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Girl I need a lazy day with baby Norris and lando, maybe he’s not well or come home from a triple header (or both 🫢 who said that) and they’re just completely knackered

I’m so happy you’re back!

r and rs

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: after an intense triple header, all lando wants to do is relax with his sweet girl

w/c: 1.1k

warnings: none!

a/n: sorry this is bad :( still getting back into the swing of writing!

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A race weekend on its own was tough enough. 4 days of presenting to the public eye, masking any other emotions, with the added fact that you have to drive at 200 mph a couple of times. Then, triple this, three weekends in a row of complete exhaustion, there you have a Formula 1 triple header. 

For Lando, as much as he loves driving, it has been his dream for as long as he could remember, he probably couldn’t think of anything worse than a triple header. He craves time to decompress after each race, without being thrown headfirst into the next one. 

It’s not made much easier that towards the end of this European triple header he’s managed to pick up some sort of bug. Nothing serious, he’d probably put it off to a slight tickly throat if this were a normal day, but the gruelling task of a triple header has managed to accentuate it by about 800 times. By the time he finally arrives home from Spain, Lando feels like he’s knocking on death’s door itself. 

Whilst he races, you spend your time with your grandparents, or sometimes a babysitter. Since you’ve turned 2, you’ve been going to a playgroup 3 times a week, although Lando was hesitant to let you go, kicking up a storm about how fast you were growing up, he knew it was important for your social skills and education. Having been meeting new, important, motorsports people since you had left the womb, you were one of the most sociable children out there, so playgroup was your most favourite thing. 

However, the last three weeks without your daddy had started to take a bit of a toll on you. Everyone in the playgroup was telling you stories about what they had done with their mom’s and dad’s when they went home, and even though your babysitter was very nice, you couldn’t help but feel left out, detached from the rest of your friends. 

So, when Lando finally got home, you wanted to do nothing more than to cling to him and not let go for at least 2-3 business days. 

You had just come home from playgroup when the familiar unlocking of the front door filled the apartment.

“Hi baby!”

You squealed, departing from your toys without a second thought, practically throwing yourself into his arms. “Daddy!!!” you cheer, as he picks you up with ease, placing kisses onto your face and the tip of your head. 

“Hi my love…” he mumbles tiredly into the top of your head, “Daddy missed you so much..”

“I missed you too…” you reply, your face shoved into the crook of his neck, clinging onto him so tightly that he probably should be worried about his circulation being cut off, but with you finally back in his arms, he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

“Daddy’s gotta go unpack and take a shower, and then we���ll play angel, okay?”

You reluctantly agree, going back to playing with your dolls - who were currently in the middle of a very important tea party.

A few minutes later Lando reemerges from his bedroom, bidding your babysitter goodbye and thank you, before scooping you up from the floor, back into his arms and kissing the top of your head. 

“Daddy missed you so so much…” he coos, settling down onto the couch, the weariness that has been accumulating over the last few weeks finally encompassing him. “You wanna play with your dolls, angel?”

You shake your head, you didn’t want your dolls stealing your time with your daddy from you, you just wanted to be with him. 

“Okay.. that’s okay baby… that’s good, we can just have some rest together, yeah? You wanna watch something on TV?”

“Bluey…”

“Good idea, angel, let's watch some Bluey..”

He grabs a nearby blanket, pulling it over the top of both of you, holding you close, like if he were to let go you were going to disappear. 

The two of you spend a good couple of hours just mindlessly sitting on the couch watching TV. Lando knows that he should be doing something more productive, looking at data, looking at emails, training, but at this moment there is nothing that he’d rather be doing than sitting with you and purely relaxing.  

Dinnertime eventually comes around, but neither of you seem to notice, or you do, and just can’t be bothered to get up from the comfortable couch that has seemed to melt around you. It takes a text from his trainer, reminding him on what he should be eating for dinner, to prompt Lando to remember that he does need to feed you, no matter how comfortable you are.

“We should get some dinner, baby…” he yawns, combing a few strands of your hair out from your face.

