#cisca

[maxkirin]

Tag yourself! 🔖

I bring up my friends on stream a lot, so here's a handy sheet for my new followers / long-time watchers who still think Chips & Cisca are the same person lmao

[formulaoneisajoke]

https://instagram.com/stories/callumfredharvey/3143307281943377488?igshid=Y2I2MzMwZWM3ZA==

looks like almost his entire family was there 🥹

ahhhh so sweet! i’m so glad they were all there to celebrate it with him!!

[abstracthell]

CISCA - another fixer for the understanding of years, months and days, to have a correct functioning of the systemic offered.

[l4ndowife]

lando on his parents watching the race:

“My dad struggles to watch the first laps, and my mum is the same. When they are in the garage, sometimes my mum has to leave just to get the first lap out of the way then come back in. She has always looked out for me, and she knows how dangerous it is.

Parents always think like that more than we do as drivers.

They think of the worst before the best but I know they are in it with me. My mum always says she is on my shoulder while I am driving. She is always in the car with me.”

[marieshyperf1xations]

To quote Kym Illman, who took the first 2 photos:

“Mum and Dad were posing in front of the McLaren car and Lando just happened to walk past at this particular moment and flopped back in their arms for this beautiful three-shot.”

I can so picture him just going flop, deal with it, I want Mum and Dad time for a sec now. He’s so dorky and I love it. Also I absolutely adore seeing grown men be secure enough to openly be affectionate with their parents.

At the end of the day he’s still their little boy 🥺🧡

[ari-ana-bel-la]

hello, dear! i love your posts, could you do one where Lando goes out for race week and he leaves the baby with his mother, and when he comes back, she was upset because she missed him so much and says he had abandoned her, and wouldn't leave grandma's lap, but then she forgives him😂 thank you, girl, you're best❤️

Granny knows best

Lando had never known a love quite like the one he had for Yn. From the moment she was born, his world had shifted completely, revolving around the tiny human who looked up at him with big, trusting eyes. She was his pride and joy, his little princess, and leaving her for race weeks never got any easier.

But he had a job to do. So, as much as it pained him, he had to trust his mother to take care of his baby girl while he travelled for the latest race.

"Daddy will be back before you know it, sweetheart," Lando had promised, kneeling in front of Yn, who stood in her little pink pajamas, clutching her stuffed bunny. "Be a good girl for Granny, okay?"

Yn had pouted, her lower lip quivering as she clung to him. "But I don’t want you to go, Daddy."

Lando’s heart had clenched painfully. "I know, baby, I don’t want to go either. But I’ll call you every day, and I’ll bring you a present when I come back."

She had hesitated, considering his words. "A pink present?"

Lando had chuckled, brushing a curl from her forehead. "The pinkest present I can find."

Reluctantly, Yn had let him go, though her big, sad eyes had haunted him throughout the weekend.

—

When Lando returned home after the race, tired but eager to see his daughter, he had expected a warm welcome. What he didn’t expect was to be met with absolute coldness from his little girl.

Yn sat on his mother’s lap, tiny arms wrapped around Cisca’s neck, her head buried in her grandmother’s shoulder. She didn’t so much as glance at Lando when he stepped into the living room, holding a large pink teddy bear in his arms.

"Baby! I’m back!" he announced cheerfully, kneeling in front of the couch with open arms.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of excitement.

Lando frowned. "Yn? Don’t you want to come to Daddy?"

The little girl turned her face further into her grandmother’s shoulder. "No."

Lando blinked in confusion. "No? What do you mean no?"

Cisca smirked, patting Yn’s back. "She’s been quite upset with you, Lando."

"Upset?" he repeated, glancing at his father, who was chuckling quietly from his armchair.

Adam grinned. "Oh, you’re in trouble, son."

Lando sat back on his heels, utterly baffled. "Yn, baby, what’s wrong? Daddy missed you so much."

Finally, she lifted her head, her big brown eyes filled with unshed tears. "You abandoned me."

