You and Max teasing the shit out of each other? Weird yet not as the World Champion had adopted you sometime during your first visit to the grid.

But you sitting cross-legged on a couch, baby snuggled deeply into your arms while P was attached to your side and you cooing over Lily like she was the most precious thing in the world with eyes so wide they were sparkling did something entirely different to him.

Kelly came up behind him as Lando stood rooted to the floor in the doorway, the woman having used the moment in which you were entertaining the kids to go to the restroom in peace.

“Someone looks a little starstruck. You good Lando? Or is seeing you girlfriend with a baby making you lose the last 2 brain cells?” the woman asked with a smug grin, knowing all too well what was going on inside of his head judging by the dumbfounded expression on his face.

Mouth slightly agape, utterly lost for words and with his heart pounding louder than any adrenaline rush on the track could ever cause was how he stood there, trying to force words out that were mor intelligent than a chocked-out stammer of syllables.

“I do have to admit though, she´s great with kids. Must be the teacher gene in her. Lily usually won´t let me go further than a foot before wailing like her world is shattering. But with y/n she went over like nothing out of the ordinary. Should I be hurt that my youngest took to her so easily or happy that I could go pee alone for once...” Kelly really could have talked to a wall in that moment and nothing would have changed. Her words were like white noise in his ears and while the talk of plans for the future had always made him want to roll his eyes, suddenly the thought of you with a little one of your own with him did not sound bad at all. Especially when he was allowed to witness the moment Lily kicked her feet in pure delight when you sweet talked the baby while her big sister made funny faces at her.

God Lando thought his heart was going to combust from the pure sugar this scene sent though his veins.

He jumped when a small fist made contact with his shoulder.

“Or should I be madder that you aren´t listening to me?”

Kelly had a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised in mock anger at his distraction folowed by an amused huff.

“Sorry... huh?” The McLaren driver finally reacted and looked at the mother.

“Oh boy, I see why Max can´t stop complaining now.” She walked past him and sat down beside you. The return of your friend made you look up and if Lando had ever thought he couldn´t love you anymore then he already had, he was now proven wrong.

“Baby! Look I have a baby!” you grinned up at him as he stepped fully into the lounge.

P quickly got up to wrap her arms around his midsection.

The phrasing of your words had his heart stumble a little and he had to take a second to greet the girl hugging him before he could get himself together enough to take his place beside you. Even if the baby gurgling up at you in your arms you did not hesitate to demand a kiss from the man that could make your heart race faster than any of those damn cars could ever dream of going.

“Hi baby...” you whispered when his lips pulled away only to hover right in front of your face. “Missed you.”

The kiss hadn´t been anything fiery or passionate, just a simple press of his mouth to yours but it served enough for the butterflies to start a fiesta in your stomach.

“Missed you too. Though I can see why you´d come see these two first.” He nodded to Lily and then to P who was clinging to his other side and giving you a toothy smile that made you both laugh.

“What can I say other than who could say no to baby and P cuddles? They are amazing company. Isn't that right P?”

“Thats right!” The girl grinned and stuck her tongue cheekily between her teeth before bouncing over to her mother.

“Did mom give you candy P?” Lando huffed at the sight of the hyper girl.

P almost vibrated in her spot. “No y/nie did! She brought me cherry gummies and licorice! But I didn´t like that one. But the gummies were yummy!”

“So yummy that she inhaled the entire bag...” Kelly sighed.

“Sorry.”

You were not sorry. You knew it, Lando knew it, and Kelly did too. And max was going to find out rather soon as his bonus daughter zoomed out of the lounge. Kelly got up, carefully picked Lily out of your arms which caused you to frown a little before she was out the door and after her oldest child.

Your boyfriend looked back at you in silence and you met his eyes. You felt the arm he had placed behind your head on the back of the couch shift.

“What?”

Lando shook his head with a gentle smile and soft eyes.

“Nothing.” He leaned in to whisper against your mouth. “Babys look good on you though...”

[kattheogcat]

Coming Home

Pairing — Lando Norris x afab!Reader

Summary — Of course it was normal not to be able to sleep without your best friend by your side... right?

