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[kathlare]

crossed paths

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie’s unexpected visit to the British Grand Prix stirs a mix of emotions as she reconnects with familiar faces from Lando's family.

Wordcount: 1.0 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

July 9th, 2024 - Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

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amelieupdates: Spotted at the Silverstone paddock? 🤔 Could it be Amelie arriving at the British GP? 👀💚

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f1fanatic99: Is that Amelie arriving or am I seeing things? 🤔 → amelieforever21: @f1fanatic99 honestly, I can't tell but I hope it's her!! We need more of her in F1 💚👀

lando_shippers: WHERE'S LANDO???? WE NEED A REUNION, WE MISS THE VIBES 😭 → amelieadmirer03: @lando_shippers honestly same, their friendship was goals! Bring them back together already!! 😭💥

checosupporter10: Let's gooo, Amelie always showing love for Checo 🙌💚

notameliestalker: I swear, that’s NOT her, just some look-alike 😂 → ameliefan99: @notameliestalker I lowkey thought that too but I’m hoping it’s her! Manifesting it 💫

racefanatic47: Paddock vibes with Amelie > paddock vibes without her 🤧

landoandamelie4ever: OKAY BUT AMELIE AND LANDO NEED TO REUNITE, WE'RE BEGGING!! 🥺💔 → amelieobsessed17: @landoandamelie4ever Imagine the energy if they ever hang out again... we need it for our souls 🙌💫

amelie_is_my_queen: That is Amelie, I can feel it in my bones 🫣✨ → f1fanaticxx: @amelie_is_my_queen SAME, my heart skipped a beat 🤭

f1fanatic23: Why is Amelie even here? Just let her stay out of the paddock 😬

lando4life: Ugh, I miss when Lando and Amelie were friends. Now he's with Magui and it’s just awkward 🥴 → f1queenfan: @lando4life Yikes, can they just stop with the Magui drama and bring back Lando & Amelie vibes? I miss them together 😩

amelie_stan07: Can we please stop shipping them together? They were friends, that's it. 😑 → f1fanatic99: @amelie_stan07 Sorry, but I think they were lowkey cute together... I'm just saying 👀💘

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The paddock at the British Grand Prix buzzed with the usual excitement—photographers darting between team garages, fans craning for glimpses of their favorite drivers, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the summer air. Amelie adjusted her sunglasses as she navigated the crowd, her sleek blonde hair catching the sunlight.

She wasn’t here for the spotlight, though. She was here for her sister Stella, who had invited her to support Checo, her husband and Red Bull’s driver. It wasn’t unusual for Amelie to visit the paddock, but it had been a while, where she’d avoided certain awkward encounters with laser-focused determination. Today, she planned to stick to her sister’s side and keep things simple.

But fate, as always, had other plans.

Amelie spotted the small coffee stand near the media center and decided to grab an iced coffee before heading back to the Red Bull garage. As she waited for her order, the sound of a familiar laugh made her stomach drop. She turned, her heart skipping a beat when she saw them—Cisca Norris, Lando’s mum, standing with her youngest daughter, Flo, and his grandparents.

For a moment, Amelie considered pretending she hadn’t seen them. But Cisca’s gaze caught hers, recognition lighting up her face. Without thinking, Amelie smiled and gave them a polite wave. To her surprise—and mild anxiety—they all waved back enthusiastically, as if they hadn’t just been acquaintances but old friends reunited.

—Amelie!— Cisca called, her voice warm and inviting.

There was no avoiding it now. Steeling herself, Amelie walked over, her iced coffee in hand. She wasn’t sure if it was the summer heat or her nerves, but she could feel her cheeks flush as she approached.

—Hello— she greeted with a smile, nodding at Lando’s grandparents before turning to Cisca and Flo. —It’s been a while.—

Cisca beamed, clearly delighted to see her. —It really has. You look wonderful, Amelie.—

—Thank you. So do all of you,— she replied, her voice calm despite the slight tremor in her chest.

Cisca’s mum, Lando’s grandmother, stepped forward, her eyes sparkling as she took in Amelie’s appearance. —My goodness, look at you! Blonde again, it suits you so well. And doesn’t she look older, Cisca? More grown-up.—

Amelie laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. —I guess a few years and a lot of work will do that to you.—

Before anyone could respond, another figure joined the group. Magui, dressed in a tight black dress and oversized sunglasses, sauntered over. She slipped an arm around Cisca’s and smiled, but the gesture didn’t reach her eyes.

