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kathlare · 3 days ago

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imperfect for you

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando, still haunted by his recent fight with Amelie, boards a private jet from China to Milan, conflicted about their fractured relationship.

Wordcount: 1.9 k

Warnings: none

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March 25th, 2025 - Milan, Italy

The plane was quiet. The hum of the engines was a constant background sound as Lando leaned back in the plush seat, staring out of the window as the miles between him and China dwindled. He had been awake for hours, the silence of the cabin a stark contrast to the chaos of his thoughts.

It had been days since the fight with Amelie, and yet he could still hear her words in his head. The way she sounded when she told him that she hadn’t meant to hurt him, that she didn’t think it would matter. He could feel the ache in his chest every time he thought about her—how she had looked at him when he had been so angry, her tears falling, helpless and broken.

He wasn’t sure what had been harder: hearing her cry, or the fact that he couldn’t make things right. There had been so much silence between them since that night, so many unanswered questions. He had stayed away, buried in his work, hoping that the space would give them both the time they needed to figure it out.

But then, yesterday, he had gotten a message from her.

Amelie.

His thumb hovered over the screen as he reread her message for the fourth time that day.

Ames💛: Hey Lan, I know things have been rough, but I’ve arranged for my plane to be ready if you want to come over and talk in person. I really want to make things right between us, but I’ll leave the decision to you. Whatever you need, I’m here. I miss you.

It had been a simple message, and yet it had shaken him to the core. She was offering him the space to decide, to come to her if he was ready. That was Amelie—always giving, always patient. Always understanding.

And that was when Lando knew. He didn’t need to think twice. He wasn’t ready to let this go. Not when she meant everything to him. So, he had accepted the offer.

Now, as he sat on the private jet, hurtling through the sky towards Milan, he couldn’t help but wonder what this meeting would look like. What would it feel like to see her again, to hear her voice and hold her close? He missed her, more than he cared to admit.

The private jet glided effortlessly through the sky, the city lights of Milan slowly coming into view. Lando rubbed his hand across his face, the weight of everything still heavy on him. His mind flickered back to the messages he had sent her since their argument, or rather, the lack of messages. He hadn’t known how to reach out, not when everything felt so raw between them. But her message had been an olive branch—no demands, no guilt, just a simple offer.

It made his chest tighten even more.

—Fuck,— he muttered, shaking his head. —Why does she have to be so goddamn perfect?—

Lando leaned back in his seat again, running a hand through his hair. The hum of the engines filled the space, but it didn’t drown out the whirl of emotions inside him. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way Amelie had looked when she had apologized. Her voice had cracked, but even then, she had been trying to protect him, trying to shield him from the hurt she had unintentionally caused.

—God, I’m such a fucking idiot,— he thought to himself. He could have handled it better. He could have listened to her more, understood her more. But instead, he had let his anger get the best of him.

The truth was, he wasn’t angry anymore. He was just… scared. Scared that they were too broken to fix. Scared that the trust they had built could shatter in an instant. Scared that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make her feel the same way he did.

But then her message had arrived, and something inside him shifted.

Her offer.

He was already halfway to Milan, on his way to her. And despite everything—the hurt, the uncertainty—he knew he was doing the right thing.

Lando’s thoughts bounced between regret and hope as the jet cruised through the sky. He couldn’t help but replay that message over and over, her words lingering in his mind like the softest touch.

I miss you.

His heart clenched at the thought of her. Amelie—his Ames—was never one to play games. She didn’t leave him in the dark or hold grudges. She was always willing to lay herself bare, vulnerable, even when she was hurting. That’s what had always drawn him to her. Her openness. Her heart. The way she loved so fully, so unconditionally.

But she was also a whirlwind—an unstoppable force that sometimes left him in the dust. And when he wasn’t careful, when he didn’t understand her fully, that whirlwind could cut him to the bone. He wasn’t proud of how things had ended, but he knew he’d be an idiot to let it be the end of them.

The jet began its descent toward Milan, and he felt the familiar pressure in his chest, a mixture of excitement and nerves. He glanced out the window, the lights of the city spreading out beneath him like an endless sea of possibilities.