Genre — fluff, friends to maybe lovers in the future au

Wordcount — 1.9k

Warnings — a little cursing

Rating — pg-13

A/N — Again, pls on't kill me about inaccuracys of the world of f1. I'm new here TT

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©kattheogcat on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

It was the fifth week in which you haven´t seen Lando.

2 Race weekends, 1 week of being in the UK to visit his parents and 2 more Race weekends.

5 Weeks of roaring engines, pitstops, media circus and traveling without being home. 5 Weeks of not seeing your best friend if it wasn´t through the screen of your phone and 5 weeks of being stuck in Monaco. It was rare for you not to be trackside with him but recently, work had absolutely swamped you.

You were working overtime left and right on the weekends just to get the same number of files that you sacrificed your sleep for, dropped again onto your desk on Monday morning.

A never-ending circle caused by multiple of your coworkers being out of order. One was pregnant at home; another was on sick leave after having had surgery and one more on vacation. The last one at least only being gone for a few days but nevertheless did it leave you drained and in desperate need of your best friend's presence at your side.

You still weren´t alone per se, it was just that you and your remaining 2 coworkers were now catching the load of the other 3.

Your energy for anything other than ordering take out and lounging around Lando´s couch was entirely gone.

Why Lando´s couch? Because let´s face it, his apartment was simply far nicer than our own. And maybe you felt a lot better there, surrounded by him even when he was speeding down circuits 1000s of kilometers away.

So yes, you used the key he had given you just seconds after the landlord had handed them to him like it was your own place. Even Gremlin, the grumpy cat your best friend had bought so you wouldn´t be alone when he was gone, had more or less moved into the place months ago.

Did Lando know about it? You wouldn´t be surprised if he did.

Would he have a problem with it? Hell no.

Between him and you it was always a thing of what´s mine is yours and what's yours is mine to the point where your two places were one big mix of his or your things. It was now surprising at all that half of the people you met at some point thought you were a thing. Damn, even half of the Grid had thought so for months after Lando had first joined F1 as a rookie.

And during your nightly face time calls , not once had you hidden the fact that you were in fact sitting in his kitchen while munching on some late night cereal as your socked feet were dangling of the counter because you loathed the creaking of his barstools or the skyline of Monaco as you were perched on a lounger on his balcony. Never mind the very obvious fact that in some of those calls you were literally buried in his ugly papaya colored blanket that he had bought just to spite you when you had been online shopping for your apartment. It´s only bonus point was that it was fluffy as fuck and that you felt like you were wrapped inside a cloud every time you took it into your hands.

You weren´t clingy, not more than Lando was either way and you were sure that if he really had a problem with you almost living in his place, he would tell you as much.

Now here is where things are getting a bit tricky.

Usually when you joined him for races, you never bothered booking a separate hotel room for yourself to stay in. Not once ever since 2019 at the Australian Grand Prix had you done so as it was an unspoken rule of Lando´s that he simply got a second keycard for you for when your flight landed a day after he himself arrived int the city the race was held at.

Meaning that at least 4 out of 7 days awake did you find yourself wrapped in the same blankets he was with his arms around your waist and your legs tangled in the morning. Said position had resulted in many awkward mornings. So many in fact that by now you didn´t even bat an eye anymore.

How that man still got some with you constantly around, you really had no idea and you refused to think about if you could help it.

This also translated to the times when he was home. Latenight hangouts turned into you falling asleep on his couch and him dragging you to bed. Never had Lando even entertained the idea of sending you home. Gremlin was there; he was there. No need for you to leave in his eyes.

This, however, also meant that both of you were so used to each other's presence at night that sleeping alone. Could get really hard at times.

It helped staying in his apartment even with him not being there physically, but nothing could beat him actually being there.

The Main Coon had already curled himself in at your feet, snoring softly while you stared out the window.

Monaco's heat was getting to you even with the AC running on its highest setting and had you not needed the weight of a blanket to get even a hint of rest, you probably would have kicked the ugly orange monstrosity to the floor. But no. Instead, your body demanded subtle pressure on top of you to not feel like you were being exposed to the invisible danger of the night.