Lando’s mouth fell open. "What?!"

Yn nodded solemnly, her tiny face heartbreakingly serious. "You left me. I cried. I missed you so much, Daddy. And you weren’t here."

Lando felt like the worst father in the world. He dropped the teddy bear and reached for her, but she turned away again, tightening her grip on Cisca. "No, I stay with Granny."

Cisca gave Lando a teasing look. "Looks like you’re gonna have to work for it, tough guy."

Lando sighed, running a hand through his curls. "Baby, I didn’t want to leave you. But you know Daddy has to go race, right? It’s my job."

Yn sniffled. "I don’t like your job."

"Me neither, sometimes," Lando admitted with a soft smile. "But it helps Daddy take care of you. And I always come back, don’t I?"

Yn didn’t answer.

Cisca chuckled. "She’s not convinced yet."

Adam, clearly enjoying the scene, smirked. "Come on, lad, where’s that famous charm?"

Lando groaned. "Okay, okay. Yn, I brought you something!"

He grabbed the pink teddy bear and held it up. "Look! I got this just for you. It’s the pinkest teddy bear I could find!"

Yn glanced at it briefly before turning back to her grandmother. "I already have teddies."

Lando gasped dramatically. "But this one is special! I picked it out just for my best girl!"

She hesitated, her fingers curling into Cisca’s sweater. "I don’t know."

Lando sighed, dropping onto the floor in a dramatic heap. "Oh no. My baby doesn’t love me anymore. My heart is breaking. I might never recover."

Adam let out a booming laugh. "Good performance, son."

Cisca smiled, rubbing Yn’s back. "What do you think, sweetheart? Should we forgive Daddy?"

Yn turned her serious gaze to her grandmother. "Should I, Granny?"

Lando sat up quickly. "Oi! You’re asking Granny?"

Cisca laughed. "I think Daddy is very sorry, darling."

Yn turned back to Lando, eyeing him suspiciously. "Are you really sorry, Daddy?"

Lando nodded vigorously. "So, so, soooo sorry. I missed you every single second I was gone."

Yn studied him for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "Okay. But only if you never leave again."

Lando winced. "Baby, I have to leave sometimes…"

Yn narrowed her eyes. "Then more pink presents."

Lando grinned. "Deal."

Finally, she reached out, and Lando wasted no time pulling her into his arms, kissing her forehead repeatedly. "I missed you so much, little bean."

Yn giggled, snuggling into his chest. "Missed you too, Daddy."

Cisca and Adam shared an amused look.

"You know," Adam mused, "I think she’s got you wrapped around her little finger."

Lando sighed dramatically, rocking Yn in his arms. "Yeah. And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🩷🎀

[pastryfication]

say yes to the dress

pairing: lando norris x reader (or more likely lando’s family x reader) note: i have been watching way too much say yes to the dress lately so i just couldn’t stop myself from writing this.

the soft chime of the bell above the boutique door rings as you step inside, followed by a warm rush of air scented with lavender and vanilla. the room is bathed in soft light that reflects off the rows of pristine white wedding dresses hanging delicately on their racks. you take a deep breath, feeling the thrill and nerves swirl in your chest. today is the day. today, you’ll—hopefully—find the dress.

your mother is the first to stride forward, her eyes twinkling with excitement. she squeezes your hand, a mix of pride and nostalgia evident in her lingering gaze. “i can’t believe my little girl is getting married,” she says softly, her voice catching in her throat. “i can still remember when you were a little baby resting on my chest.”

beside her, your sister grins, playfully nudging your shoulder. “she’s about to be mrs. lando norris!” she teases, drawing a laugh from you. it still feels surreal, like a beautiful dream you never want to wake up from.

lando’s mother, cisca, approaches you with a warm smile, her two daughters—your future sisters-in-law—flo and cisca, close behind. “i think we’re all in for a treat today,” she says, her eyes scanning the racks of dresses. “we’re not leaving until we find *the* one.”

