#lando fluff

[81pastrys]

Could you do a fic where y/n has narcolepsy? Either Lando or Oscar and j like how they navigate helping you w it?

Sleep Spells

Summary— A diagnosis causes Lando to watch for telltale signs you’re going to sleep wherever you are

Warnings— narcolepsy

A/N— sleepy gf 🙂‍↕️

Lando One Shots

Dating Lando was a breeze, he understood me like a book he had read over and over. We’d always joke about how we can sleep anywhere, but when I started randomly sleeping more often he insisted I see a doctor.

They said I had Narcolepsy, a sleeping disorder when my brain decides sleep is at anytime, anywhere. This was particularly hard during track days. I’d fall asleep on his shoulder while he went over telemetry or in his driver room in the most uncomfortable positions.

“You need bubble wrap.” He said once he got me up from sleep. I was still a bit disoriented and half ass understood what he said. “Or one of those neck pillows.” He said after.

“I’m sorry, what are you on about?” I ask. He smiled and kissed my head. I roll my neck, which is sore from how I was sleeping.

“Something to keep you comfortable when you just fall into a sleep spell, love.” He said. We go to the paddock and he does an interview, I sit at a table nearby and sleep claims me again. My head propped on my hand dangerously.

Lando notices and catches my head mid-interview as I lean forward the slightest bit. I wake from the sudden jolt and he talks to me. “Hey, lay your head down love.” His voice soft and caring. I do as he said and lay my head in my arms on the table.

He’d notice the telltale signs of my sleep anywhere. He also knew how to keep me awake if absolutely necessary. One race weekend he had gotten caught up in telemetry and nearly let me fall to the ground. He hadn’t realized I was asleep on his shoulder until he turned and my body swayed.

“Alright, let’s get you on a couch yeah?” Lando walked me to his driver room and laid me on the couch with a pillow and blanket to sleep with. Others started to notice my odd sleeping habits and helped too, but Lando knew exactly how to care for me.

One time Oscar had noticed my body swaying while I stood to watch a F2 race. “Hey, you alright?” He asked. I blinked slowly at him and he found Lando to inform him.

“Thanks mate.” Lando said, bringing me to my usual sleep spot in the garage. Anywhere I’d sit to watch the race, when Lando was busy for a slight second, my body would betray me. The sleep spells always timed perfectly in a window to where no one was there to help.

I would sit on Lando’s garage side against a wall, out. His driver room couch, out. The hotel bed, O. U. T. “Do you need some rest?” Lando would ask periodically when he would notice my eyes start to droop and yawns escaping.

Safe to say Lando has saved me from severe injury over a dozen times and I probably would die if he wasn’t always there to redirect my sleeping body.

This one is a bit short

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗠 lando norris x fem! gallery coordinator! reader ( fluff ) fic summary . . . Because men yearn too, and Lando is the biggest yearner of them all. He spends his time chasing you, waiting for the right moment, and his reckless charm pulls you in, making you crave him despite your initial resistance. Now, you’re the one chasing him, unable to resist the pull he’s had on you all along (3.7k words)

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You had no time for problems. Your life was already a balancing act on a tightrope stretched too thin, weighed down by responsibilities, expectations, and the little inconveniences that piled up like clutter in the corners of your mind. Another problem wasn’t just unwelcome—it was unthinkable.

Especially problems that came from dating.

And Lando? Lando was a problem you couldn’t afford.

You met him months ago. At first, he was just another customer—harmless, fleeting, nothing worth remembering. Then he became a donor, his generosity slipping through the cracks of your carefully maintained distance. And then, somehow, he became something else. Something of a problem you didn’t mind having. Unfortunately.

“You should stop sending me flowers,” you told him, the phone wedged between your ear and shoulder as you carefully set down the last of four pots of deep orange roses he had delivered to your studio. Their petals were impossibly soft, almost weightless beneath your fingers, like the whisper of silk sheets in the morning. The color was rare, difficult to find. A mystery, like so many things about him.

“Should I?” Lando’s voice hummed through the speaker, his smirk practically audible.

He was probably in a paddock somewhere, another race weekend stealing him away to some distant city, but you never bothered to check where. He never made you feel like he was gone.

“You don’t seem to mind,” he added, and damn him, he wasn’t wrong.

You liked the way he chased. How he lingered in the periphery like a shadow, always watching, always waiting. How he learned your coffee order without asking, walked you to your car without expectation, showed up at your events unannounced but never unwelcome. He played the part of something dangerous but never reckless, his obsession carefully measured, wrapped in velvet and tied with a bow.

You weren’t stupid.

Lando Norris would be a problem if you let him be.

So, you didn’t. Not entirely. But you never let him go either.

Not yet.

“—Hello.”

Lando’s voice cut through the conversation like the effortless glide of a brush on canvas, his presence slipping in behind you before you even had the chance to react. His arm curled around your waist, pulling you close with the kind of ease that suggested he belonged there. That he always had.

You looked up, startled. You hadn’t expected him to be here. Then again, Lando had a habit of showing up in places you didn’t expect him to be.

The gallery was dimly lit, warm and intimate, each painting strategically placed under soft golden light. But the atmosphere shifted the moment Lando appeared. You felt it in the way the man you had been speaking with suddenly stiffened, his polite smile faltering as his eyes flicked between you and the driver who was now entirely too close, entirely too relaxed.

Lando wasn’t invited tonight. You hadn’t extended an invitation, assuming he’d be flying back to England for post-race debriefs. Yet, here he was, standing beside you like he’d been meant to all along.

Not that he was unwelcome.

“Excuse us,” Lando said smoothly, his posh British accent adding a sharper edge to his words as he pulled you away without waiting for permission. He plucked the flute of champagne from your hand, bringing it to his lips in one effortless motion, downing the expensive bubbles in a single gulp. Then, without a second thought, he wiped his mouth against the sleeve of his suit, glancing around as if daring someone to stop him.

His eyes flicked back to you. “You were letting him touch you.”

You blinked, caught between amusement and exasperation. “He’s a curator,” you defended, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Lando scoffed, scrunching his nose in visible disagreement. He turned toward the nearest painting, pretending to admire it—but you knew better. He wasn’t interested in the brushwork, the composition, or even the story behind it. His gaze lingered lower. He was looking at the price tag.

“He wants to fuck you,” Lando corrected bluntly, his voice low, even, certain.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you turned your attention to the painting instead of him. “So do you.”

“The difference is,” Lando started, squeezing your waist just enough to make you look back at him, “you let me.”

His confidence was unwavering, his gaze sharp as it locked onto yours.

You only smirked, meeting him with the same quiet arrogance.

Lando held your stare for a beat longer before turning back to the artwork. He gestured toward it with a tilt of his chin. “I want this one.”

You raised an eyebrow. He didn’t have the space for it in his apartment, and you both knew it. But the aesthetic matched, and the price was high—high enough that most buyers would hesitate. Not him.

Maybe he bought it to impress you. Maybe he did it just to keep you on your toes, knowing the most expensive pieces were the hardest to sell. Or maybe, just maybe, it was another unspoken way of marking his presence.

Because every time he showed up uninvited, he left with the most expensive painting in the room.

And every time, he won.

Lando is becoming a problem.

And he knows it.

It doesn’t stop him from showing up at your apartment, though—loose-limbed, lazy-eyed, a bag of takeout in one hand and a set of sketches in the other. Your sketches. The ones you’d left at his place after he’d dragged you back to his apartment following a night out clubbing.

You barely have the door open before he’s stepping inside, flashing you that smile. The one that always manages to worm its way past your defenses.

“Hi.” He greets you like he belongs here. Like he always has. “You forgot these.”

It’s an excuse. You both know it. The sketches weren’t important enough for him to make a trip across the city, but that’s never stopped him before. He likes having reasons to see you. He likes pushing the line of what’s invited and what’s not.

You sigh, shutting the door as you watch him toe off his shoes, making himself at home. He sets the takeout down on the counter before wandering into your kitchen, moving through the space with a familiarity that should annoy you. It doesn’t.

You still haven’t said a word by the time he reappears, two plates in hand, already dividing up the food he’s brought. He hands you a plate before sinking onto the couch beside you—so close there’s no space left between your bodies.

You glance at him, amused, but shake your head and start eating anyway. There’s no point in telling him off. He never listens.

Lando makes himself even more comfortable, grabbing the remote and flipping through Netflix like it’s his own account.

“You should teach me how to draw,” he says suddenly, as if the thought had just occurred to him.

You snort. “I should teach you manners.”

Without missing a beat, you reach forward, smudging a bit of dipping sauce onto the tip of his nose with your finger.

Lando blinks, unfazed. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he catches your wrist before you can pull away. His grip is gentle, but firm enough to keep you still. His ridiculous green eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze steady as he leans in—

And licks the sauce off your fingertip.