What if she didn’t want him back? What if she was just being nice because she didn’t want him to hate her?

But deep down, he knew that wasn’t her. Amelie wasn’t like that. She wasn’t going to waste her time pretending for anyone. She wanted him. She wanted them to fix things. And as much as the thought terrified him, he knew that’s what he wanted too. He had fucked up, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.

The jet touched down with a soft bump, and Lando’s stomach flipped. He ran a hand through his hair again, trying to steady his racing thoughts. When the plane taxied to a stop, he didn’t wait long. His feet hit the ground running, his bag slung over his shoulder as he made his way through the airport to the waiting car that would take him to Amelie.

He’d never been this nervous in his life. He’d raced in some of the world’s most high-pressure situations, but none of that compared to the way he felt right now. This wasn’t about speed or strategy. This was about a woman who had become everything to him in ways he didn’t even understand.

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norrisnation: Lando was spotted at the Milan airport earlier today 👀 No word yet on why he’s in Italy, but fans say he looked relaxed (and very much in his Soft Boy Era™). Let the theories begin 🧳🇮🇹

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landofanatics: Hold up. Lando flying all the way to Milan? Y’all, he’s with Amelie. No question. 😭 → ameliedaymanupdates: @landofanatics SAME. You can’t convince me otherwise. It’s basically written in the stars. ✨🌙

lanmieluvr: don’t play with me rn what if he’s meeting up with ames in europe again 😭

georgerussellhub: ngl i thought he’d fly straight to japan but he said ✈️ detour for the girlie

f1girl_97: Y’all, I get that the Rodrigo thing was weird, but let them breathe. They’re grown adults who can handle their own drama. 🙄 → f1fanatics_24: @f1girl_97 I get that too, but it’s hard not to get invested when they’re such a vibe together. Like, they were goals 💔

softlanmillie: LANDO IF YOU’RE THERE TO FIX THINGS WITH HER THEN GOOD. BECAUSE I’M NOT SURVIVING THIS SILENT ERA.

ameliedaymanupdates: Anyone else catching the fact that Lando and Amelie are both in Milan at the same time? 👀 Coincidence? I think not... → lands_amelie_shippers: @ameliedaymanupdates Omg, wait, they are both in Milan? Maybe there’s hope after all 💖

georgefan42: If they’re hanging out in Milan, does that mean they’re okay?? Is this like a secret reunion or something? 💕 → lands_amelie_shippers: @georgefan42 I hope so!!! But we gotta wait for more signs. It’s like the waiting game right now 😩

landofanclub: He’s in Milan. She’s in Milan. Need I say more? THEY’RE BACK. 💥 → ameliedaymanupdates: @landofanclub Preach! If Lando’s in the city, he’s definitely making time for his girl. He wouldn’t miss it. 💯

ameliestans_04: We all know what’s up. Lando’s in Milan to see his girl. Love them together, they’re unstoppable 💕

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The hotel room was silent except for the soft whir of the air conditioner and the low hum of Italian jazz playing from her phone—an attempt to calm herself that wasn’t working in the slightest. Amelie sat curled on the armchair by the window, knees tucked to her chest, Benny sprawled across her lap, purring softly. Björn, of course, was clawing at the corner of her suitcase like he wanted to escape the tension in the room as badly as she did.

Her eyes flicked to her phone again. Nothing.

Still nothing.

She sighed and dropped her forehead against her knees, arms wrapped tightly around them. Every minute that passed, she spiraled deeper into the awful pit in her stomach. It had been almost a full day since she’d sent the message. No reply. No seen. No blue ticks. Nothing.

And that silence? It was eating her alive.

—Maybe he didn’t take the plane. Maybe he’s done. Maybe this time you really pushed him too far,— she whispered to herself, guilt heavy in her voice. Her fingers tightened around Benny’s fur, and the cat blinked up at her before pawing at her chin softly like he was trying to comfort her.

She hadn’t meant to hurt him. Never. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t done it.

Her stomach twisted again, empty but heavy, like it was filled with rocks instead of air. Food had become... complicated. Again. Just like it always did when the stress got too loud. Since the fight, she’d barely managed more than a few bites of toast and sips of coffee. And even that had felt like swallowing lead.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.