—And who’s this?— Magui asked, her voice sugary sweet but tinged with a sharpness that didn’t go unnoticed.

Cisca hesitated for the briefest moment before introducing them. —Magui, this is Amelie. She’s an old friend of ours. Amelie, this is Magui.—

Amelie extended a hand, her polite smile unwavering. —Nice to meet you.—

—Likewise,— Magui said, shaking her hand briefly. The tension was palpable, though neither woman let it show.

As they exchanged pleasantries, Amelie couldn’t help but notice the way Cisca and her parents subtly shifted their attention back to her, as if Magui’s presence was an afterthought. Even Flo, who was usually shy, stayed close to Amelie, her little face lighting up when Amelie complimented her new braided hairstyle.

Magui, however, stood off to the side, her expression tightening as she watched how warmly the Norris family interacted with Amelie. The stark difference in their treatment of the two women was impossible to ignore, and the realization made jealousy bubble under her carefully maintained façade.

Lando’s grandmother, oblivious to the undercurrents, spoke up again. —You know, Amelie, we were just talking about you recently. I told Cisca how much we missed having you around. It’s not the same without you. And Lando…— She paused, her expression softening. —He was so happy when you were around. I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at you.—

Cisca winced slightly, her eyes darting to Magui, who was now visibly uncomfortable. Amelie, for her part, maintained her composure, though her heart ached at the unexpected comment.

—That’s very kind of you to say,— she managed, her voice steady.

Sensing the awkwardness, Cisca stepped in. —Mum, maybe we should let Amelie get back to her sister. I’m sure she’s busy.—

Amelie nodded, grateful for the out. —Yes, I should head back to the garage. It was lovely seeing all of you again.—

Cisca’s grandmother reached out and gave Amelie’s hand a gentle squeeze before she could leave. —You take care of yourself, dear. And don’t be a stranger. You’ll always have a place with us.—

Amelie nodded, her smile softening as her heart swelled with bittersweet warmth. —Thank you. That means a lot to me.— Her gaze flicked to Flo, who was still holding onto her sleeve. —Flo, keep being this amazing, okay? And let your brother know I said hello.—

At that, Flo’s eyes lit up with excitement, but before she could respond, Magui cut in with a strained smile. —I’m sure Lando’s a bit preoccupied, but I’ll pass along the message if we see him before you do.—

Amelie’s polite mask stayed intact, though she could sense the slight barb in Magui’s tone. Cisca’s lips pressed together tightly, her disapproval barely masked, while Lando’s grandmother looked as though she were about to scold someone. To diffuse the tension, Amelie chuckled lightly. —I wouldn’t expect anything less. Racing keeps everyone on their toes.—

With a final polite goodbye, Amelie turned to leave, her steps calm and measured despite the swirl of emotions rising in her chest. She could feel the weight of their gazes, the warmth of Cisca and his grandparents, the jealousy simmering in Magui’s expression. And as she walked away, she couldn’t help but wonder how things had come to this—how the comfort of her past with Lando’s family could still feel so welcoming, yet so far out of reach.

[justrainandcoffee]

I was going to write a comment but this deserves another reblog 😌.

She does struggle with confidence! 😭. I have a similar problem as you with the faceclaim, because Lily J. has a lot of things that Rose has (like her wavy hair, eyes and the mischievous smile) but in general she's not like I imagine Rose. Lily is too pretty. Rosie is 100% an average woman. When Tommy says he doesn't understand what Alfie sees in Rose that he's so devoted to her it's because of that, she's just another woman. And because of that she has her issues. Tommy on one side flying around Alfie like a fly and James because he's surrounded by models because of his work. And yet, Alfie can fight God for her and James couldn't care less about the models. She knows that, but from time to time she questions herself why 😭. She's an idiot sometimes.

I love their friendship so much. Especially considering that Heaven it's not open to everyone 🥺, so that's even more special. It's canon now, Heaven will be the face of her designs ✨👗✨

I can't stop thinking about the moment Rose leaves England (she will, in few years from the moment I'm written. I need to add drama to their story, even if this time is different from the og!one 😭) i know Amos can afford plane tickets for them to go to NYC and visit her but still 💔. And someone will need to comfort poor James. I still don't know how much time will be there but 🤧. At least they can have a video call, i guess but 💔. It will be hard for Rose, very.