Your phone showed that it was already 00:23 am on a Tuesday and just the thought of sleeping evading you until you had to get up at 6 again was a nightmare waiting to happen once more.

The video call earlier had shown you Lando at the airport, ready to fly back again before he was scheduled to come back to Monaco next week. Another whole week.

You hated it and were ready to call in sick yourself just to get a day of peace and quiet without holding yourself back from throttling your boss for another comment on how lucky you should be to be employed by them.

Idiot.

The book you had read before was still open on the mattress beside you, ignored and lonely now that you were ready to join dreamland.

Only that dreamland was not ready to receive you. Again, you tried to close your eyes and force yourself to sleep. Gremlin meowing in his sleep and the humming of the AC should theoretically be enough white noise to at least lure you into a half slumber but nothing. Wide away yet tired to the bones you were sprawled out on the bed.

“I hate this.” you grumbled out into the quiet of the room.

For a moment you considered calling again, just to hear the sound of him breathing but knowing he was possibly still in the air you threw the thought away just as quickly as it came. Instead, you wrapped your arms tightly around the blanket in resignation.

Another meow followed by a gentle purr reached your ears.

“Nice to know that at least one of us is getting some sleep.” you sighed, eyes shut but not accepting the tug of sleep pulling on them.

Your phone vibrated once but you ignored it. If you checked it now, you knew you wouldn´t get any sleep for at least 2 more hours. You started counting laps instead. Gosh Lando would make so much fun of you if he knew about that one.

1.

2.

3.

...

43.

44.

45.

46.

...

79.

80.

8-.

You weren´t asleep, you knew you weren´t, but at least you could feel your brain slowing down. Your foot kicked out involuntarily. Just once. Just lightly. And just enough to startle Gremlin awake.

Irritated he got up, stretched and jumped off the bed to glide out of the bedroom on gentle paws into the living room and then into the hallway where the front door slowly got pushed open.

Tired and ready to drop dead where he stood, Lando kicked off his shoes. His suitcase pushed against the wall, forgotten until the next morning when he would unpack and do some laundry.

He had already seen your shoes carelessly thrown to the side similar to his own and not one cell inside him was surprised by the fact that you were somewhere in his home. No.

Quite the contrary. It lit a warmth in his heart that made the big place suddenly feel a lot more cozy than just a second before.

The driver bent down to brush over gremlins head once, greeting the cat before he dipped back into the living room and leaving Lando standing there the shake his head at the cat's behavior before following and beelining for the bedroom.

The bedside lamp tinting the room in a soft glow and revealing your wrapped up form on his bed. He could see the small layer of sweat collecting in your hairline from the heat of the blanket and chuckled lowly. Low but enough to have your head snap up just as he bent down next to your head.

“It´s just me, love.” He hummed and let his hand softly brush over the top of your head and down your face. Subconsciously you leaned into the touch even if you blinked against the light to focus your eyes on his face just a few centimeters away from your face.

“Lan? I thought you´d be gone longer?” you almost pouted with your eyebrows scrunched together.

“Nah, wanted to fall asleep on my bed for once. Something tells me you thought the same?” You knew it was meant to be teasing, but you were too tired to bite back and so you just mumbled back incoherently.

All Lando understood was, “is comfy here” and nodded in understanding.

“I know and the company in it-”

Quickly he ducked his head to avoid the swat that came flying at him.

“Watch it champ.” You huffed.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Hmm, get changed and get in here already...”

Lando bit his lip to stop himself from smiling as you turned around and scooted back into the corner.

Doing as he was told, he changed into an old sweatshirt and crawled into bed. As soon as he was settled, you turned back around and sighed softly when you rubbed your nose into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“You´re just like Gremlin, you know? Pretending to be grumpy but nudging me for attention.”

Feeling his hands around your body, the effect was instantaneous. Relaxing into his touch and shrugging a silent, “Shut up.” before sleep tugged you under you could feel the press of his lips against your forehead.

Both of you thinking the same thing while drifting off.

He was home.