You whine in response, half asleep, burying your face into his chest, “‘M not hungry, wanna go sleep”

“I know, baby, Daddy’s tired too… but we gotta have something to eat before bedtime, okay? We can’t have you going hungry. What would you like, my darling?”

“Mmm, pizza..”

“Pizza? Why don’t we order in, baby? Hm? Then we could eat here on the couch, that’d be nice, wouldn’t it?”

You nod, still snuggled up in his arms, having no intention of moving anytime soon, pizza on the couch did sound good, “Cheese, please..”

“Of course, angel”

Dinner was not a fancy affair, the two of you stayed right where you were, eating from takeaway pizza boxes with Lando wiping your face to get all the tomato sauce off every couple of minutes. Dinner was nothing posh, but to Lando it was perfect.

Once all of the pizza has been hoovered away, not much movement is seen, the two of you too tired to make an effort to move and get to bed. 

“Missed you so much when I was racing…”

“I missed you, daddy, all my friends had their daddies at home, why didn’t their daddies have to go racing…?”

Lando’s heart breaks, “Not everyone is a racing driver, baby, their daddies jobs are probably here in Monaco..”

“Oh. Well then I think that they should be jealous of me. I love having a racing driver daddy.”

He laughs, he loves you more than anything he could imagine, “And your racing driver daddy loves you, baby, more than anything, okay?”