Anyway, thanks again for writing this!! ❤️❤️

A Rose in the Corridor

summary: Pairing Modern!Darkling x OC || Amos x Heaven (PB)

Sometimes, all it takes to bring joy to a mental hospital is a fashion designer. And bringing joy is Rose Coldwell's, stylist student, specialty. or 3 times Rose saved the day.

Part I. Part II.

Content: tooth rotting fluff. Mention of graphic physical violence. Aleksander Morozova’s modern Identity is Amos.

notes: Rose is @justrainandcoffee's OC

+ This belongs to a modern!AU collection of scenes featuring reader of Echo of Shadows.

1: The Rose in the Corridor

The corridor was deathly quiet as Heaven walked back from isolation, still foggy and dizzy from the heavy dose of medication they gave her in the hope of keeping her quiet. With her steps lazy and her long white hair hanging from her face, she seemed a bit disoriented in this endless maze of hallways and, this time, Amos wasn’t there to help.

Heaven let out a little sigh, the stillness pressed against her like a weight, amplifying the ache of solitude that had clung to her ever since they dragged her into that stark white room. A room in which she couldn’t even knock herself out with the walls. All she could do was spiral, recalling the screams of the tall darkness and hers when they separated them, locking them up in a different cell.

As she dragged her soulless body, her bare feet making no sound on the cold linoleum, she suddenly stopped at the melody of a soft voice she hadn’t heard before. She paused, lingering at the edge of the hallway, drawn by the warmth in the tone.

“I really think it could help them,” the voice said, full of conviction, tenderness but also tinged with a bit of defiance.

Peering around the corner, the white-haired creature saw the newest nurse of the service standing with a woman she didn’t recognize — A strikingly beautiful stranger, her brown hair swept into an elegant ponytail and a little frown on her pouty face. No straight jacket or the awful hospital uniform, she was wearing a perfectly tailored green coat cinched at the waist with a belt. Heaven didn’t know anything about clothes but even she could easily tell that the woman’s outfit was designed for her and that, consequently, it was pricey.

“It’s unconventional,” the nurse replied, her tone skeptical and hesitant, wondering if she could take this kind of huge decision by herself. “But if you think patients would be interested in your project…”

“They will,” Rose interrupted with a soft but firm determination, her eyes sparkling with hope at the idea of one hospital agreeing with her project after days of declining replies. “It’s not about interest. It’s about giving them something beautiful. A chance to feel… like themselves again. To bring their worth to light after life crushed them! This place needs that.” Rose added the last sentence with a hint of sadness laced in her tone as she quickly glanced around the sanitized and dull corridors of the hospital.

The nurse sighed but didn’t argue further. Maybe she was right…

Heaven tilted her head — something about the woman captivated her. Maybe it was the way she carried herself with such certainty like she could bend the world to her will with a single look. Or maybe it was the warmth in her voice, so foreign in this cold, sterile place. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the little anarchist demeanor she exuded. Wherever her fascination for the woman came from, the killer doll couldn’t help but stare with those chilling, frozen blue eyes of hers.

Their eyes met suddenly, Rose’s gaze catching hers.

Heaven froze. While she was used to being noticed because of her eerie aura and exceptional appearance, she wasn’t used to being welcomed by a warm smile.

The nurse followed Rose’s gaze and stiffened when she saw the blonde woman, almost jumping a little bit as if she had been turning her back to some kind of dangerous beast that could have pounce on her back and rip her throat. “Heaven,” she said curtly, her tone guarded, “You’re supposed to go back to your room.”

“Where’s Amos?…” The murder doll drawled, her voice tired and croaky from having screamed too much. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt at the same time.

Rose raised a brow, amused, as curiosity lighted up her features as she studied Heaven — she was… splendid. Otherworldly. Effortlessly pretty even here, in her inmate uniform and the reddish circles under her eyes.

“I’m serious Heaven. Nurse Betty said you have to go back to your —“

“Oh,” the crazy girl blurted, her voice uncharacteristically soft as she cut off the nurse and completely ignored her. “You’re… pretty. You look like a beautiful rose.” The corner of her lips stretched into an odd smirk, naturally but unwillingly menacing and awkward.