[kattheogcat]

Reader is secretly married to Lando, and she starts using his sim, she misses him and she wants to feel closer and also really wants to learn (even if she is not ready to admit that she always had a thing for learning how it would feel to be in an actual f1 car). She creates a profile for herself for fun: Mrs Norris (which of course no one thinks it’s actually her). She becomes so good at it that she ends up beating the whole grid one time, and everyone is just wondering who the hell is this person…

👀👀👀👀

Very unrealistic, but well… 😂😂😂😂

Mrs Norris (Oneshot)

Lando Norris x Verstappen!Reader

Summary — It was only supposed to be a bit of fun, but really, what did she expect? Her surname might be Norris now, but she was born a Verstappen.

Notes — This was so fun!!!!!! Em, I will never not appreciate your cute ideas.

Lando had been gone for exactly twelve hours when she caved.

It wasn’t boredom—the Verstappen family didn’t do boredom. Her schedule was packed with gym sessions, influencer brunches, and brand events she had no real desire to attend.

But the apartment felt off without him. Too quiet. Too tidy.

And the sim rig—God, it just sat there. Smug. Taunting. Like it knew she’d eventually give in to its silent, high-tech seduction.

She told herself it was just curiosity. Racing was in her blood, even if she’d had zero interest as a kid. She used to stage silent protests just to get out of karting, sulking until her dad finally let her quit and focus on gymnastics instead.

Still, one harmless session wouldn’t hurt, right?

Just a few laps around Silverstone. Just something to do before bed.

Two hours later, she was red-faced, sweaty, and yelling at an AI Williams for brake-checking her into Turn 1.

She was terrible. Hilariously, painfully terrible.

But she was hooked.

—

By day three, she was watching tutorials, scribbling notes, and fine-tuning the seat and wheel setup like her life depended on it.

She texted Lando under the guise of checking in.

Hey handsome, you okay? Totally random, but what’s the best braking point for Eau Rouge?

He didn’t even question it—just sent a smug voice note with a full breakdown like she was a rookie on his team.

It made her want to destroy his time.

That night, she created a profile.

She debated using her real name, but that was a quick no. The username had to be anonymous… but also funny.

So she picked the most on-the-nose option possible.

@Mrs.Norris

It was meant to be a joke. A bit of fun. She never expected it to go anywhere.

She definitely didn’t expect to get good.

—

Two weeks in, she was holding her own in online lobbies. Four weeks in, she was winning. All of them.

Six weeks in, she entered a public charity sim race and beat George, Charles, and Alex.

The stream chat lost its collective mind.

Who TF is Mrs. Norris???

Actual alien pace.

Lando alt??

Plot twist: it’s Max Verstappen in disguise.

That last one made her laugh so hard she nearly fell out of the rig. The idea that they thought her brother was racing under her married name? Unhinged enough to make her cry.

Then came the text from Lando.

Lando:

Baby, are you using my sim under the username Mrs. Norris?

You:

Yep. And I beat them all.

Lando:

No. Shut up. You did not.

You:

Duh. I might be a Norris now, but I was born a Verstappen.

—

When he finally got home after the triple-header, he walked in to find her mid-race, cursing like a sailor, laser-focused, fire in her eyes.

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smirking.

She crossed the finish line five seconds clear of second place.

Slowly, she removed the headset. Even slower, she turned to face him, cheeks flushed pink.

“Hi,” she said softly, suddenly shy.

He didn’t say anything.

Then he grinned.

“Mrs. Norris,” he drawled, walking over to kiss her forehead, “we are so screwed if this gets out.”

She smiled. “It won’t. They think I’m Max.”

He leaned in, voice low. “You beat my Silverstone time.”

“Your fault for sounding all smug about Eau Rouge.”

He kissed her properly then, holding her like he hadn’t seen her in months.

And neither of them mentioned the way his hands trembled slightly at the thought of her in a real F1 car.

Because if her dad ever found out?

He’d have her in one tomorrow.

[kattheogcat]

Baby Fever

Pairing — Lando Norris x Teacher!afabReader

Summary — Oh who would have thought that the sight of you and a baby could make his heart stumble so hard it might trip right out of his chest...