you look around, feeling surrounded by so much love. these are your people, your family. it’s just the six of you today—no cameras, no fanfare, just a group of women on a mission to find the dress that will make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

the boutique owner, an elegant woman with a thick french accent, greets you all warmly. she gestures toward a plush seating area with a mirrored platform. “please, make yourselves comfortable. i’ll bring out a selection to start with. if there’s anything specific you’re looking for, let me know.”

the anticipation bubbles inside you as you take a seat, flanked by your sister on one side and flo on the other. you look over at the group, feeling grateful to have everyone here with you. “so, i’m thinking something simple, maybe lace—”

“maybe lace?” your sister interrupts, raising an eyebrow. “girl, you’re about to marry lando freaking norris. this is your moment to shine!”

you laugh, feeling your cheeks warm as you send her a playful glare. “okay, maybe a little sparkle, but nothing too crazy.”

flo leans over, whispering conspiratorially. “don’t worry, we’ll make sure you look stunning. lan won’t know what hit him.”

the boutique owner returns with a selection of dresses, each more beautiful than the last. as you browse through them, running your fingers over the intricate beadwork and soft silks, you hesitate, glancing at the price tags. it’s hard not to feel a pang of guilt at the sight of the numbers, even though you know lando would give you the world if you asked.

“i don’t want to go overboard,” you say quietly, almost to yourself. “i mean, we have a budget, and i don’t want to spend too much—”

cisca turns to you, her expression immediately softening. she places a gentle hand on your arm. “sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about that. you have no budget. lando wants you to have exactly what you want and he’ll take care of everything. if you even think about being humble, i’ll have him on speed dial.”

you blink, taken aback by her generosity and the easy confidence with which she says it. “i just . . . i don’t want to—”

she shakes her head with a reassuring smile. “this day is about you, and lando doesn’t want you to hold back. you’re part of our family now, and we want you to feel as special as you are.”

your mother nods in agreement, her eyes misty. “you deserve this, honey. you and lando both do.”

you feel your heart swell, grateful beyond words. you’ve always known Lando would do anything for you, but to hear his family say it, to feel their unwavering support—it’s everything. you’re marrying into more than a relationship; you’re becoming a part of something bigger, something that’s filled with love.

you try on the first few dresses, and all of them are gorgeous, but they don’t feel special. it isn’t until you take one of the most simple gowns, a soft lace gown that hugs your figure just right, that your heart gets stuck in your throat.

you step onto the platform and look at yourself in the mirror. for a moment, you’re speechless. you see yourself, not just as a bride, but as a woman surrounded by the people who love her most.

there’s a collective gasp from the group, and you turn to see their faces lit up with joy. your sister is already snapping photos on her phone, and lando’s sisters are whispering to each other, both clearly enamored with the dress.

cisca wipes away a tear, her smile broad. “you look absolutely stunning. everybody’s gonna be speechless.”

you feel a surge of happiness as you spin around, the dress twirling elegantly. “do you think this is the one?”

your mother stands, crossing the room to take your hands in hers. “only you can decide that, but if it feels right, it’s perfect.”

you glance back at your reflection, and you know. it’s perfect. this is the dress you’ll walk down the aisle in, the dress you’ll wear when you say, “i do,” to the love of your life.

and as you stand there, surrounded by laughter, kind words, and the unconditional love of the women around you, you know this is just the beginning of a lifetime of beautiful moments.

[mctwinkdom]

Norris siblings ❤️

[goldenboygate]

I am too weak for this 🥲🥲

[formulaoneisajoke]

wholesome moments 🥹

[abstracthell]

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[peppysinc]

The way Cisca shrieked when Oscar went off the tracks… he’s her son too and she is ALL OF US!!

[acrosstobear]

lnfour Forever his No.1 fans ❤️

[f1archives]

16/03/25 (📷 Mark Sutton)

[landopics]

[artemispt]