The room shifts. Your breath catches.

The look he gives you is almost challenging, a silent dare lingering between you.

You don’t back down. Instead, you tilt your head, fingers curling under his jaw as you lean in, closing the distance between you with a kiss.

Lando hums in approval, smiling against your lips.

He might be a problem.

“I really ought to teach you some manners.” You scoff, swatting Lando’s bicep as he stood in front of you.

He only grinned wider, the picture of unbothered charm, holding a tray of coffee in one hand and a bouquet of orange roses in the other. Instead of answering, he lifted the flowers, hiding his face behind them in a poor attempt to suppress his laughter. His shoulders shook slightly, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as if that would stop the amusement from spilling over.

You rolled your eyes, swatting at his bicep again. Unfairly solid, as usual. He made no effort to dodge, letting you land the hit with that same insufferable smile. His stupid mullet, his stupid dimples—yes, he was attractive, but that wasn’t the point. He couldn’t just show up at your studio uninvited. What would your co-workers think? Worse, what if rumors started? People might assume you were the latest addition to the ever-growing list of paddock WAGs. You could not have that.

Lando was a problem.

And the worst part? He knew it.

When your little lecture finally came to an end, he peeked out from behind the roses, offering one of the coffee cups as a peace offering. You narrowed your eyes but took it anyway, muttering under your breath. He knew your order perfectly, down to the extra shot of espresso, the exact amount of sugar. How could you stay mad at him?

“Give me that.” You huffed, snatching the bouquet from his other hand and setting it on your desk.

You’d come to realize, over time, that orange roses weren’t just a nod to his team. They meant desire. Fascination. Enthusiasm.

Desire.

That asshole.

“You could always tell me to leave,” Lando mused, tilting his head, amusement twinkling in his ridiculous green eyes.

“Fuck off,” you muttered. Then, contradicting yourself entirely, you grabbed his bicep and dragged him toward the door. “You want lunch, right? Let’s go.”

Lando laughed but followed without resistance, letting you lead him outside.

Telling him to fuck off while pulling him along was irony at its finest.

Lando couldn’t keep himself off you for even a second.

If it wasn’t one hand on you, it was both. He was always there—holding your waist, resting a palm on the small of your back, wrapping an arm around you from behind. Like a tether, like gravity itself.

Lando had attachment issues.

They used to velcro him to his karting seat, and now he velcroed himself to you.

The event was private, exclusive, the kind of gala that required an invitation—one you actually had, unlike a certain Brit, who had a habit of showing up uninvited. But when Lando told you they’d be auctioning vintage art pieces, he knew your curiosity would win out. He knew you’d say yes.

Still, out of all the art in the room, the only masterpiece Lando was interested in was you. If his constant proximity wasn’t proof enough, the way he was looking at you certainly was—like he wanted to bite you, just for the sake of it.

Which, knowing him, wouldn’t be out of the question.

“This is so pretty,” you whispered, admiring a particular painting on display.

Lando hummed in agreement, though he wasn’t looking at the artwork. The only thing he deemed pretty in that moment was you—draped in the satin dress he’d bought specifically for tonight. Not that you didn’t have suitable dresses of your own. He just wanted to put you in papaya.

His hand slid along the inside of your thigh, fingers curling against your skin through the slit of your dress, giving a firm squeeze before pulling your chair closer to his own.

Attachment issues.

You ended up going home with the painting you’d been eyeing.

Shoes and heels were discarded on the floor as Lando lifted the frame from the wall beside the dinner table, making space for the new piece. He barely had time to step back and admire it before his hands were on you again, arms winding around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Then, just as he’d helped you into the dress earlier that evening—

He took his time taking you out of it.

You don’t understand Lando’s eyes.

They say a person’s eyes are a gateway to their soul, but Lando’s are something else entirely. Not hollow—no, there’s someone home—but dark. Watching you with something heavy, something obsessive, something that clings to his every thought like ivy wrapping around brick.

It isn’t romance. Not in the soft, poetic sense.

It’s devotion. The kind that erodes. The kind that will eat him alive one day.

He sits at the edge of your bed, hunched forward, those dark eyes fixed on you as you sit at your vanity. The P1 Singapore trophy rests in your hands, cold and gleaming under the soft light. You admire it, running your fingers along the engraved lettering, wearing nothing but a satin robe.

“Can I keep it?” The question slips out before you even register it.

“Whatever you want, it’s yours,” Lando answers without hesitation. He’s already moving, crossing the room in a few strides, crouching beside you. His lips find your neck in a soft kiss, breath warm against your skin. “Whatever it is in this world you want, it’s yours.”

You smile, biting your lip as you meet his gaze.

Those dark eyes.

“And if I tell you I want you to leave?” you ask, turning to face him fully.

Lando flinches. It’s small, but it’s there. A microsecond of vulnerability before he straightens, exhaling as he runs a hand through his curls.

“I’ll leave.” His voice is rougher now, giving in too easily as he gathers his clothes off the floor, his movements stiff.

“But I didn’t tell you to leave.” Your voice is softer this time. “I said if.”

He freezes mid-step, groaning as he tilts his head back in frustration.

“Stop toying with me, please,” he mutters, looking at you with a glare that doesn’t hold.

Because it fades the second he sees you again, admiring his trophy, your fingers tracing over the smooth metal with something soft in your expression.

Lando watches you.

And just like that, he’s ruined for you all over again.

You don’t remember inviting Lando.

When you decided to go out drinking and clubbing with your friends, you were pretty sure Lando Norris wasn’t part of the plan. And yet, here he is, holding you against his chest, arms wrapped around you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

He must still have your location on Snapchat or whatever app he secretly stalks you on, because somehow, some way, he found you.

You don’t mind, though. Not when he’s this warm against your back, laughing softly in your ear. You’ve never heard this chuckle from him before—it must be a drunk Lanny thing, this odd, clingy affection. You’re not sure how much either of you had to drink, but the way he lifts your hand, pressing kiss after kiss to the back of it, makes you giggle.

You lean your head back on his shoulder, letting go of his hand, only for Lando to tighten his grip around you, lips trailing down your neck instead.

“Come home with me,” he shouts over the music, voice low and full of something unspoken. “I want to show you something.”

Not that he really gives you a choice.

You barely get a chance to respond before he’s pulling you along, weaving through the sweaty crowd with your wrist in his grasp. But whatever he planned to show you is long forgotten by the time you reach his apartment.

Because the laughs turn into kisses. The kisses turn into moans. And the moans turn into him fucking you against the wall.

Lando is an experience. A little bit of everything you crave, wrapped into one maddeningly intoxicating man—nicely built, painfully loyal, stupidly funny, unfairly good-looking, and completely, devastatingly obsessed with you.

And that look in his eyes? That dark, hungry look as he sheds his clothes and practically rips your dress down its zipper? That’s what ruins you.

He traps you against the wall, body pressed against yours, heat radiating off him in waves. Fabric tears as he forces it off your body, and then he’s lifting you up by your thighs, a smile curling at his lips as his nose brushes yours.

You smile back, cupping his face as you kiss him sweetly, a stark contrast to the way he’s about to ruin you.

Clumsily, he adjusts you above him, and you feel the stretch as he sinks into you—slow, torturous, unbearable.

A whimper slips from your lips as he presses harder against you, bracing you against the wall before he starts to move. Your arms slip from his neck to his back, nails digging in, marking him up like you own him.

You don’t see his face when you lean your head onto his shoulder, watching where your bodies join, but if you did—you’d see that dark, crazed look in his eyes. The kind that swallows him whole as he nibbles and sucks on your skin like a man starved.

Like he’s never wanted anything more in his life.

Because he doesn’t want you anywhere else. Not against the wall. Not out there with your friends. Just here. In his arms. Moaning his name like it’s the only word you know.

And it takes a few rounds—because Lando is nothing if not thorough—before you remember the reason you came to his apartment in the first place.

You lay naked on the couch, catching your breath, staring at a painting on his wall. You recognize it. One from your gallery.

Before you can ask, Lando reappears, setting a white box in front of you.

You lift a brow. He just gestures for you to open it.

So you do.

And you scream.

Lando flinches, but his grin only widens as you pull out the dress, hugging it to your chest like it’s a lifeline.

You’re up in an instant, jumping up and down, running back and forth, nearly tripping over yourself in excitement. Lando just watches, lounging back on the couch, cheek propped up on his fist, drinking in your every move.

“Are you going to keep screaming, or are you going to put it on?” he teases.

You squeal again, fumbling to pull it on.

It’s a wedding dress.

Not just any wedding dress—the last one your favorite designer ever made before they passed, intricately sewn with pearls and jewels, a masterpiece in fabric form. You weren’t planning to get married anytime soon, but the dress was too beautiful not to admire. You’d sketched it, opened it on your phone more times than you could count—Lando must’ve noticed.