Genre — fluff, established relationship

Wordcount — 1.6k

Warnings — nothing i'm aware of, some could consider kids a warning but ehh

Rating — sfw

A/N — Don't kill me about inaccuracys of the world of f1. I'm new here TT

The teacher bit is kind of only mentioned in like 2 or 3 sentences so theoretically you could gloss over that fact

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©kattheogcat on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Sweaty and with his hair sticking in every possible direction after pulling off his helmet, Lando climbed out of his car after having pulled back into the garage. The qualifying for tomorrow's race had left him at P3, he knew you – his girlfriend- were visiting the paddock today, the sun was out and bright and you were visiting the paddock today! (Yes, i meant to write that twice) To say he was in a good mood would not be a lie.

If only he knew where you were hiding.

Lando had only seen a quick glimpse of you earlier as he was speeding by the stands just as he was overtaking Leclerc in Turn 3 and since then you had been gone.

McLarens garage wasn´t that big, neither were others, so the possibility to get lost was out of question for the British driver. Especially since this was not your first time visiting him on race weekends even if it was rare. At this point you too, were quite familiar with the layout of McLarens garage.

And so, he walked past his engineers, helmet in his hand, eyes searching and in desperate need for a kiss after not having seen you all week. Lando was surprised you had managed to fly out at all, knowing that booking flights on short term in itself was hard but catching one that didn´t make you miss work either on Friday or Monday? Now that had always been the real challenge.

But not this time. This time you were there for both days and he couldn´t hide the little skip in his step walking to the lounge. Only to find it empty safe for their Team principle who was talking on the phone. He waved and slipped back out again.

Usually you were either waiting right at the pit wall or the lounge and at neither had he seen you.

“You looking for someone? Maybe your future Mrs. Norris?” Oscar grinned as he passed by Lando. The older reached to slap the other on the back of the head but missed when his Teammate ducked away in time.

“Don´t call her that.” He grumbled; his mood now dampened after not being able to find you.

“Please, you´ve been so gone for her it´s only a matter of time at this point.”

The Australian wasn´t wrong.

Lando rolled his eyes with a little sparkle and a smile threatening to break out at the thought of you wearing his ring on your finger.

“So? You searching for y/n? Think she´s over at Red Bull actually. Or at least i think that was her when I drove past.” Oscar trailed off for a moment and Lando looked confused.

“Red Bull? Why would she be there?”

“Kelly is here with little Lily and P. Maybe she went there to see the girls?” The other McLaren driver shrugged and unzipped his race suit to leave it hanging around his waist. Lando followed suit, the heat the layers were producing getting to him a bit; helmet laid down on the stand.

The older man ran his hand through his messy curls. Seemed like he was going to visit Max to collect his wayward girlfriend. But if Oscar was right and Kelly brought the kids then it made sense why you disappeared from him. You had probably slipped away as soon as you had seen Kelly and P was not above herself to cling to your leg to play with you.

“Guess I'm going to Red Bull then. See ya, mate.” He waved and ignored Oscar calling him Loverboy under his breath.

Quickly he hurried out of the McLaren garage and down the pit lane where Red Bull was, greeting crew members who were working through equipment or talking strategy. Something he should be doing with his own crew too.

Lando wasn´t sure what he would expect once he walked through the door of Red Bulls Lounge. P excitedly going on about what Max had taught her about racing? Sure, why not. You entertaining the young girl with little games you knew from work? Not out of the ordinary. Kelly and you catching up on how things were going? Definitely withing the realms of possibility. You and Max teasing the shit out of each other? Weird yet not as the World Champion had adopted you sometime during your first visit to the grid.

But you sitting cross-legged on a couch, baby snuggled deeply into your arms while P was attached to your side and you cooing over Lily like she was the most precious thing in the world with eyes so wide they were sparkling did something entirely different to him.

Kelly came up behind him as Lando stood rooted to the floor in the doorway, the woman having used the moment in which you were entertaining the kids to go to the restroom in peace.