It’s probably a bad parenting move, and Lando knows that he should be more responsible, but he’s too tired to get up, and he can see that you’re the same. So that night, the two of you fall asleep wrapped up together, on the couch with your pizza boxes surrounding you, but so very peaceful. 

~~~

a/n: tysm for requesting! requests are always open x

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IT’S LIKE A HUSBAND RETURNING FROM WAR!!! I MISSED YOU MADDIE

I MISSED YOU GUYS MORE!!! 🤍🤍

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Catch me counting down the days till mid June

no more countdown needed… new fic out!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hi can you do dad lando to a toddler where they are on a boat spending time with family and lando teaches her how to swim thanks

splash!

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: this years summer break is a boat trip across the mediterranean. the only problem? you can't (and won't) swim.

w/c: 1.4k

warnings: none!

a/n: IM BACKKKKKKKKK also i have the worst writer's block so i'm sorry that this is awful

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Summer break of the F1 season was one of the few times where drivers were really able to relax - no responsibilities, no press conferences, no training sessions, pure bliss if you asked Lando. 

For many, bringing a 3 year old on a lads trip on your only break of the year sounds like pure agony, but Lando couldn’t be happier. Finally, some quality time with his little girl, without the stress of commitments and world championship battles. 

The plan was to rent out a small boat for a week, sailing around islands in the Mediterranean, pure bliss. You were beyond excited to go on holiday with your daddy and all of his friends, everyone and their mother’s were telling you how exciting it was going to be. 

You had spent the last few weeks meticulously picking out the outfits that you wanted to take on the boat with you, a white dress (the pink one is ugly), blue skirt (but not the one with the polka dots) and yellow sunglasses to name a few, for a three year old you were very picky about what you wore. 

One aspect that seemed to have slipped Lando’s mind was the fact that you were about to spend a week on a boat, in the middle of the sea, and you had no clue how to swim. Naturally, that was going to pose a bit of an issue, he had no idea how you were going to react to the notion of swimming, and he didn’t want you staying on the boat all week in a sulk.

Slightly panicking about the sudden revelation that he had had, t-minus 3 days before you were set to leave, he took you to the local pool. 

“You wanna go swimming baby?”

You just scowl at him from the backseat. You didn’t, in fact, want to go swimming. You wanted to go to your ballet class that he was making you miss for this swimming session.

Due to your burning anger at him, you refused to cooperate in the pool. Everytime he let you go to paddle by yourself, you stayed dead still, causing him to have to scoop you back into his arms, sighing.

“Baby, could you please try for Daddy, you’re not gonna be able to swim when we go on the boat if you don’t swim now…” He tried to plead with you, but it was hard to snap you out of a stubborn mood once you decide that you’re angry. 

“You hold me.”

“No, my darling… I can’t hold you for the entire week.. Don’t you wanna be able to go swimming by yourself?”

“You hold me.”

The pool trip was short lived. 

Lando’s next few days were spent stressing about how this trip was going to go. How could he be so stupid??! Arranging a boat trip and completely disregarding the fact that his 3 year old could not (and clearly would not) swim. Multiple times he tried to subtly get you back to the public pool, but whenever you caught a whiff of having to go back into the water you immediately shut it down.

By the time the day came that you were going to leave, Lando felt helpless. He’d packed armbands and any other floatation devices he could find, but he knew that he can’t rely on them, you - and him - were going to have to face the music one way or another. But, he wanted to enjoy himself for as long as possible, it was his holiday too after all, and put his worries to the back of his mind.

It was no surprise that the Mediterranean was beautiful. The boat turned out to be extremely luxurious, plenty of room for all of the guests, equipped with a kitchen and living area. You were completely beside yourself with joy, running around the boat non-stop and babbling at anyone who would listen about how excited you were, showing them all of your teddies that had made the trip to the Mediterranean. 

The first night was the definition of a guys vacation (plus a three year old). Everyone was sharing drinks and some meat dishes, chatting and laughing loudly, completely in their element. 

You - as always - were running around wreaking a reign of havoc and terror on anyone who crossed your path.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” You squealed, tugging on Lando’s shirt as you had decided he wasn’t paying enough attention to you as you would’ve liked. 

“What’s up, darling?” He replies, picking you up to sit on his lap as he was chatting with a friend.

Not happy with being picked up, you quickly wriggled out of his hold, “Look Daddy! Look, look what I found!”

Before he could react you had already scampered off, running towards the bow of the ship, where the supposed exciting thing was.

“Sorry mate, won’t be a sec…” Lando mumbled to his friend, following after you in some haste. 

When he found you you were half overboard, your upper body dangling off the front of the yacht whilst you pointed at some fish that you could see down below. Lando could have sworn that his heart quadrupled in speed.

“Oh my god! Angel!” before you had the chance to show him your find, he had taken you into his arms, walking far away from the edge, “You could’ve fallen!! You can’t lean over the edge like that, it's dangerous! What if you fell in?!”

“But there were fishies Daddy…” you mumble, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes.

“Baby… I don’t care if there were fishies, we don’t lean over the ship, okay? Promise me angel…”

“I promise…” you mumble, slightly guilty, resting your head on his shoulder.

“We gotta teach you how to swim..” he mutters, more to himself than anything, after that scare he wants to be sure that you can hold your own in the water.

The next day is the group’s first full day out on the water, it doesn’t take long after breakfast for people to start flocking into the water, enjoying the nice temperatures of the Mediterranean in the summer.

Dressed in your little swimsuit, you sit on the steps on the boat, your legs dangling off with your feet slightly brisking the water.

“You wanna come in and swim, baby?” Lando asks, keeping a close eye on you, especially after last night.

You shake your head, “I no wanna swim..”

He sighs, but relents, “You don’t have to swim, angel, I can hold you..”

To that, you finally smile at the thought of being in the water, nodding your head eagerly, and outstretching your arms for him to pull you in.

He carefully pulls you into the water with him holding you close as he slowly swims slightly further out. 

“You sure you’re not gonna try to swim for me, angel?” he asks softly.

You shake your head, burying your little face into the crook of his neck, “No wanna…”

“There are some fishies over there, you wanna try swim to the fishies…? Daddy will be right here..” The fish seemed to be the reason you were fine with risking your life last night, so he thought it might prompt you into swimming. He was right, he knows you too well to be wrong. 

Your head perks up at the mention of fishes. “How far…?”

A breath that Lando didn’t know he had been holding in for a while is finally released, “Just over there, you see them, pretty right?” He points to a little school of fish a few metres away, “You gonna swim to them, baby? Use your arms and kick, okay? ‘M right here…”

He gently lets go of you, keeping his arms right there just in case. Ever the smart child, you seemed to get the hang of it pretty quickly, kicking your legs and flailing your arms in an attempt to get close to the fishes.

“That’s it baby… doing so good!”

Your hair follows behind you in the water as you manage to get over to where the fish are. Lando immediately takes you back into his arms, placing kisses on your forehead.

“See, angel, swimming isn’t that bad, huh? You’re so good at it!” He coos.

You just giggle, wrapping your little arms around his neck, “You hold me…” you mumble sleepily, the events of last night and your little swimming adventure having taken it out of you.

“Okay, my love, I’ll hold you…”