His eyes soften as he helps you into it, watching as you jump in place, giggling.

“Well?” He makes a motion with his finger. “Give me a spin.”

You do.

And he sighs, shaking his head like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Without thinking, you launch yourself into his arms.

Lando doesn’t catch you. Not fully.

He stumbles back, landing flat on the carpet with you on top of him.

You don’t care. You pepper his face with kisses, grinning wildly, dress fanning around you like a dream.

Forgetting, for just a moment, that you aren’t even dating him.

Lando sat in the McLaren unit, chewing on his lunch with little appetite. It was the season finale in Abu Dhabi, and his thoughts were more occupied by you than the race ahead. His fingers hovered over his phone, but there was nothing but silence on your end. No responses. No acknowledgment of the flowers he’d sent, no replies to his texts. His mind ran wild, wondering if you’d received them or—worse—if you were upset with him. How was he supposed to know?

His gaze flicked back to the screen, but the numbers and stats blurred as his mind returned to you. The silence was unbearable.

That’s when the movement caught his eye. He glanced up, instinctively furrowing his brows at the sight of his trainer’s mischievous smile. Something was off, but before he could ask, a pair of hands were suddenly covering his eyes from behind.

He recognized those giggles immediately—soft, melodic, like a song only he knew. A grin tugged at his lips as he pulled the hands away, not caring for the surprise but savoring the moment. And there you were, standing in front of him, eyes sparkling with amusement as you giggled down at him.

Lando’s mouth went slack. His heart hammered. It was like a dream—or maybe he was dreaming. No, this was real. You were here.

He jumped to his feet so quickly that his chair screeched across the floor. The words to speak vanished in his throat, his brain struggling to process your sudden appearance. His mouth worked silently, like he didn’t quite believe it himself.

“I was gonna ask you to guess who, but I guess you knew,” you teased, stepping into his chest with a mischievous grin. You kissed his cheek softly, and his pulse quickened.

Lando blinked, still in disbelief. Usually, it was him chasing you around, showing up uninvited to see you. But now, here you were—chasing him. It was doing something to his heart, something he couldn’t put into words.

Before he could stop himself, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, holding you tight as if he was afraid you might disappear the moment he let go. His face buried in your neck, his breath shaky, his voice coming out almost a whisper, “What are you doing here?”

You leaned back slightly, eyes twinkling as you looked up at him. "I’ve come to watch you win," you said, your voice a soft promise, your smile radiant and warm.

Lando’s smile softened, his chest swelling with pride as he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. But before he could say anything else, you pulled back, your words dancing against his lips like a melody.

“My boyfriend’s going to win this race," you said proudly, "and we’re going to go home with a trophy.”

At that, Lando’s heart skipped a beat. A proud, excited “fuck yes” slipped from his lips as he squeezed you tighter in his arms, kissing your temple like it was the only place he wanted to be. The weight of your words—the truth of them—settled deep inside him.

What’s one more problem anyway?

Lando was your problem now.

[loveln4]

Just thought I’d give my personal opinion I don’t really like oc fics, but write what you want to ofc. Just a small scenario idea would be maybe for valentines or a special day sending Lando flowers and his reaction. Hope your day is good I am pretty happy about the race results :)

thank you for this feedback!!

also super happy about the race results and sooooo happy for oscar!!

as you requested:

LANDO NORRIS x VALENTINES

synopsis: lando receiving flowers for valentine’s day from a ‘secret’ admirer.

Lando and y/n’s relationship was labeled ‘just friends’ by not only himself but his fans.

That wasn’t what their relationship started out as. They had started seeing each other after meeting on a lonely night out in Paris, but this slowly ended with a “let’s just be friends” from Lando one night after a date.

He had stopped in front of her house, turned to her and said, “I think we’d be really good friends.” It broke y/n’s heart just a little. But knowing what the media had said about Lando’s past relationship it was better for her. Better for them.

On the 14th day of February, Lando’s breakfast was interrupted by a knock at the door. Groaning, he gets up from his stool in his monochrome kitchen.

A bouquet of flowers rests upon his porch. It’s colorful, something he wouldn’t place in his own house. He picks it up with care and brings it inside, placing it upon his kitchen counter.

A note is etched in the middle of the bouquet. The most beautiful handwriting is left upon a gold embroidered piece of paper.

“Hi, happy valentines. Just thought you needed a little bit of colour in your home.

love, secret admirer.”

He knew who it was from just with a glance at the writing. Millions of thoughts were running through his mind. He knew y/n liked him, but that much to send flowers for valentines?

Guilt coursed through him, once again interrupted by another knock at the door. He was stuck in such a trance that five knocks later he had finally made his way to the door and opened it, revealing his valentine.

“Happy valentines, Lando.” Y/n said to him. It wasn’t with her usual happiness, it was more of a tone for being careful. Like tiptoeing around an uncomfortable subject.

“Thanks for the flowers.” He calmly said, forcing a smile on his face.

“Lan—

“I love you.”

Y/n sighed. Her tensed up muscles relaxed and Lando’s face shifted from a soft expression to a large grin.

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered, “From the moment i saw you in that park in Paris, i knew i loved you and I’m sorry i pushed you away, I’m sorry didn’t let you in sooner, I’m sorry—

Y/n had pushed him into the house, her lips on his. The slam of the door breaking the kiss. Eyes latched onto each others, breaths mixing.

“Happy valentines.” She whispered into the kiss.

A/N: please leave requests for any fics!

[norrissm]

⌗ crawl home to her

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lando would scoff at fate and destiny. always gotten what he wanted.

blind enough to see, his prayers answered in front of him

since the karting days from 7, lando had seen you by his side. a small body by the sidelines cheering his name with a toothache inducing sweetness

you’d seen every version of him—the reckless kid who crashed his first kart, the teenager with too many doubts, the man who wears confidence like armour

never wavered in your belief in him

his world was stark against yours.

speed, wagering with death, flashes of lights, luxury and risk

you never asked him to slow down, be cautious

“come back home to me” was all you’d whisper under sheets as lando nodded in a drowsy whim.

he couldn’t bear a world without you

he never understood why, never questioned what pulled him home—to you, always to you—past the feisty women, the flashing cameras, the noise of the world.

there was no one sweeter than you

he had the sweetest of the lot

if he could, he’d die a happy man in your arms.

why? why’d he feel this way?

maybe love was stitched in the quiet spaces, in the unspoken actions, woven with a thread of red—strong, sturdy, unbreakable.

maybe, love, was him finding you slumped against the foot of his bed, a hand extending to his, in the hospital after a crash

maybe love was the way you defended him when the world turned cruel, standing in front of him like a shield—just you and lando, against everything.

maybe love was the unwavering faith you had in lando. in your eyes, he was the best and you said it like you meant it.

oh. oh, this is it. this is what love feels like.

a love like this shouldn’t be hidden.

he’d happily be a madman running through the streets confessing his love for you. chanting your name in a prayer, thanking the stars above, deeming him worthy of your love.

and when the soft glow of a lamp bathed you in golden light one evening, he swore he saw Aphrodite in your form—swore he had already found a home.

a confession only for your ears, too intimate to be stolen by anyone else

lando took in the moment, you were the only one he needed

your lips uttering the words which thawed lando’s stuttering heart and at that moment lando felt the synergy of your love.

with you, he could do anything

he was lucky indeed

lando believed in fate and destiny. gotten what he wanted.

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[kathlare]

ghosts in the rearview

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: A message from Amelie's past complicates things when Rodrigo, an ex, reaches out. Meanwhile, Lando, who is far away in Australia, struggles with his own insecurities about Rodrigo's presence in Amelie's life, but his friends help him regain his confidence in their relationship.

Wordcount: 2.2 k

Warnings: none

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March 13th, 2025 - Manchester, United Kingdom

The adrenaline was still coursing through Amelie's veins as she stepped off the stage, her body humming with the aftershocks of another sold-out show. Manchester had been loud, electric—exactly the kind of crowd that made every exhausting moment on tour worth it. But as she waved goodbye and jogged backstage, her heart felt the slightest bit heavier. Lando wasn't here.

She had gotten used to seeing his stupid, grinning face waiting for her after shows, arms already open, ready to pull her into a sweaty hug despite her protests.

Now, he was on the other side of the world.

With a sigh, Amelie wiped the sweat from her forehead, nodding at the crew as they congratulated her. Elysia was already waiting for her in the dressing room, lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

—You killed it out there— Elysia grinned, sitting up as Amelie plopped down beside her.