Her heart leapt.

She practically launched herself to her feet, Benny tumbling from her lap with a loud, annoyed mrrrp. She didn’t even glance at the mirror. She didn’t care. It could be him.

It had to be him.

She pulled the door open—too fast, too eager—and deflated instantly when she saw the hotel staff standing there, a silver tray in his hands, eyes wide at her sudden appearance.

—Buonasera, signorina. Room service,— he said politely, stepping in and placing the tray on the coffee table.

Amelie blinked, nodded mutely, mumbled a soft —Grazie,— and closed the door behind him.

She stared at the tray. Risotto. Warm bread. A little plate of olives.

She hadn’t even remembered ordering it.

It sat untouched as she walked back toward the window, fingers rubbing at her temples. She hated this. The waiting. The not knowing. The way her mind kept dragging her through every version of “he’s not coming.”

Björn leapt onto the coffee table and sniffed the risotto, then promptly knocked the bread off the tray with a dramatic flick of his paw.

—Okay, rude,— she muttered, lips twitching slightly despite herself.

Another knock echoed through the room.

Her chest tightened. Probably the guy again, forgetting something. A receipt. A napkin. A "we forgot your sparkling water."

She padded over slower this time, heart heavy, already preparing herself for another wave of disappointment.

But when she opened the door...

She stopped breathing.

—Hi.—

There he was. Lando. Standing there with his hoodie pushed back from his curls, his eyes soft and tired and fucking beautiful. He looked like he hadn’t slept properly, like the flight and the time difference were weighing on him, but he was there.

He came.

Amelie stared at him, her mouth open, fingers clutching the door like it was the only thing holding her upright. Her eyes were already welling up.

—You came,— she whispered, voice breaking.

Lando dropped his bag by his feet, his hands shoved into the front pocket of his hoodie like he didn’t know what to do with them.

—Yeah. Course I did.— His voice was quiet, warm, familiar. And fuck, she had missed it. She had missed him.

He looked at her like he was trying to memorize her face again, like he hadn’t seen her in a year instead of a handful of painful days. She was in an oversized sweater that clearly didn’t belong to her—his, maybe?—and a pair of shorts that barely peeked out from beneath the hem. Her hair was a mess, her eyes rimmed red, and still, to Lando, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

—You didn’t reply,— she said, still breathless, still standing in the doorway like if she moved, it would all vanish.

He nodded slowly. —I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to. A million times. But I figured… showing up might say it better than any text could.—

Amelie let out a shaky laugh, tears brimming in her eyes. —You dramatic little shit.—

Lando grinned, and it was like a weight lifted from his chest seeing her smile—even if it was through tears. —You love it.—

She did. God, she really did.

She stepped aside, opening the door fully and letting him in. Benny immediately trotted over to him, tail up, meowing like he was personally offended Lando hadn’t come sooner. Lando crouched down, giving the cat the attention he so obviously demanded.

—Hey, mate. Still mad at me? Yeah? That’s fair.—

Amelie closed the door and turned, watching him affectionately. He was here. He was real. And she had no idea how to even begin making this right.

—I didn’t think you’d come,— she whispered.

Lando stood, his eyes locking on hers again. —I didn’t think I’d stay away.—

Silence stretched between them for a long moment. He looked around the room, saw the untouched food, the scattered clothes, the chaos that was so very her. And then his gaze settled back on her face.

—You look like shit,— he said gently.

Amelie let out a snort and wiped under her eyes. —Thanks, Lan. Really boosting my self-esteem tonight.—

He took a tentative step closer. —You haven’t been eating.—

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even an accusation. It was just… concern. Deep, aching concern wrapped in that soft voice of his.

Lando didn’t press her for an answer. He didn’t need one. He could see it in the way her sweater hung a little too loose around her shoulders, in the shadows under her eyes, in the barely touched tray of food sitting just a few feet away.

He took another step closer. Then another.

Amelie didn’t move.