“Someone looks a little starstruck. You good Lando? Or is seeing you girlfriend with a baby making you lose the last 2 brain cells?” the woman asked with a smug grin, knowing all too well what was going on inside of his head judging by the dumbfounded expression on his face.

Mouth slightly agape, utterly lost for words and with his heart pounding louder than any adrenaline rush on the track could ever cause was how he stood there, trying to force words out that were mor intelligent than a chocked-out stammer of syllables.

“I do have to admit though, she´s great with kids. Must be the teacher gene in her. Lily usually won´t let me go further than a foot before wailing like her world is shattering. But with y/n she went over like nothing out of the ordinary. Should I be hurt that my youngest took to her so easily or happy that I could go pee alone for once...” Kelly really could have talked to a wall in that moment and nothing would have changed. Her words were like white noise in his ears and while the talk of plans for the future had always made him want to roll his eyes, suddenly the thought of you with a little one of your own with him did not sound bad at all. Especially when he was allowed to witness the moment Lily kicked her feet in pure delight when you sweet talked the baby while her big sister made funny faces at her.

God Lando thought his heart was going to combust from the pure sugar this scene sent though his veins.

He jumped when a small fist made contact with his shoulder.

“Or should I be madder that you aren´t listening to me?”

Kelly had a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised in mock anger at his distraction folowed by an amused huff.

“Sorry... huh?” The McLaren driver finally reacted and looked at the mother.

“Oh boy, I see why Max can´t stop complaining now.” She walked past him and sat down beside you. The return of your friend made you look up and if Lando had ever thought he couldn´t love you anymore then he already had, he was now proven wrong.

“Baby! Look I have a baby!” you grinned up at him as he stepped fully into the lounge.

P quickly got up to wrap her arms around his midsection.

The phrasing of your words had his heart stumble a little and he had to take a second to greet the girl hugging him before he could get himself together enough to take his place beside you. Even if the baby gurgling up at you in your arms you did not hesitate to demand a kiss from the man that could make your heart race faster than any of those damn cars could ever dream of going.

“Hi baby...” you whispered when his lips pulled away only to hover right in front of your face. “Missed you.”

The kiss hadn´t been anything fiery or passionate, just a simple press of his mouth to yours but it served enough for the butterflies to start a fiesta in your stomach.

“Missed you too. Though I can see why you´d come see these two first.” He nodded to Lily and then to P who was clinging to his other side and giving you a toothy smile that made you both laugh.

“What can I say other than who could say no to baby and P cuddles? They are amazing company. Isn't that right P?”

“Thats right!” The girl grinned and stuck her tongue cheekily between her teeth before bouncing over to her mother.

“Did mom give you candy P?” Lando huffed at the sight of the hyper girl.

P almost vibrated in her spot. “No y/nie did! She brought me cherry gummies and licorice! But I didn´t like that one. But the gummies were yummy!”

“So yummy that she inhaled the entire bag...” Kelly sighed.

“Sorry.”

You were not sorry. You knew it, Lando knew it, and Kelly did too. And max was going to find out rather soon as his bonus daughter zoomed out of the lounge. Kelly got up, carefully picked Lily out of your arms which caused you to frown a little before she was out the door and after her oldest child.

Your boyfriend looked back at you in silence and you met his eyes. You felt the arm he had placed behind your head on the back of the couch shift.

“What?”

Lando shook his head with a gentle smile and soft eyes.

“Nothing.” He leaned in to whisper against your mouth. “Babys look good on you though...”

[kattheogcat]

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! i had so much fun writing this one haha🥹🥹🖤

Stunned and Silenced

Pairing — Jacaerys Velaryon x afab!HightowerReader

Summary — The day he saw his betrothed decked out in his colors truly did have him feel... well... you'll see...

Genre — fluff

Wordcount — 0.9k

Warnings — arranged marriage, alcohol mentioned

Rating — pg-13

A/N — I have not read the books and i have last watched the show when the 2nd season was released. For fiction purposes i also changed a few things to fit my idea so be warned that it's not canon compliant :))

Also my first post on this blog – yaaay✨️

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©kattheogcat on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

For all that it was worth, Jacaerys had not wanted this betrothal. They were on the brink of a war that threatened the peace his house had fought so hard to give the realm. Peace that was now in danger because of his own family. A wedding was not what they needed now.