~~~

a/n: tysm for reading!!! requests are always open x

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MADDIE MY SHAYLAAAA COME HOME

omg hi everyone!! just wanted to address these asks:

school is genuinely my worst nightmare at the moment, im really struggling to balance everything, and it’s important for me to prioritise school over writing atm! i miss you guys so much and im so sorry that ive disappeared ☹️ hopefully everything should be finished by mid june! (only a couple more weeks! 😄) so for now im on a hiatus and im so so sorry i miss you all loads and i can’t wait to come back!

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Obsessed with baby Norris!!! Do you think you could cook up some hurt comfort for us? Or even a sick baby Norris xx

sick day

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: for the first time, baby norris picks up a bug, lando has to cope with his darling girl feeling under the weather

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: vomiting!!!! not super graphic but if you have emetophobia and feel like this may not be for you pls don't feel the need to read :)

a/n: on a writing spree atm, idk what's happening to me

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Generally, you were a pretty healthy child, much to Lando’s relief, he’s not sure if he could manage seeing you ill. It would probably be harder for him than you. You manage to charge through your first 18 months of life without having any major illnesses, maybe a cough or a snotty nose here and there, but all toddlers have a cough, it’s a rite of passage. 

When you turn about 1 and a half, Lando enrolls you in a playgroup, somewhere that you can go whilst he works, where there are people to look after you and play games with you. You can make new friends, and he can meet more parents, you both love it.

However, it doesn’t seem to occur to him that the playgroup is literally a walking germ fest. A room full of 1-3 year olds who’s favourite activity is to stick their grubby hands into anything and everything that they see. Therefore, it comes as a bit of a surprise to him when you fall ill, and he doesn’t really know how to cope.

You normally come to wake him up as soon as the sun has started to think about rising over the horizon, jumping on his bed with a ‘daddy!!!!’, and shaking him awake. This morning, however, Lando wakes up before he even hears a peep out of your room. He doesn’t think much of it, presuming that it’s probably because you stayed up a little later last night, and you had had a long day the day before. 

He goes to the kitchen to start making some breakfast, deciding to let you have a little lie in, maybe he’ll drop you off at playgroup a bit later today. Unfortunately, his plans are all halted when you finally come into the kitchen, pale and in tears.

“Daddy, I don’t feel good…” You mumble, rubbing your tear filled eyes. 

“Oh god baby… you don’t look super well… come here, let Daddy feel your forehead..”

You toddle over, slowly, the usual spring that you have in your step gone, your walk turning into more of a slump than anything. As soon as you get within reasonable distance of where he is at the kitchen counter he scoops you up into his arms, placing the back of his hand against your little forehead. 

He winces when he can immediately tell that you’re feverish, “God, you’re burning up angel…” he mumbles, “Do you feel like you’re gonna be sick?”

He curses in his mind when you reply with a weak nod, “Okay baby, we’re gonna get you nice and comfy on the sofa, not gonna go to playgroup today I don’t think…”

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries your fragile form over to the big sofa, gently wrapping you up in a nice fuzzy blanket.

“Is there anything that you want, baby? Some water?”

You just shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as if you were trying to will the illness out of your body. Lando’s heart hurts at your desperate form. 

“My poor angel…” He sighs, running a hand through your messy hair, “Daddy’s gonna stay with you all day, okay? You’re gonna start feeling better…”

That prompts a small smile from you, you like the idea of having a whole day with him, but it’s nothing compared to the normal grins that you flash at him when he suggests something like that. 

For a while you two just sit on the sofa, you going in and out of slumber whilst resting against his chest. At one point he decides that even though you’re not feeling great, you should probably eat something, if not your energy would collapse completely. 

Detaching himself from you, he places a kiss to the top of your head, heading into the kitchen, passing by the discarded breakfast from earlier, and grabbing you just a plain slice of toast, he didn’t want you having anything too flavourful, worried that it would just make you feel even more ill. 