The nurse blinked in shock, her mouth slightly agape. To be honest, Heaven was rarely sweet—never kind—and certainly not to strangers. Such a sudden sympathy was more than surprising.

Rose beamed, offering the blonde girl a radiant smile as her frown disappeared from her face. “And you look like an angel,” she said, her voice like a joyful lilt.

Here she was — her perfect model.

2: Hyena Pup Snorting Cocaine

No one expected the crazy chick to agree to be Rose’s model. And no one expected the headmaster of the psych ward to give his permission either, but the stars had aligned and there they were, in the common room three weeks later for their usual meeting.

Heaven shifted from foot to foot, her arms flailing slightly as Rose tried to measure the length of her torso for the fifth time.

“Stop fidgeting,” Rose said gently, her voice patient despite the obvious frustration beginning to creep into her tone.

“I’m not fidgeting,” Heaven retorted even though she immediately twitched as if to prove her wrong. Staying still was harder than what she thought.

The stylist let out a small laugh and stepped back, hands on her hips and one brow raised, trying to appear firm but failing instantly for her affection for the patient was too strong. “You’re impossible. Do you know how hard it is to take proper measurements when you’re moving like a squirrel on caffeine?”

“I’m not a squirrel,” The killer doll mumbled, crossing her arms on her small breasts and accidentally knocking the measuring tape out of Rose’s hands in the process.

"Aaargghhh! You're going to be the death of me!"

Leaning against the doorframe, Amos watched the scene unfold from his usual spot, his void-black eyes glinting with amusement. He had appeared without a sound, like a shadow slowly creeping into the room.

"What's this?" He asked, stepping into the common room, "Some kind of torture session?"

"No," Rose said, shooting him a playful glare -- after three weeks here, she had learned that whenever the angel was, the tall darkness loomed nearby. At first, she had felt uncomfortable around Amos, for his pitch-black eyes and his whole body language exuded the predatory nature of a wild cat. But the more she saw him soften with Heaven, the more she came to the conclusion that even dangerous men could be tamed by love. And tamed he was each time he glanced at the blonde doll. “I’m trying to make her a dress, but she’s got the attention span of a hyperactive hyena pup snorting cocaine.”

Heaven huffed, glaring at both of them now. “I can stay still!” She exclaimed.

“You haven’t for the last fifteen minutes,” Rose pointed out before running a hand through her hair, exhausted by the end of the semester coming, all the forms to fill for her new flat with James, and an unruly model. “Amos, would you mind giving me a hand instead of standing in the corner, mocking me?”

Amos raised a brow, clearly entertained. His smug smirk stretched. “What, you need me to hold her down?”

“Something like that,” Rose replied, "Just do something because if your plan was just to lean against the door and look handsome well you can leave or else I'll throw needles at you!"

"Fine, fine. No need to threaten me."

Watching the back and forth between the tall darkness and the small rose, Heaven scowled but didn’t protest as Amos moved smoothly behind her. The dark-haired man placed his large and warm hands firmly on her shoulders, his grip definitely steady but not harsh. “There. Now stay still, or I’ll have to start singing lullabies to keep you calm.”

"Fuck you," The crazy blonde squirmed a little but froze almost instantly when he leaned closer, bringing his mouth in her ear to whisper in a low voice, "Behave, little hyena." The tip of his nose gently bumped against her cheek in a playful, teasing way, "Or I'll have to make you behave". Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lip, suddenly very aware of how close he was. Aware of every shape of his body fitting snuggly with her as he stood just behind.

Rose took the opportunity to quickly drape the fabric over Heaven’s petite frame, pinning it in place as she worked with her skilled fingers. “Perfect,” she said, glancing up at Amos with a grateful gleam in her eyes. “You’re surprisingly good at this.”

“I’ve got practice,” Amos replied, pressing a bit more on the white-haired brat with his hands. His thumbs were tenderly caressing her in circular motions.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?!” Heaven snapped, though her voice lacked its usual bite

“Whatever you want it to mean,” He purred and it made her melt.

Rose chuckled as she straightened up, stepping back to admire her work. “Done. You can unleash the beast now, Amos!"

Heaven wriggled a little bit and stepped out of the tall darkness's grip with her cheeks still pink, "Both of you are the worst.” She mumbled under her breath, but the little grin on her juicy lips betrayed her own amusement.