His mother, his queen, thought different.

“A reason to unite us once more and mayhaps mend bonds that appeared to be broken.”

Those had been the words the young man had been greeted with one morrow. Words that had him searching for the eyes of Baela who, just like him, had been under the impression that it was her who would one day take the position by his side. Now however these plans had changed. Not that he was mad about the change of betrothed in itself as he had never held romantic feelings for his cousin but one that left him more unsettled then anything else.

So he found himself sitting and waiting while it seemed the entirety of the realm was starring at him as his breath was stuck in his throat from the nerves this entire ordeal brought with it.

He knew you, his betrothed, not well b but enough to have exchange pleasentries once or twice and he knew you were pleasant to look at. But other than that and that you came from the very house that was trying t usurp his own claim to the throne, he knew little of what was to come.

“I still think this isn’t what we need right now…” he quietly mouthed to his mother sitting by his right while his left was still unoccupied until you would take your place there. The watchfull eyes of the court and especially Otto, Alicent, Aegon, Aemond and the most pleasant one to be around, Helaena burning as most of them either glared or seemed to be ready to eat him alive; a steady presence on his skin.

“Oh, sweet boy. I think it’s exactly what we need right now. Y/n is with Helaena actually pleasant to be around. Even with Alicents vile words through the years, she was only ever loyal to what Targaryens stood for. And that is exactly why I trust her with you. My younger sister is said to be many things but she has the kind of strenght and gentleness I wish for you to experience as wife and future queen consort.” Her words were meant to be reassuring yet all Jacaerys felt was unsettled.

“I’d rather make them see reason!” he grumbled as the queen rose from her seat, a delicate glass of their finest wine raised in her hand, making the chatter around quiet down.

“A joyful occasion has brough us all here together. The union between House Targaryen and House Hightower. A union that has long been shaken and will now strenghten our bonds once more.”

Oh how the prince prayed to the gods that she was right or this would have all been for nothing

“From this day forward, my oldest son, your prince, will be wed to y/n Hightower! It is my honor to welcome my sister as my daughter!”

The grand doors opened and for someone who had been breathless before, Jace was fascinated how much less air suddenly flowed down to his lungs. Now for entirely different reasons as he watched his betrothed step down the stoney stairs with slow, calculated yet almost hesitant steps. Head held high to eminate confidence he knew you were unlikely to actually feel yet unwilling to show weakness you moved with an elegance he had only ever seen in his mother and dressed from head to toe in the colors of his house. Not one speck of the Hightower green he came to loath with time. You h/c hair, that stood in contrast to allo of your siblings gracefully pinned out of your face in a way that brough out your best features like a shining star in midst of the darkest night.

He truly had to remind himself to start breathing again, the horrified gasp at the colors her daughter was wearing instead of green or white as would have been appropriate for a wedding, only faint in his ears as he now rose from his chair. Rhaenyra sat back down and watched with amsument how her son rounded the table and met you halfway, falling for his wife hard and fast.

“You knew this was going to happen?” Daemon whispered smugly and took her hand.

“I just know my son.” She smiled back innocently.

----------

Jace stunned to silence came to stand in front of you. Everyones eyes still heavily on him and you.

“My prince.” You greeted with your head bowed lower then he liked to see.

“Princess…” he chocked, completely stunned and incapable of forming the words fitting for what he truly felt in that moment.

He offered his hand for you to take and lead you back where you belonged by his side on the dinning table.

Sitting down one glare of his past your head let Alicent sit back down before she could berate you for going against the Hightowers by wearing his signature colors.

His.

“Let the feast beginn!”

[kattheogcat]

Stunned and Silenced

Pairing — Jacaerys Velaryon x afab!HightowerReader

Summary — The day he saw his betrothed decked out in his colors truly did have him feel... well... you'll see...