He returns with a glass of water along with the toast, “Baby, can you try to eat this for me, please? It might make you feel a bit better…” he asks softly. 

“‘M not hungry daddy..” You mumble back in response, your little hands clutching tightly onto the blanket that you’re wrapped in.

“I know darling,” he sighs, “but you still gotta eat… just a few bites for me? Please?”

He comes over to sit back next to you, ripping off a small bite size portion of the toast, and coaxing it into your mouth. You reluctantly accept it, chewing it slowly and seeming to have a bit of a struggle to swallow, but you manage it in the end, which gives him a slight sense of relief. 

Although you manage a few more pieces of the toast, it doesn’t take long until your sick body decides that you can’t take it anymore. This leads to the first trip to the bathroom of the day, Lando’s heart breaking as your little body shakes with your retching. 

After cleaning you up, he takes you back into his arms, carrying you back over to the sofa, “Try to go to sleep, my darling… you might feel better for a nap…”

You give him a slight nod, snuggling into your plethora of blankets and pillows, starting to doze off. As you sleep, he rubs your hair, his chest aching with sympathy of how you must be feeling, his poor, darling, angel girl…

By lunchtime you seem to have improved, albeit only slightly, still feeling horrible, but you can stomach a couple bites of a plain biscuit without needing another trip to the bathroom. At this point, Lando is more worried about how hot you’re getting, even though you demand that you’re very cold. 

Much to your dismay, he grabs an ice pack to put on your head, to help and control your rapidly growing temperature. As much as you hate it, it does help to make you feel a bit better.

“That a bit better, my love?”

“‘S cold daddy…”

“I know my love… but the pesky bug has made your body all hot, we gotta cool you down, don’t want you going up in flames!”

You let a slight giggle out at that, giving hope to Lando that you’re feeling at least a little better, if you’re able to laugh at him. 

For the rest of the day, Lando stays by your side, letting you watch all the cartoons that your little heart desires on the TV, pretending to be just as interested in them as you are. 

When it reaches dinner time, you are definitely much perkier, giggling almost like you do when you’re fully healthy as Lando pulls funny faces at you.

“Daddy…”

“Yes, my angel?”

“Can I be sick everyday?”

“Everyday? My love, why would you wanna feel yucky all the time?”

“Cause I could be with you all day… watch cartoons…”

He nearly breaks down in tears right then and there.

“Oh, my angel, you’d get bored of me eventually… you wouldn’t get to go to playgroup! Wouldn’t be able to see all your friends!”

You hum, seeing his point, “But I like having a daddy day…”

“I like it too, baby…” He smiles, pressing numerous kisses to your forehead as he holds you close in his arms. “Daddy loves you, okay? You don’t go forgetting that…”