3: Something Meaningful

Snow blanketed the hospital grounds as December rolled in. No matter how expensive and new the mental hospital was, it still felt like the chill of winter was seeping through the walls and into Heaven’s bones. With Amos gone, the days felt heavier, the nights colder and her soul entirely empty. She was sitting on the couch, her knees drawn to her chest as she stared out the windows, dissociating. A part of her expected to find a bit of comfort in the view, but the sky was dull and gray, and the snow in the courtyard reduced to a disgusting browning muck.

“Hello,” Rose’s voice called gently.

Turning, she found Rose standing at the common room's entrance, holding a neatly wrapped package in her hands.

“What’s that?” Heaven asked, her voice quiet, "And what are you doing here? It's almost Christmas, shouldn't you spend time with James?" She sniffed a little before putting her chin on her knees while her far too pale eyes observed the young stylist.

"Don't be so gloomy!" Rose walked over and placed the package in her lap. “It’s for you. Open it.”

"For me?" Heaven repeated, surprised. Her fingers started brushing the shiny paper, “You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” Rose interrupted with a gentle smile, "It's from James and I. It's not as warm as Amos but it's clearly more comfortable and less annoying."

Slowly, Heaven unwrapped the gift and, when she saw what was inside, her breath caught in her throat: it was a hyena plushie, its fur incredibly soft and it's open mouth pulled into a huge grin as though it was silently laughing.

“I remembered you said it was your favorite animal,” Rose explained, sitting down beside her. “Fierce. Loyal. A little misunderstood. It reminded me of you.” Rose also wanted to add that it was the nickname the tall darkness always gave her but she didn't want to rub salt in the wound by talking too much about him.

Heaven’s throat tightened as she stared at the toy. It was silly, maybe, but no one had ever given her something so thoughtful. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice rasping and her face veiled with a bit of confusion, not knowing how to deal with emotions.

Rose sat on the couch next to her, “You’re welcome.”

After a moment of comfortable silence, the young stylist's hand playing with one of the crazy girl's pigtails, Heaven stood quite abruptly and left the room, leaving Rose blinking in confusion for she often forgot how unpredictable the killer doll was.

When Heaven returned, she held a small box in her hands.

“For you,” she said, thrusting it toward Rose, " I know you don't celebrate Christmas soooo... I don't know, consider it a Hannukah gift or something like that?"

Completely surprised, Rose opened the box carefully, revealing a well-worn poetry book and a handmade bracelet made with tiny pale pink beads and golden charms strung together in a pattern that felt both deliberate and unique. Among the charms was a rose.

“I made it,” Heaven said quickly. “It’s not much, but… I thought it’d suit you.”

Not wasting more time, Rose slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, the silver catching the bright neon's light as she did so, “It’s perfect. It mends the fact you're an awful model to work with despite your beauty.”

And for the very first time since Amos' departure, Heaven let out a laugh — a real, genuine laugh that echoed in the room and filled it with joy. Sitting together, the hyena plushie cradled in her lap and Rose’s bracelet glinting on her wrist, the coldness of the season felt a little more bearable.

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[killuaisaprincess]

🦌🌲❄️🛷

[touden-laios]

FALIN TOUDEN | Dungeon Meshi, 1.24

[xamaxenta]

WOW THIS IS WAY CUTER THAN I THOUGHT THANK YOU ODA SAN

[devilart2199-aibi]

Thinking about Jazz' spotlight and fanboy Tracks 🥺 (Humanformers ver)

[smileysvech]

swayman 🤝 swayman

[panevanbuckley]

"Watch out fellas, here comes twinkle toes."'

▸ Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal in Masters of the Air

[leslieseveride]

i'm having thoughts about this and they're all completely normal.

[tvmusiclife]

🥹

[lily-claw]

I was gonna wait until I finished the drawing to send this one but welp, then I'd have to wait until finishing my mid-term exams to finish the drawing 🫠

I couldn't wait to see @sapphicflower-ao3 's reaction 🥺🤧

art is inspired by "The Art of Falling"

[gen4grl]

dad red! 🍎🍊

[peerless-cucumber]

TIGAAAAAA 😭😭😭

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BURNT NUGGIES

SIX PIECE NUGGET SPECIAL !!!!!!!

[leslieseveride]

watched both these episodes today bc i miss my babies, and these two scenes have always given me the same vibes.

[beurvixen]

listening to ttpd like