For a moment, all the tension in the air threatened to choke them both—weeks of distance, days of silence, a fight that neither of them wanted to relive but still lingered like smoke in the room. She looked up at him through wet lashes, her arms crossed over her stomach like she was trying to keep herself from falling apart.

Lando’s voice dropped, quieter now. Almost a whisper.

—Ames.—

That was it. Just her name. But it cracked something wide open inside her.

She let out a broken sound and stepped forward, like her legs had finally remembered how to move. She didn’t walk—she collapsed. Straight into his arms.

Lando caught her instantly.

She buried her face in his chest, her fingers fisting the front of his hoodie like she was terrified he might disappear if she let go. And then the sobs started—quiet at first, then louder. He didn’t say anything, just wrapped his arms around her and held her, one hand in her hair, the other pressed between her shoulder blades, grounding her.

—I’m sorry,— she gasped against him. —I’m so fucking sorry, Lan. I fucked everything up. I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t mean to…—

—I know,— he whispered, resting his chin on top of her head. —I know, Ames.—

—You didn’t do anything wrong. And I hurt you anyway. I didn’t think. I didn’t think about how it would make you feel, and I should’ve. God, I should’ve. I was selfish and stupid and scared and I... I just... please, Lan, I’m so sorry.—

She pulled back only far enough to look at him, her face tear-streaked, lips trembling as she cupped his face in her hands. And then she started kissing him.

Not on the lips. Not yet.

She pressed kisses to his cheeks, to his forehead, to the tip of his nose, frantic and soft and desperate.

—I love you so much it scares the shit out of me,— she whispered between kisses. —And I never wanted to lose you. I never want to lose you, Lan. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Please don’t hate me.—

Lando’s hands found her waist, steadying her. His heart was pounding, his head spinning, but he didn’t stop her. He couldn’t. Seeing her like this—so open, so broken, so raw—was like being hit in the chest with everything he had ever felt for her all at once.

And then finally, she leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.

Soft at first. Hesitant.

Then firmer. Surging.

Lando responded instantly, kissing her back with every ounce of feeling he hadn’t been able to put into words. His hands slid up her back, pulling her impossibly closer. Her tears were still wet on her cheeks, and he could taste salt on her lips, but he didn’t care.

He pulled back just enough to speak, their foreheads touching.

—I don’t hate you,— he breathed. —I could never hate you. You drive me absolutely fucking mad, but I love you, Ames. You know that, right? I love you.—

Amelie let out a noise that was half-laugh, half-sob and nodded, curling into his chest again.

—You’re the only one I want, Lan. I swear. I don’t care about anyone else. I’ve never cared about anyone else the way I care about you.—

Lando sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her with him, settling her in his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. She straddled him, arms wrapped around his neck, her face still pressed to his shoulder as the tears kept falling.

He kissed her temple, her jaw, the corner of her mouth.

—I could never hate you,— he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath, like the very idea physically hurt him. —Not even for a second.—

He looked at her, really looked at her—red-rimmed eyes, cheeks flushed, trembling lips. His thumb moved slowly across her cheek, wiping away the tear that rolled down. Then he leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers.

—You really are a dramatic little menace, you know that?— he said, his voice laced with something soft and fond and aching.

Amelie gave a weak, breathy laugh, her hands still tangled in his curls, like if she let go, she’d unravel. —Takes one to know one.—

Lando smiled. Not his usual cocky grin—the one he gave the cameras or his friends. This one was just for her. Soft. Honest. Full of everything he hadn’t said.

—We’re a proper disaster, huh?— he whispered, brushing her nose with his.

She nodded, the smallest of nods. —But we’re our disaster.—

And that was it.

He kissed her.

Not rushed. Not desperate. Just... right. Slow and tender and grounding. Like he was reminding her that he was here. That she was his. That no matter how messy things got, he would always, always come back to her.

She melted into him, her whole body sighing in relief as his arms wrapped tighter around her. It was a kiss soaked in everything they hadn’t said. A thousand apologies. A thousand I love yous. A thousand promises whispered between heartbeats.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads still pressed together, Lando tilted his head and gave her a little smirk.

—You look like shit, by the way,— he said again, teasing this time.