“Love you more, Daddy..”

~~~

a/n: tysm for reading!!! requests are always open x

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I would love one of baby Norris most viral moments that would be iconic

who is this diva?

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: lando is apprehensive about posting his daughter online, but when he does, the world loves it. a collection of small moments that the fans adore.

w/c: 1.4k

warnings: none!

a/n: maddie's active era???????

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A hotshot F1 driver having an unexpected kid right in the peak of his career was practically gold dust for Formula One fans. As soon as word got out that you were born, the super keen fans were already in every comment section in any relation to Lando begging to see a picture of his newborn.

Ever the protective dad, Lando refused. He wanted to keep you private, you were the most precious thing in his world, he wanted to keep you to himself, keep you safe away from the prying eyes of the fans. 

He was also struggling with learning how to be a single dad. He was still young himself, and now he was in charge of an entire person, it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. He was beyond lucky to have his family and friends there to help him, but looking after you still took a lot of his time, delaying the process of actually introducing you to the world.

At one point he thought that it would be a good idea to show you to the world by bringing you to a race, meaning that he wouldn’t have to make a whole instagram post about it. His mom, however, quickly shut that idea down, ‘The paddock is no place for a 6 week old, Lando.’

He knew that at one point he would have to make a post acknowledging your existence, but there always seemed to be something holding him back.

It wasn’t until your 4 month birthday that he finally posted you onto his instagram. It was a simple picture of you in a little bear onesie, next to a big ‘4’ balloon which you’re looking at with a lot of distaste. In spite of this, it came with the caption, “We all love the number 4 in this house!!”

The most immediately explodes. It quickly becomes his most liked post, hell probably the most liked post in the entirety of F1. This is what he was scared of, he hated how much attention that you were getting, you were still a baby, and now north of 5 million people knew who you were. 

After that, he didn’t post you again. His comments were still filled with people asking where you were, how you were doing, what your name was. He ignored all of them, trying to keep you as private as possible, but he should’ve known that that was impossible from the get go. He was an F1 driver, it wasn’t going to be a piece of cake to hide an entire child from his fanbase. He was scared of even leaving the house anymore, in fear that the paparazzi would follow and people would get more pictures of you.

The first picture of you got leaked a few weeks before your first birthday. He should’ve been expecting it, he’d brought you to your first race. You were sat in the private hospitality with his family, going in through the back entrance so that no one would see you, but someone had obviously found their way into the suite, and snapped a picture, posting it, and quickly seeing hundreds of thousands of views.

It made Lando feel sick to his stomach that he couldn’t protect your privacy. He got in contact with some lawyers, who managed to get the picture taken down, you were a minor after all, people weren’t allowed to take photos of you, but he knew that this wouldn’t stop people taking pictures of you.

After your first birthday (which involved a lot of tears from him) he decided that the only way to stop people trying to find and post so much about you was to take matters into his own hands.

It wasn’t everyday, or even every week for that matter, but he started implementing pictures of you into his usual posting schedule. Sometimes, it would be a picture of you within a photo dump from a race weekend, maybe a story of you in your pushchair whilst the two of you were out on a walk. 

It worked as he hoped, people were less eager to get sneaky pictures of you, and he was able to feed them pictures of his own choice. In some way it was actually quite nice to get to share you with the world, you were his favourite thing on the planet.

You soon began to gain your own fanbase, people grasping onto every picture that Lando posted of you, commenting about just how adorable you were. Some of their favourites included:

A picture of you on Lando’s ski trip with Max F and Pietra, all wrapped up in a baby moncler jacket, sat down in the snow with the biggest grin on your face. 

A picture of you in Ibiza on summer break, wrapped up in a little towel as you built a sand… castle? Sculpture? It wasn’t clear. 

But their favourites were the videos that Lando posted. 

‘Who’s cap have you got on, baby?’ 

You giggle in the background, crawling around on the floor, with a blue cap that’s much too big for you covering half of your face. ‘Calos!!!!’

‘Carlos?’

‘Calos!!!!’ You squeal

‘Why not daddy’s cap, angel?’

‘Calos!!!!’ You screech, suddenly charging as quick as you can forward, but since you have a Williams cap covering your face you’re about to go right into a table.

‘Oh shi-’ The video hears Lando say, before it cuts out as he rushes to stop you from giving yourself a concussion.

–

You’re a bit older in this one, on the plane home after Lando had just won a race.

‘How was the weekend, baby? Good?’

‘Good, daddy!!!!’ You beam, as he holds you in the lap, holding the phone in selfie mode so that you’re both on the video.

‘Yeah, what was your favourite part?’

You think long and hard about this one, ‘Leo!!’ You eventually squeal. Charles and Alexandra had brought the little dog with them that weekend, and you had gotten the chance to meet him. You were immediately enamoured, refusing to leave the Ferrari garage so that you could cuddle with the dog.

‘What about Daddy winning? Was that not good?’ He tries

You shake your head, stubbornly, ‘Leo!!! You win all the time!’ You retort, going back to colouring in your animal colouring book.

Lando shows that to the camera for a second, before returning to his face, and he gives them an exasperated look, then kissing you on the forehead and ending the video.

–

In the fan’s favourite video, it’s not Lando filming, but you. The camera is far too close to your face, too little to understand how to properly film a video.

You’re giggling and running around the house, before stopping to show the camera your toys.

‘This is rabbit!! She likes strawberries, like me!’ You show the camera a light grey, slightly tattered rabbit that Lando had gifted you when you were first born. 

‘This is panda, she likes broccoli, but I don't…’ You say that you love strawberries so much because rabbit does as well, so Lando decided to tell you that your panda likes broccoli, in an attempt to get you to eat the vegetable, but it did not work. 

‘Oh this is my car! It looks like my daddy’s car but it’s better!’ You show the camera a mini Mclaren, perfect sized for you, you’re about to get in it when a voice appears from the background of the recording.

‘Baby, have you seen my phone?’

You pause, ‘No?’

‘No? Why’s it a question, angel?’ He says suspiciously, coming into the room, appearing in the background of the frame. ‘Oh are we filming videos here?’ He coos, lifting you into his arms and taking the phone from you, turning off the video.

You both go off and do other things for a while, but he finds the video again just before he goes to bed, he watches it back, silenting swooning about how sweet you are. He decides to post it, thinking that it would be sweet for everyone to see how cute you are.

The world goes wild over the sweet, domestic video, it’s all Lando sees on his timeline for at least two weeks. But he’s not angry, he’s so happy that he gets to share your happiness with the world.