—Thanks— Amelie exhaled, grabbing a water bottle. —But I need a fucking shower before I can even think straight.—

Elysia smirked. —You mean before you start missing your boyfriend even more?—

—Shut up.—

Elysia laughed but didn’t push it. Amelie stood up, stripping off her stage clothes as she made her way to the bathroom. The hot water was a blessing, washing away the sweat and exhaustion. Yet, even as she closed her eyes, she could almost hear Lando’s teasing voice, feel his arms sneaking around her waist.

It had only been a few days since they last saw each other, but it already felt like forever.

After her shower, she changed into something comfortable—sweatpants and one of Lando’s hoodies that still faintly smelled like him. She tried not to think about it too much.

By the time she joined the team for dinner, the catering crew had already set up in one of the backstage lounges. The long tables were filled with plates of food, laughter echoing through the room. Amelie grabbed a plate and sat beside Elysia, who was deep in conversation with one of the crew members.

—Did you even eat today?— Elysia asked, eyeing Amelie’s plate.

Amelie rolled her eyes. —Yes, mother.—

Elysia raised a brow but didn’t argue. She knew Amelie well enough to understand that pushing too much wouldn’t help.

Just as Amelie took a bite of her pasta, her phone vibrated against the table. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly who she wanted it to be.

Lando.

With an excited little grin, she grabbed her phone, unlocking it quickly.

But the moment she saw the name on the screen, her stomach twisted into knots.

Rodrigo Riquelme.

Fuck.

Amelie blinked, her fingers tightening around her phone as if she had misread the name. But no, it was there, clear as day, staring back at her like a ghost from her past.

She hesitated, glancing at Elysia, who was too distracted by her conversation to notice the sudden tension in Amelie's posture. Her breath caught in her throat as she swiped to open the message, dread curling in her stomach.

Rodrigo Riquelme: Hey, Ames. Long time no talk. Hope you're doing well. Any chance I could get some tickets for your Brussels show? Would love to see you perform again.

Amelie stared at the words, her pulse quickening. Her immediate instinct was to lock her phone, pretend she never saw it, and move on. She knew, knew this was a bad idea.

Lando would hate this.

Not because he was the jealous type—well, not usually—but because he knew Rodrigo. Knew the history, knew the way Amelie had once felt about him, knew how messy it had all been when they ended things. And even though there was nothing left between them, even though Rodrigo was firmly in her past, she also knew Lando wouldn’t like this.

Still, Rodrigo had been good to her once. He was a great person. And they had left things on decent terms. What’s the harm? she reasoned. It was just a ticket. He wasn’t asking to rekindle anything.

Before she could talk herself out of it, her fingers moved on their own.

Amelie Dayman: Hey! Wow, didn’t expect to hear from you. Of course, I can set some tickets aside for you. Just let me know how many you need.

The moment she hit send, a flicker of guilt settled in her chest.

She didn’t tell anyone.

Because deep down, something in her knew this wasn’t just a harmless favor.

She stared at the screen for a moment longer, watching the little "Delivered" status beneath her message like it was a ticking time bomb.

Lando would be pissed.

And she knew she should’ve at least mentioned it to Elysia, to someone, but the second she looked up and saw her sister still mid-conversation, she decided against it. There was no need to make this into something it wasn’t. Rodrigo was just a friend. Nothing was going to happen.

So why did she feel like she was already making a mistake?

—You good?— Elysia’s voice cut through her thoughts, and Amelie forced herself to nod.

—Yeah, just… tired.— She locked her phone and shoved it face down on the table, picking at her food even though her appetite had suddenly vanished.

Elysia narrowed her eyes, suspicious but not enough to push.

—You should call Lando after this,— she suggested. —I know you miss him.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. She did miss him. Too much.

—Yeah, maybe I will.—

But as she forced another bite of pasta into her mouth, she couldn’t help but think about how she definitely wasn’t going to tell him about Rodrigo.

Later that night, after everyone had gone back to their hotel rooms and Amelie was curled up in bed, she finally gave in and FaceTimed Lando.

It was morning in Australia, and he answered almost immediately, looking annoyingly fresh-faced despite the early hour.

—Morning, pretty girl.— Lando’s voice was warm, slightly groggy, his hair a complete mess as he rubbed a hand over his face.

Amelie smiled, her heart instantly feeling lighter just at the sight of him. —Morning for you, night for me.— She tucked the blankets closer around her, propping her phone up on a pillow. —How’d you sleep?—

—Meh, could’ve been better.— Lando yawned, stretching. —Missed my cuddle buddy.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed. —You’re such a sap.—

—Oh, did you now?— Amelie teased, arching a brow.

—Mhm,— Lando hummed, giving her a lopsided grin. —I sleep like shit without you. You’re basically my emotional support heater.—

Amelie let out a laugh, shaking her head. —I knew you only kept me around for my body heat.—

—Obviously,— Lando said with a wink, making her roll her eyes.

It was easy, effortless, this kind of teasing. They had always been like this, even before they started dating. But there was a certain softness to the way he spoke now, a weight in the way he looked at her through the screen that made her chest ache.

She missed him.

—How was the show?— he asked, shifting so he was lying back against what she assumed was his hotel bed. —I saw some clips online. Crowd looked insane.—

—It was amazing,— Amelie admitted, her lips curling into a small smile. —Manchester always goes crazy. But… it wasn’t the same without you.—

Lando’s expression softened. —Yeah? You miss me that much?—

—No, I miss my post-show snacks. You always bring me food.—

Lando snorted. —You’re an idiot.—

—Takes one to know one.—

He laughed, shaking his head. —I’ll be at the next one when I can. Promise.—

She nodded, but the familiar ache of missing him didn’t fade.

There was a brief pause before Lando sighed, running a hand through his curls. —I’m kinda nervous about this weekend,— he admitted.

Amelie blinked, surprised. Lando didn’t usually get nervous before races.

—Why? You’re gonna be great,— she reassured him.

—Yeah, but it’s the first race of the season. I just… I want to start strong, you know? The car feels good, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself.—

Amelie bit her lip, watching him closely. He looked tired, a little stressed, and it made her stomach twist.

She had been about to tell him about Rodrigo. She really had. But now, seeing the way he was already overthinking the race, she couldn’t bring herself to add anything else to his plate.

—You’re gonna kill it, Lan. You always do.—

Lando exhaled slowly, giving her a small, appreciative smile. —Hope so.—

—No hoping. Just knowing.—

His grin widened, and for a moment, it was just them, wrapped up in their own little world despite the thousands of miles between them.

—God, I really fucking miss you,— he muttered after a beat.

Amelie’s heart squeezed.

—I miss you too.—

She should tell him. She knew she should. But she didn’t.

Instead, she let the conversation drift to lighter things, laughing with him until exhaustion started to pull at her eyelids.

—Go to sleep, Ames,— Lando murmured, voice softer now. —I’ll text you when I wake up.—

—You better.—

—Always.—

She hesitated for just a second before whispering, —I love you.—

Lando’s eyes softened, his smile turning impossibly tender.

—I love you too, pretty girl.—

And just like that, the call ended, leaving Amelie staring at the dark screen, her stomach twisted in knots.

She tried to ignore the guilt settling in her chest.

Rodrigo was just a friend.

There was no reason to tell Lando.

Right?

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ameliedayman: Birmingham, Glasgow, Manchester I’m startin to get the hang of this !!

I love you too much See you soon Paris 💋

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lando: So proud of you. But lowkey when you coming back so I can steal you away for a bit? 🥵 → ameliedayman: @lando you know I’m coming to see you after Sweden, relax 😏💋

f1_lover_21: Damn, Birmingham, Glasgow, Manchester... I think Amelie just made the UK her new home 🥴

f1_amateur: The fact that she’s getting the hang of it and still looking this flawless? We love to see it 😍 → itsnotlauragrace: @f1_amateur No one does it like her 💯

maxfan2024: Amelie is out here living her best life while we all sit at home. No fair. → f1lover22: @maxfan2024 Lando probs sitting at home like “I miss her.” 👀

f1fan69: So... where’s Lando?? We need our usual dose of cuteness pls. → racing_bae24: @f1fan69 Lando’s in Australia 💀 we’re left with just Amelie slaying the world tour by herself. Guess we gotta deal with this till the reunion 🫠

lando: I’m legit counting down the days till I can see you again. You’re killing it, as usual 🥵💖 → ameliedayman: @lando 😏💋

alexwolffofficial: Damn, you’re out here doing it!! Paris is gonna be legendary! 🔥 → ameliedayman: @alexwolffofficial You know ittttt 💅✨

minniemills: My girl is killing it, but pls remember to take a break and breathe 🫶 → ameliedayman: @minniemills Nah, Minnie. No breaks here, just vibes and the next city ✌️💥

rodrigoriquelme: 👏 → lando: @rodrigoriquelme no.

f1fanatic96: Take us back to winter break when we used to get Lando AND Amelie 24/7 🥺 I miss them!! 💔 → crushonlano: @f1fanfic96 SAME. They were so attached at the hip, I’m having withdrawal symptoms😭

chloegrace24: Did Rodrigo just clap? 👏 That’s so random, what does he want?? 🧐 → f1fangirl_27: @chloegrace24 The clap emoji is so confusing, like is he congratulating her or being shady? 👀

landelie_shippers: Lando defending what’s his!! 😤👏 Rodrigo can take several seats

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The Ralph Lauren event was exactly the kind of thing Lando didn’t normally care for—glitzy, full of models, influencers, and way too much press. But the brand was a sponsor, and his new perfume campaign was the highlight of the night, so here he was, dressed in a sharp black suit, surrounded by Melbourne’s elite, pretending he wasn’t itching to leave.