She rolled her eyes, sniffling. —Jesus Christ, Lan, write me a poem, why don’t you.—

Lando chuckled, his fingers brushing against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. He was trying to lighten the mood, to push the heaviness of the past couple of days out of the room.

—You know you love it,— he teased, his lips curling into that playful smile of his, the one that always made her heart race. She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips. She wasn’t sure how, but in this moment, everything felt lighter. Like maybe, just maybe, they were going to be okay.

Amelie pulled back just enough to look at Lando, his soft gaze settling into hers. He had come back. He had come to fix things. And now... now she could finally breathe.

—You’re not going anywhere, right?— she asked, her voice quiet but laced with an undercurrent of fear. She needed the reassurance. The last thing she wanted was to lose him again, especially after everything they’d been through. Her hands were still around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his curls.

—Not a chance, Ames,— Lando said with a grin, his thumb brushing across her cheek again. —I’m here for the long haul. I told you I wasn’t going anywhere, and I meant it. It’s just… you and me now, yeah?—

She smiled, that familiar warmth returning in her chest, replacing the fear that had gripped her moments ago. —Yeah. Just you and me.—

And then, it was like a switch flipped. She could feel the tension in the room slowly evaporating. Their laughter, their whispered words, the way they touched—everything falling back into place. Like they’d never been apart.

Lando's lips found hers again, gentle at first, slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment. When they finally broke apart, he didn’t let her go, keeping his hands on her waist, keeping her close.

—We really are a mess, huh?— he whispered, his lips curling into a soft smile as he ran his hand down her back.

Amelie chuckled, leaning into him, her arms wrapped securely around his neck. —A beautiful mess, Lan. Just a beautiful mess.—

Lando let out a small laugh, his hand sliding to the back of her head to pull her in for another kiss, this time deeper, more urgent, like they were both trying to make up for the lost time, the silence, the distance between them. Her hands threaded through his curls, tugging him closer, as if the proximity could erase every word left unsaid.

They pulled away just enough to breathe, but their faces stayed close, lips brushing softly. Lando's thumb traced circles on her back, and Amelie buried her face in his neck, breathing him in.

—God, I’ve missed you so much, Ames,— Lando murmured, his voice rough and full of everything he had kept inside. —I thought I was gonna go crazy without you.—

She smiled softly, her heart swelling with warmth. —You’re a dramatic little shit, you know that?—

He grinned, pressing his lips to her forehead before pulling back to look at her. —Yeah, but I’m your dramatic little shit, and you love it.—

—More than you’ll ever know,— she teased, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

He kissed her again, this time slow and deep, and Amelie melted into him. When they finally broke apart, she took a step back, her eyes glinting with something mischievous.

—We have all night, right?— she asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Lando raised an eyebrow, leaning back on his hands, watching her with a glint of something dangerous in his eyes. —All night, Ames. But what did you have in mind?—

—Just... a little fun. You know, for us to finally be us again. No more of the bullshit, just the two of us. Deal?—

He chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. —Deal.—

Amelie grinned, taking his hand and pulling him toward the bed. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. After all, she had missed every little thing about him—the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way they connected. They had been through so much together, and now, they could finally enjoy the calm after the storm.

As they kissed again, their bodies pressing closer, everything else faded away—the tension, the arguments, the distance. It was just them, tangled in each other's arms, laughing between kisses and finding comfort in their love.

The night was theirs. A night to forget the chaos and simply be.

The room filled with their laughter, the kind that came from deep inside—raw, genuine, and free of worries. They were together, and that was all that mattered.

Amelie looked up at him with a soft smile, her fingers tracing over his lips. —I love you, Lan. I know I’m a mess, but... I’m yours. Always.—

Lando grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. —And I love you, Ames. Imperfect, messy, and all. That’s the way it’s meant to be. Just us, together.—

And with that, they lost themselves in the night, in each other. The perfect disaster, as they always were. But this time, it felt right.

As the hours slipped by, they found themselves tangled in laughter, kisses, and love—no more apologies needed, just two souls finding solace in one another.

They were back to where they belonged.

Together.

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