~~~

a/n: thank you for reading :D

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Can you please respond quicker to your requests? I send one multiple weeks ago

ahhh i'm so sorry!! i've got quite a few requests that i'm working through atm!! but i promise that i'm trying my hardest to get through all of them :)

school has been so annoying recently, so i took an unexpected break and i'm so sorry if you feel that your request has been discarded, but i'm trying my best to get them all done x

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Hi I love your blog. Quick question. I'm also a big fan of @ari-ana-bel-la and wanted to know if you two are writing stories together or something because your stories have the same context as hers (not in a bad way). Did you get inspired by her or she by you?

Could you ever imagine making a collaboration with her? I also asked her the same question and would be very happy if you two would reply!

I mena no harm, I'm just curious!

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hi!!! i also love love love love her writing and you guys should definitely check it out!!!!

i'm pretty sure we both started writing at about the same time and with similar content - f1 x daughter!reader. honestly I think we both just had the same idea at a similar time, i didn't discover her writing until about a month into my blog. because we write similar things, I assume that our reach is very similar, and probably get similar requests, which could explain why our contexts are similar!!

I would be honoured if she took inspiration from me, but i think that that's probably not the case, and i think we're both just writing similar things :)

i really don't want her or anyone to think that i'm copying her!! she's an incredible writer and both of us just write the same kinda niche thing 😁😁

if she's up for it i would 100% do a collab :)

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just found your blog and I’m completely obsessed!!! thank you so much for writing such great pieces 🫶 can’t wait for more

omg thank you so so so so much :') more is coming i promise, i'm going on a fam holiday and i'll bring my laptop

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heyy I just found your blog, your writing is honestly amazing, congrats 💕💕

I wanted to send a request but I just needed to check before, do you write for Paul Aron perhaps?

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oooo i don't know loads about him but i could def try!!

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MADDIE IS BACK, LFG CHAT!!

YEAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

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Idk why that ask was so abrupt about the deer?? It’s okay Maddie 🤍 I’m sure half the people didn’t even notice, I know I didn’t

hahahah thank you 🩷🩷

they were just asking i’m sure they didn’t mean any offense!

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Reading all your fics again, so glad you’re back

awwww thank you baby 🩷🩷

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Maddies back yay!!!! I’ve been waiting for you to come back 🩷

i’m so happy i’m back!!! 😁😁

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Missed your writing ❤️

missed writing for you guys 🩷🩷🩷

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plutoslastwords is ON HIATUS UNTIL MID JUNE!

welcome to my blog!

masterlist

get to know maddie!:

age- 18

star sign- cancer

fav drivers- ln4, gr63, op81

pjo cabin- 7!

hogwarts house- ravenclaw

fav animal- penguin 🐧

blog rules:

please please please please be kind, no hate is tolerated here!!!

i'll try my very best to answer every ask i get, but i won't answer any that i think are inappropriate. i'm here to write fun little stories, i don't want to get into anything too inappropriate.

love you all!!!! have a great day :)