At least he had Keegan with him.

—Oi, smile, mate— Keegan Palmer elbowed Lando as they stepped into the photo booth set up in the corner of the event. It was meant to be a fun, interactive space for guests to take pictures with the fragrance, and it was one of the only places in the venue where Lando could escape the constant schmoozing.

Lando held up the sleek black bottle of his perfume, pretending to spritz it dramatically as Keegan smirked beside him.

—Oh, wow, it smells like…— Keegan paused, pretending to think, then snickered —Like expensive British boy who surfs once and never shuts up about it.—

Lando rolled his eyes, shoving him lightly. —Shut the fuck up. It smells great. Amelie loves it.—

Keegan raised an eyebrow. —Oh yeah? She tell you that before or after she lied to your face to make you feel good?—

Lando huffed, pretending to be offended as the camera in the booth snapped a few photos. —No, you little shit, she actually loves it. She says it reminds her of me.—

Keegan gagged. —You guys are so fucking gross, I swear. Can’t have my parents being this in love, it’s disturbing.—

Lando chuckled at the ‘parents’ comment—it was an ongoing joke that Keegan was their chaotic, adopted son. Amelie loved to say he was the only reason she tolerated Lando’s bad influence.

They switched poses, Keegan now dramatically sniffing the bottle while Lando gave his best ‘serious model face’ to the camera.

Keegan burst into laughter at Lando’s attempt at a smoldering look.

—Mate, what the fuck is that face?— he cackled, doubling over as the booth snapped another picture. —You look like you’re trying to seduce a plate of fish and chips.—

Lando shoved him again. —Fuck off. I’m literally the face of this campaign.—

Keegan wiped away a fake tear. —Yeah, and I’m sure all the middle-aged mums are losing their minds over it.—

Lando scoffed, shoving the perfume bottle into Keegan’s hands. —Go on then, model boy. Let’s see you do better.—

Keegan immediately struck an exaggerated pose, tilting his chin up like he was in a high-fashion editorial, bottle delicately balanced in one hand. He squinted dramatically at the camera.

—This… is the scent of an unloved son— he said in a deep, fake-serious voice.

Lando burst into laughter, shaking his head. —You’re a fucking idiot.—

Keegan grinned, but his expression softened as he noticed Lando shaking his head again, jaw tight, something clearly on his mind.

—Alright, spill— Keegan said, nudging him. —You’ve been weirdly pissy all day. What’s up?—

Lando let out a sigh, rolling his shoulders before leaning against the side of the booth. He pulled out his phone, tapping the screen a few times before holding it out to Keegan.

—Rodrigo commented on Amelie’s.—

Keegan squinted at the screen before bursting out laughing. —He just put a fucking clap emoji? That’s what’s got you all worked up?—

Lando groaned, pulling his phone back and shoving it into his pocket. —No, it’s not just that, it’s the fact that he keeps showing up. Why? What does he even want? Like, fuck off, mate, you had your chance, she’s mine now.—

Keegan snorted. —Bro, you even replied. You really hit him with the ‘no’ like a pissed-off dad talking to his daughter’s shit boyfriend.—

Lando ran a hand through his curls, exhaling sharply. —I just don’t like him trying to weasel his way back into her life.—

Keegan hummed, clearly amused but also reading the genuine frustration in Lando’s face.

—Lan… you know you and Amelie are like… stupidly obsessed with each other, right? Like, it’s disgusting how in love you two are. She’s not thinking about him. She’s probably too busy wearing your hoodie and staring at photos of you like some lovesick teenager.—

Lando let out a small laugh despite himself. —She does steal all my hoodies.—

Keegan nodded, grinning. —See? You’re fine. Rodrigo’s just out here embarrassing himself. He’s like a ghost from a shit horror movie, keeps popping up when nobody wants him, but he’s not actually scary.—

Lando exhaled, finally letting some of the tension leave his body. —You’re right. It’s just… I love her. A lot. And I don’t want anyone fucking with that.—

Keegan clapped a hand on Lando’s shoulder. —Then trust her, mate. She’s all in. Just like you are.—

Lando nodded, a small smirk forming. —Yeah. She is.—

Keegan grinned. —Good. Now can we take a normal fucking photo before they kick us out of this booth?—

Lando laughed, grabbing the perfume bottle again. —Fine. But I’m sending the best one to Amelie and telling her you made fun of me.—

Keegan groaned. —I can’t have my parents divorce, man, be careful.—

Lando chuckled, shaking his head as the camera flashed again.

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Racing Psychology - Part Four

Summary: Josie has to face worries and her deepest fears while finding out more about her real feelings for Lando.

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Warnings: brief kissing, swearing, not proof read

After the heated kiss, I took my time to touch every part of his face. I gently stroked along his jawline, rubbed over his cheek and reached the outline of his mouth that was covered in the prettiest smile I have ever seen in my life. “You’re so beautiful.” I whispered under my breath, not letting go of him yet. 

His firm grip on my hips occasionally sent a shiver over my entire body by how good his touch felt. “Dito.” he smiled and one of his hands moved up to stroke a loose strand of hair out of my face back behind my ear. His warm hands on my cold skin caused me to relax into his hand now covering my cheek. 

“Are you cold?” He asked, his eyes wandering over my entire body, as if he wanted to make sure I was okay. Slowly, the sun disappeared and left behind a fresh, cold air at night that I was not prepared for when I decided to wear a T-Shirt .

“A little.” I answered, still a bit breathless from arguably the best kiss of my life so far, hoping to be finding out what other bests there were to explore with Lando. 

Lando let go of me and I already missed his comforting touch on my body, but I didn’t complain when I saw that he took off his papaya-colored hoodie with the team name and his driver number on it and handed it over to me. 

“Here, I don’t want you to freeze to death. That would be quite bad, looking at the fact that I would actually like to get to know this talented woman in front of me.” 

I felt blood rushing into my cheeks at his charming words and quickly hid my face while sliding the hoodie over my head. The warm, soft fabric felt like heaven on my freezing arms and hands and I rubbed over my arms, starting to warm up a little. 

“Thanks.” I told him and gave him a grin. I still tried to comprehend his compliment and did not know what to say to that. Did I want to get to know him? Hell yeah. Did I find him attractive? Is that even a question? Was I worried about the fact that I was not some sort of super model? Yes. 

But I had no idea if I could tell Lando about that or if it was a little too soon to have such a conversation when you actually just met two days ago. I felt like I was trapped in a large canyon and one side only had a crappy ladder to climb up on whilst on the other side there were creepy animals waiting to have a feast. 

But then I heard Nico’s voice in the back of my head that sometimes you just need to have fun in life, so that was what I would be doing. Having fun with Lando. I could figure my way out of the canyon later. 

I leaned forward and Lando’s lips covered mine again and suddenly I did not care about the canyon anymore, his hands on my skin were the only thing that mattered to me at that very moment. It felt like the greatest forever.

“What do you mean you dropped out of school?” 

After I don’t know how long of sitting on my car, we decided to leave the track and I offered to take him home this time. His discomfort of sitting in the passenger seat and not having control over the car did not go unnoticed to me, but so far, he did not say anything about my ability to drive a car. He had already told me the address of his hotel that he and the other drivers on the grid were staying at and it surprised me that it actually was not that far away from my own flat. 

We started to chat a bit about his racing and how he first got into it and I stumbled across the fact that he did not even finish school. “You never graduated high school?” I added. 

He looked at me with an amused look on his face. “Love, first of all: I’m British, we don’t have your crappy high schools, we are better than you, alright?” It was easy for me to ignore the teasing in his words because I was too busy trying to cope with him calling me love. I was pretty sure my heart just exploded right then and there. “And second: Yes, I dropped out of Secondary School.” The cheeky grin on his face was the reaction to my face full of shock. 

“But you can drive a car at 300kmh?” I say with a judgemental tone in my voice. 

For a short second looking over to him, I see him shrugging. “I guess. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here, right?” 