Genre — fluff

Wordcount — 0.9k

Warnings — arranged marriage, alcohol mentioned

Rating — pg-13

A/N — I have not read the books and i have last watched the show when the 2nd season was released. For fiction purposes i also changed a few things to fit my idea so be warned that it's not canon compliant :))

Also my first post on this blog – yaaay✨️

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For all that it was worth, Jacaerys had not wanted this betrothal. They were on the brink of a war that threatened the peace his house had fought so hard to give the realm. Peace that was now in danger because of his own family. A wedding was not what they needed now.

His mother, his queen, thought different.

“A reason to unite us once more and mayhaps mend bonds that appeared to be broken.”

Those had been the words the young man had been greeted with one morrow. Words that had him searching for the eyes of Baela who, just like him, had been under the impression that it was her who would one day take the position by his side. Now however these plans had changed. Not that he was mad about the change of betrothed in itself as he had never held romantic feelings for his cousin but one that left him more unsettled then anything else.

So he found himself sitting and waiting while it seemed the entirety of the realm was starring at him as his breath was stuck in his throat from the nerves this entire ordeal brought with it.

He knew you, his betrothed, not well b but enough to have exchange pleasentries once or twice and he knew you were pleasant to look at. But other than that and that you came from the very house that was trying t usurp his own claim to the throne, he knew little of what was to come.

“I still think this isn’t what we need right now…” he quietly mouthed to his mother sitting by his right while his left was still unoccupied until you would take your place there. The watchfull eyes of the court and especially Otto, Alicent, Aegon, Aemond and the most pleasant one to be around, Helaena burning as most of them either glared or seemed to be ready to eat him alive; a steady presence on his skin.

“Oh, sweet boy. I think it’s exactly what we need right now. Y/n is with Helaena actually pleasant to be around. Even with Alicents vile words through the years, she was only ever loyal to what Targaryens stood for. And that is exactly why I trust her with you. My younger sister is said to be many things but she has the kind of strenght and gentleness I wish for you to experience as wife and future queen consort.” Her words were meant to be reassuring yet all Jacaerys felt was unsettled.

“I’d rather make them see reason!” he grumbled as the queen rose from her seat, a delicate glass of their finest wine raised in her hand, making the chatter around quiet down.

“A joyful occasion has brough us all here together. The union between House Targaryen and House Hightower. A union that has long been shaken and will now strenghten our bonds once more.”

Oh how the prince prayed to the gods that she was right or this would have all been for nothing

“From this day forward, my oldest son, your prince, will be wed to y/n Hightower! It is my honor to welcome my sister as my daughter!”

The grand doors opened and for someone who had been breathless before, Jace was fascinated how much less air suddenly flowed down to his lungs. Now for entirely different reasons as he watched his betrothed step down the stoney stairs with slow, calculated yet almost hesitant steps. Head held high to eminate confidence he knew you were unlikely to actually feel yet unwilling to show weakness you moved with an elegance he had only ever seen in his mother and dressed from head to toe in the colors of his house. Not one speck of the Hightower green he came to loath with time. You h/c hair, that stood in contrast to allo of your siblings gracefully pinned out of your face in a way that brough out your best features like a shining star in midst of the darkest night.

He truly had to remind himself to start breathing again, the horrified gasp at the colors her daughter was wearing instead of green or white as would have been appropriate for a wedding, only faint in his ears as he now rose from his chair. Rhaenyra sat back down and watched with amsument how her son rounded the table and met you halfway, falling for his wife hard and fast.

“You knew this was going to happen?” Daemon whispered smugly and took her hand.

“I just know my son.” She smiled back innocently.

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Jace stunned to silence came to stand in front of you. Everyones eyes still heavily on him and you.

“My prince.” You greeted with your head bowed lower then he liked to see.

“Princess…” he chocked, completely stunned and incapable of forming the words fitting for what he truly felt in that moment.

He offered his hand for you to take and lead you back where you belonged by his side on the dinning table.

Sitting down one glare of his past your head let Alicent sit back down before she could berate you for going against the Hightowers by wearing his signature colors.

His.

“Let the feast beginn!”

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