“By the way, did you pass your driving test on the first try?” I asked because he previously told me that he had already started driving first in karting and then in formula from an early age where he of course was not legally allowed to drive on the streets.

Lando let out a laugh before shaking his head. “I failed my theory.” He revealed and I chuckled. “Should’ve better finished school then.” 

We reached his hotel and I parked on the pavement. When the car stopped, he turned his head over to me and our eyes met for what it felt like the hundredth of time today, but it still felt as magical as it did the first time. “I want to see you again.” He said under his breath with a vulnerable look on his face that let my heart ache a little, knowing that there might be no real future for us. 

“Me too.” 

“I am here for another day, then I have to leave to Spa.” The hurt look on his face felt like a bucket of ice water spilled right over my head. 

“Let’s meet tomorrow then, shall we?” I asked, trying to lift the mood. He nodded and the tired smile on his lips made my stomach twirl in anticipation. “Call me?” I asked and in return only received another nod from him. 

Lando opened the door and stepped out of the car, but then I remembered his hoodie that I was still wearing. “Lando, wait.” He looked at me again, confused and at the same time interested in what I had to say. “Your pullover.” I pull at the soft fabric and look down on the Mclaren logo. He shook his head. “You keep it. I like it better on you.” Not even waiting for my protest, he closed the door of the car and waved at me through the window before turning around and walking up to the entry of the hotel. I watched him leave and even after that, I still stood on the pavement with my car, unsure what to do with my night now that he was no longer there to make it exciting. 

The defeated look on his face when he said he wanted to see me again was probably the moment he realised that there simply was no chance for this type of love that we undeniably shared. We lived in two different worlds that could not be combined if I did not want to give up my dream of becoming a psychologist. 

Would meeting him again tomorrow make this pain worse that I was feeling already? I freshly came out of a break up, the last thing I wanted was to get my heart broken again. 

So I promised myself, when I meet him tomorrow, I would tell him what I want from this situation that obviously meant something to us both. 

Maybe there was a way to get to know him after all. 

When I was finally back at my apartment, I had completely lost track of time. I sat on the sofa, some series playing on the TV that had not been interesting to me from the first second, but I couldn’t just sit around staring at a wall while overthinking everything about my possible relationship to Lando and what I would do next, now that I knew he wanted to see me again. Instead, the voices of the actors played in the background like the orchestra on the Titanic while the ship sank.  

That was, when my phone lying next to me rang and my eyes widened at the loud ringing tone. 

I looked down at it and saw that it was Nico calling me. Why was she even up at midnight? I answered the phone and greeted my best friend. “Hey, you should sleep, Nico.” 

“Could say the same about you though.” She laughed through the speaker. “So, how was it? Are you Ms. Norris now?” The excitement in her voice immediately took me back to the moment when our lips met for the first time and sparked this fire in me that could not be tamed. I blushed at the memory of his hands on my skin and the feeling of his soft curls. 

“You kissed!” Nico screamed out and I looked at her with an embarrassed look on my face. 

“Seriously, Nico. Don’t pull out the psychology thing now.” I said, shyly looking down on my legs. 

“You need to tell me EVERYTHING. Like– fucking everything.” I hear her voice. 

I let out a loud sigh. It would most likely feel good to talk about what happened, but at the same time, I was scared to hear the raw truth that we are a losing-game. 

“Josie. Come on. Don’t let me come over there and pressure you into speaking. Spill. The. Tea.” The impatient tone in her voice made me laugh. 

“Okay, okay. Where should I start?” 

I told Nico everything. From getting up in the morning, deciding which outfit I should wear, arriving at the course and going to the VIP lounge. I described my unfortunate talk with Oscar in detail and then went on and on about how hot Lando looked during the entirety of the day. Until I then got to the most exciting part of the day. 

“At the end, I met him outside and we sat down on my car.” 

“ON your car?” Nico let out. “How hot is that please??” 

I chuckled before continuing with my talk. “We talked a lot about my studies and stuff like that and then suddenly, he kissed me.” 

I could hear Nicos gasp so loud that I didn’t want to know how loud it must’ve been in her room. “So you're telling me, the hottest Formula 1 driver out the entire grid kissed you?” 

“Why put so much punctuation on the you? Do you think I am not good enough for him?” I joked, but at the same time there was truth in my sarcastic words because I indeed did struggle to believe that I was the right one for him. 

“No, not like that. But he kissed you, not the other way around. Girl, you’re hookeddd.” 

I looked at my best friend with an unsure look on my face. “He wants to meet again tomorrow.” I told her, wanting advice on what I should do now. 

“Where?” 

“I don’t know, we wanted to talk again to agree on something.” 

“Call him right now.” She simply said and I was too stunned to speak at that insane idea. That was ridiculous! 

“No way.” I looked at the little time display in the top left corner of my phone. It was 0:10 am. Nothing would get me to call him and potentially wake him up for a second time. That man needed his sleep, and to be honest I needed too. The odds of finding sleep tonight when I would be calling my crush in the middle of the night were the smallest they’ve ever been. 

“Come on, Josie. Put in a bit of effort! You can send him a text message first and ask if he’s still up if you are worried about waking him.” Then she added in a whispering tone: “And think about it, there’s nothing hotter than late night talks.” 

I wanted to scream no and bring on one of the thousands of arguments that were in my mind just a second ago, but suddenly, I could not grasp one single counter-argument for this conversation. 

Nico won. Again. 

I let out a defeated sigh. “Okay… I’ll do it. But if he’s not responding to the text, I will not call him.” “Alright, do what you have to do, sweetie.” Nico said, but I heard in her voice that she was sitting in her apartment, smiling to herself because she just won another argument against me, just like she always does. 

I opened our chat and typed a simple message: “Hey, it’s me. U still up?” And before I could overthink it, I simply sent it. 

“Message sent.” I updated Nico and heard her clapping for me. 

“Good job, baby steps are the best steps.” She encouraged me as if I was a toddler on the phone with her supportive aunt. 

“Thanks, mom.” I sarcastically said, making her laugh. 

To be honest, Nico probably saved me from an approaching mental breakdown with her call and now her presence. Annoyed by the voices on my TV, I pressed the off-button on the remote and the screen went black, what a relief for my ears. 

“Nico, quick question about last lecture–” I wanted to change the topic to something a little more productive and relevant, but Lando’s response coming up as a notification on my screen interrupted it. Instead, I screamed out loud. 

“Josie?” There was serious panic in Nico’s voice. “Are you–” “I’m fine.” I quickly assured her because her worry made me feel absolutely horrible. “Lando answered.” I just said, too overwhelmed by what I should do now, and now it was her turn to let out a short scream, before she went back to the sassy, bossy girl that she just was and that I adored most about her. 

“Told ya. Better call him right now. What did he say though?” 

I opened the message and my heart rate rose as I read the few words that he typed in and sent them to me. 100 points go to Josie because she understood the concept of chatting. 

“Miss me already, love?” I read out to Nico and couldn’t help it, but read the words in his voice and immediately thought about how good the word “love” would sound with his British accent. 

“The sass??” She let out. “He’s a keeper, Jo. I’m telling you, if you don’t take him, I will.” 

“Too bad, because I am not letting him go after that.” I light-headedly responded and only realised what I had just decided the second the words left my mouth. “I want him.” I repeated, as if I had to say it one more time, so the words would really reach my brain.

“Of course you do!” Nico responded like it had been the most obvious thing ever. “But– I just broke up with Lukas.” I started to overthink. 

“Honey, I am sorry to break it to you, but you and Lukas lost your spark months ago, not just 3 days ago. You and him, that became sort of a habit, don’t you think?” I was speechless. Speechless because the thought had never crossed my mind before I called it off last Friday, but there was so much truth in them that it actually hurt like a fire was burning in my chest. 

“You’re right.” My voice got quiet, vulnerable. Understanding the words was a lot easier than embracing them and realising that I had spent too much of my time with a guy that was not worthy of my presence. 

“Of course I am, I always am.” This time, all the sarcasm had left Nico’s voice and instead was filled with something that I did not get very often. Sympathy. 

Next, Nico cleared her throat and said: “Now, do me a favor. Call Lando, have a good chat with him and don’t be afraid to speak about the deep stuff, alright?” 

I wanted to say something, but Nico was faster. “Don’t be so pessimistic, I dare you. I can feel the negative energy without even being in the same room with you. If you really want this, there is a way to build a relationship, even if you barely know each other.” 

With that, we said good night and hung up and I followed her orders and called Lando immediately. 

[landoughnut]

Pit Stop Staring

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♡ pairing - lando norris x mechanic!fem!reader

♡ summary - lando notices you during a pit stop, gets distracted and stares at you, and embarrasses himself on the radio being aired as he gushes over you, but with a little push from Zak, he makes his move on you!

♡ warnings - fluff, BLUSHY and nervous lando, love at first sight, a pinch of jealousy, Zak's a wing man, lando being cute and STUTTERINGGG hehehe

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.86k | #ilovetommy

Today was your first day working as a mechanic during an actual race, and you couldn't be more excited. You'd just finished your months of training and you felt pretty confident in yourself, so you weren't too nervous.

The McLaren team was more than welcoming when you first started, although some were a little apprehensive to have a girl working with the heavy tires, you proved them completely wrong and quickly gained their admiration, making friends with some as well.

As for the two papaya drivers, you had only briefly met Oscar about a month ago while leaving a meeting. He told you he was happy to be working with you soon, and he thought you will do amazing. You spoke shortly before he was being called off by someone, but he said goodbye and wished you best of luck.

The other driver, Lando, you had unfortunately not met yet. You heard quite a lot about him, and people said he was kind with a great sense of humor, so you crossed your fingers and wished you were able to catch him and introduce yourself. You also had seen some edits of him on your feed, not that you would tell anyone that, but you couldn't deny that he was quite a looker.

Back to today, though, you were waiting to see the bright papaya cars pull into the pit stop for their tire exchanges. After some laps, the first one to pull up was Oscar, and you and the others quickly got to work with a successful change in just about 2 seconds.

You beamed as he drove away and got a high five from your mechanic friend, Tommy, and he grinned at you, "That was great! And your first time too! You'll be putting me out of my job soon," he laughs.

You shake your head and poke his side, walking back to the garage, "Don't be silly! I did learn from the best," you say and give him a dramatic wink.

"Ha. Ha. You flatter me," he pats your head. You just push his arm away and turn your head to look at the race stats.

Oscar is in a good fourth place currently, and Lando in second, four seconds behind Max. You watch the race for about three more minutes before you hear that Lando was told to box next lap, so you and the mechanics rush out to the pit once again and prepare your gear.

A few moments pass before you can spot Lando's bright helmet in his car coming closer. He finally arrives and pulls up into his spot, while doing so, he glances around and his eyes land on you.

His mouth drops open slightly and he whispers a little, "Wow." Everyone does his tire change just as fast as Oscars, but Lando was still staring at you, who he thinks might be an angel sent down from above just for him.

Wow, he thinks to himself again, you have to be the most gorgeous person he's ever seen. He doesn't even realize that everyone has cleared the way for him to exit the stop until he sees you tilt your head and he hears his race engineer's voice, "Lando! GO! What are you doing, mate?!"

That snaps Lando back to reality, and he quickly drives away, now in last place due to how long he was there. He feels his neck and cheeks heat up in embarrassment. There's no way he would have a chance with you after that.

"I-I'm so sorry, she was s-so beautiful, and she looks like an a-angel, I-I got distracted," he stutters quietly to Will, his race engineer.

"Oh my- Lando this is being aired, you can't say stuff like that, mate!" Will sighs but he can't help but laugh a little bit. However Lando does the opposite now, he chews his lip like he's about to cry of humility, since now he knows you just heard him say that and you were the only girl there, so you know he had to be talking about you.

Back to where you were, you laughed at the radio message, curious to who he was stuttering over. Tommy's eyes bulge as he hears it, head whipping toward you.

You look at him and furrow your eyebrows, "What?"

He just blinds at you before yelling, "Lando Norris said you're beautiful! And look like an angel!"

"What? No he didn't?"

"Are you- who else would he be talking about?!" Tommy puts his hands on your shoulder and gently shakes you.

"Uhh," you laugh and glance at the other mechanics who are smirking and you and raising their eyebrows up and down. "I don't know, there are some women team members right over there," you point to the side.

Tommy just drops his head down and shakes it, "No. He was talking about you!"

"But.. I'm.. well, me? Just an average new mechanic," you look down at your uniform, "in some very unflattering working clothes."

Tommy just steps back and crosses his arms, "First off, don't ever say you're 'just you', because you're my best friend here," he whispers, so the others won't hear him, and you giggle. "Second, the clothes may be a little unflattering but you're still a very pretty girl," he smiles at you.

"Awhhhhh, Tommy! Who knew you were such a sap!" You hug the boy in thanks and he reciprocates it as you walk to the garage once again.

"So are you going to ask him out later?"

You almost choke on your breath, "What? No! Of course not! Are you crazy?"

He rolls his eyes, "Come on, he was just stuttering. Lando Norris was stuttering over you, if that isn't love at first sight then I don't know what is," he shrugs.

"Tommy!" You slap his arm, "We are done with this conversation."

"But-"

"End of discussion!" You huff, turning on your heels and walk away. Leaving your friend to rub his face in defeat.

When the race ended with Lando placed seventh due to the mishap from before, he hopped out of the car and rushed over to Zak.

Zak pulls the boy in for a hug and ruffles his hair, which was quite the opposite reaction Lando had thought he would see, since he cost the team points.

Once he lets go of Lando, the only thing he gets out of his mouth is, "Who was that?"

Zak lets out a laugh and tries to keep in a grin, "Who? Her?" he nods over to you, standing while chatting with Tommy again. Lando frowns as he watches you two.

"Are they dating?" he asks the older man.

"Hmm," he pretends to think about it, "yes," he nods. Of course he's only kidding, trying the get a rise out of the British boy.

"What?" Lando's head snaps to the man, looking utterly devastated. Zak starts laughing loudly, looking at him, and thinks this is what the human version of a kicked puppy would look like.

"I'm only joking, buddy, why don't you go and ask her?" Zak pats Lando's shoulder.

"U-uh I don't know...."

"Oh, come on! You're Lando Norris!"

The boy sighs and looks at you longingly. That was until you glanced over at him and he quickly turned back to Zak, his face now turning red again at being caught. "What about no work relationships?"

Zak sighs and shakes his head, "Listen, I'll talk to people about it and I'll make it work, okay?" He smiles and Lando lets his lips twitch into a tiny smile. "Now, go get your girl!" He turns his shoulders and pushes him forward a little bit.

Lando blinks fast and his heart races as he nervously makes his way over to you two.

You don't notice but Tommy does and bites back a teasing comment. "Lando Norris! The legendary man himself!"

You look to your right and see the boy bouncing slightly on his feet, twisting his hands and he looks back and forth between you both. "H-hi," he whispers to you, his ears turning red at your kind gaze.

"Hi! It's nice to finally meet you," you smile at him.

Tommy nods, "Yeah, and nice radio message today, man, real smooth," he chuckles.

Unbeknownst to you, Lando now wishes the floor would swallow him whole. "Uh, y-yeah, thanks?"

Tommy just laughs, "Oh! I think someone is calling me, gotta go!"

You watch him walk away, and Lando glares at him. "Did you hear someone calling him?" you ask.

"No, but, um, I-I'm sorry for today, a-and I didn't-"

You quickly shake your head and smile, "No! Don't apologize, really! I'm honored!" You put your hand on his arm, causing him to tense. You quickly remove it and apologize, "I'm so sorry! I should have asked-"

"N-No!" Lando says, and Zak drops his head into his hands as he watches the scene from afar. "You can touch me anytime! I-I mean- bloody hell- n-not like that! I mean you can if you wa-" he slaps a hand over his mouth before he can embarrass himself and more.

You just blush as you watch the boy, you find it endearing, to be honest, you've never had someone act like this with you before. "Lando! Please, don't worry, I think your rambling is cute, and... you yourself are cute too," you put your hands behind your back.

"Me? Really? You think I'm c-cute?" He lets out a nervous laugh in disbelief.

"Is that so hard to believe?" You frown.

"I... guess not.. but you're.. you! W-way out of my league..." he trails off.

"You have to be joking!"

He just looks down at his feet and smiles, his body slowly untensing as he feels a little less nervous. It's not that he's stuttering and blushing because he's scared of you, he's just never met someone so... perfect.

He slowly raises his eyes back up to look at you, "Well... then would you m-maybe want to... get dinner with me later?"

Your smile widens at the hopeful look in his eyes, you pinch your arm once, just to be sure this is really happening and not a dream. "Of course! Oh, I'd love to, would you like my number to send me the details?" you ask him.

He nods and pats his pocket for his phone, "Oh! I left my phone in my driver's room... but if you have yours, I'll give you mine?"

"Sure," you nod and hand him your phone, watching as he creates a contact for himself. "Well, I do have to go back, I promised my friends to hang out for a bit after the race but I'll see you later," you tell him.

He smiles at you, "Alright, see you!"

You turn around, walking to your friends who were giggling to themselves, watching the whole thing.

Lando is left in his spot, practically lovestruck, "What a woman," he whispers to himself dreamily.

He jumps with a yelp when he feels a hand on his shoulder, "Well done, kid! You got yourself a date!"

Lando turns to look at a way too excited Zak Brown, "Yeah... I suppose I did."

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A Package Deal

In which Lando befriends a single mom without even realizing it.

Warnings: single mom. talk of parental death (no death featured on page), lando being a judgey jerk at first, kinda? Pairing: Lando Norris x SingleMom!Reader Word Count: 5.4k words

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The fairy lights that stretched back and forth across the ceiling of the McLaren Technology Center sparkle down at you, a soft glow illuminating the spacious front lobby. Half a dozen 12 foot Christmas trees dot the cavernous room and tables decorated with rich red, green, and silver accents create intimate seating areas throughout. The only things indicating that the offices were home to McLaren's Formula 1 team were the seven or so F1 cars from past and present, all put on display for tonight's party.

The events team had certainly outdone themselves this year, that was for sure. If there was anything the McLaren events team went hard for every single time, it was the MTC's annual family holiday party. This year though, the entire team had extra reason to celebrate: earlier in the month, the team had brought home the Constructor's Championship for the first time in years.

"Momma, where's Aunt Sarah?" Your six year old daughter Stella asks softly, her little hand tucked securely in yours as she looks around, eyes wide in awe at all the decorations.

"I don't know, munchkin." You reply, grinning down at her. "Do you want to see if we can find her?"

Your best friend Sarah was surely already here as she was one of the heads of the events team. She'd been planning this party for months now, the added pressure from the championship win had nearly driven her mad. A quick text is answered even quicker and you lead Stella towards the massive ballroom that sits on the opposite side of the sleek modern building.

As you walk down the hall, the heels of your stilettos clicking softly, you're surprised to be hit with a wave of nostalgia. You'd been working for McLaren for almost two years now, after Sarah had given the head of product development your resume when you graduated uni with a degree in computer science and data analytics. Marshall, the man who ran the department, had offered you a job as a data analyst on the spot when you came into interview the following week. It had all felt like divine intervention, going from getting pregnant so young and having no other choice but to navigate parenthood alone to finding yourself employed within weeks of graduating. McLaren truly felt like your second home now.

"There's my Stelly Belly!" Sarah cries when she sees Stella and you walking towards her. Without a second thought, your daughter drops your hand and flings herself into the waiting arms of your best friend, one of the few adults the little girl trusts enough to open up to.

"Don't you look pretty tonight?" Sarah coos, nuzzling her head into Stella neck, eliciting a squeal and a cascade of giggles from your little girl. "And your mama looks stunning too!"

Rolling your eyes, you smooth down the front of the red satin dress you'd bought last week. "Are you sure it's not too much?"

Your brows knit together in uncertainty. Ever since having Stella at 19, your life had revolved around the little girl. Everything you did and every choice you made was made because of her and with her best interest in mind. Going to university when she was a newborn had been for her benefit and the time spent away from her while you studied and attended classes were paying off now with your secure job and hefty paycheck. But you weren't used to calling attention to yourself, totally content with working behind a computer screen in your quiet office tucked in the back of the MTC. You came to work, socialized very little, and went home to your daughter. This kind of event was very much out of your comfort zone.

"Stop that." Sarah scolds as she sets Stella down. "You look so good you're going have the mechanics breaking their necks all night long."

"Okay, that's enough." You huff.

"Momma, Sarah says there's holiday crafts over there!" Stella points vaguely towards the other side of the room. "Can we go? Please?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Let's go."

"I'll take her!" Sarah volunteers, capturing Stella's little hand in hers before giving you a look. "Go get a drink or something. Have some fun. Stelly Belly and I will go make all the crafts!"

You watch after your best friend and the other half of your heart as they scamper away, Stella's red velvet dress fluttering behind her. Somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach, a painful clenching feeling takes root. For the past six years, your entire universe has revolved around that little blonde headed girl. Even now, though you spent more time apart from Stella than you cared for because of school for her and work for you, whenever she was out of sight it felt like a bit of you was missing.

Once you see her settle at the table right next to Sarah and begin coloring something in front of her, you turn away and wander towards the open bar. If there was one thing McLaren did right at these kinds of parties, it was provide top tier food and drinks for the employees.

You order a glass of what smells like the most heavenly mulled wine you've ever encountered and find a spot away from the crowd, leaning against a pillar in the shadows of the room. You weren't used to being around so many people and while you were glad Stella seemed to be enjoying herself, you could feel your social battery already draining.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite McLaren employee." A smooth voice interrupts your anxious thoughts.

You blush into your glass of wine, knowing who it was sneaking up behind you before you even turned around. "I'm telling Oscar you said that."

Lando slips in beside you, caramel colored cashmere jumper brushing against your bare arm. "You wouldn't dare." He says, bumping your shoulder gently. You can hear the smile in his voice without even looking.

When you say you don't socialize much at work, there is always going to be one exception to that rule: Lando Norris. He had wandered into your office one day about six months ago looking for the legal department of all places. Lando had sheepishly admitted he may have accidentally signed a contract to be the spokesman for a bank in Singapore while drunk on holiday and needed to see what how mad everyone was going to be. You then had to admit you were, in fact, just a software engineer and not a solicitor and he was not, in fact, anywhere near the legal department.

An unlikely friendship had been born that day though because instead of turning around and scampering away out of sheer embarrassment, Lando had plopped himself down in the chair opposite your desk and spent nearly an hour and a half peppering you with questions about your job.

Lando liked those moments he got to slip away during his busy days at the MTC to see you. It seemed like lately, he would find himself carving out time during his day to make a special visit to your office no matter what else he had scheduled that day. He liked the way you talked to him like he was a normal person and how easily you laughed at his jokes. You never made him feel stupid or inferior for asking questions about whatever project you were working on that day and you never asked him about racing. Not once. You were also the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and he was embarrassingly addicted to making you smile.

"You look stunning tonight." Lando says in a hushed voice. "Red is your color."

Although he's next to you still, Lando manages to steal little looks at you out of the corner of his eye. The red dress you've got on tonight should be illegal and it's showing off every dip and curve of your body. You pride yourself on how well you dress at the office but tended to stick with neutral colors and classic, conservative shapes that weren't jarring and allowed you to fade into the noise of a busy office a bit. The red was totally out of character for you and Lando found himself wanting to buy you an entire closet full of colorful dresses.

Your cheeks go crimson and you're thankful for the dim lights that hide it. "Thank you."

The other thing you're not used to is attention from men. Like your social life, any semblance of a dating life had been put on the back burner when you became a single mom. You didn't much miss it, if you were bing quite honest. Spending time with Stella was better than wasting a night on a man that would only end up disappointing you.

So when someone like Lando complimented you on the dress you wore you don't quite know how to react.

"Momma! Momma, look what Auntie Sarah and I made!" Stella interrupts anything that's about to come out of Lando's mouth when she runs up brandishing what looks to be a fairy wand tied with dozens of glittery ribbons.

You crouch down, not missing the way Lando stiffens beside you, and take the plastic wand out of Stella's hand. "Is this a magic wand?" You ask, voice breathy with awe.

"Yeah! Aunt Sarah helped tie the ribbons on after I picked them. They're all glittery and match Elsa's ice queen dress."

You smile, Elsa had always been Stella's favorite Disney princess. "That is so special, Stelly Belly."

A few feet away, Sarah takes in how close you and Lando were before Stella interrupted and smirks. "Come on, Stella. I think I saw a cookie decorating contest starting over by the wands!"

You stand, eyeing your best friend. "I can take her, Sarah. I'm sure you want to mingle."

"Nope! Stay. Talk. Be merry!" Sarah's eyes bounce between you and Lando and your cheeks heat at the implication.

Beside you, Lando rubs at his jaw trying to process the information he's just learned. Momma? This girl, cute as a button, was calling you mom? He rifles through his memory, trying to think of any time you'd ever mentioned being a mom and he can't come up with a single thing. And he's pretty sure he remembers everything you've ever said to him.

"You have a daughter." Lando says it more as a statement than a question and you wince.

This was always the part where you tended to lose people. Being as young as you were, you were used to people being put off by the fact that you had a daughter. A lot of people your age weren't ready for kids yet and had a hard time figuring you out because you had such radically different priorities. Neither set of priorities was better than the other, just different.

"I do. Her name is Stella." You respond, leaning against the pillar once again. The cool marble sends shivers down your back as you prepare to lose someone who had made more of an impact on you than you realized.

"You never said anything about her." He observes, his tone unreadable.

"You never asked." You shrug, trying not to get defensive. "Her pictures are all over my office, Lan. I've never hid the fact that I have Stella."

Lando thinks back, recalling the office he's spent so much time in lately. You're right, of course. There are bits of Stella all over the place in the drawings on your desk to the school picture that sits near the spider plant close to the window. But somehow Lando had never noticed anything else other than you.

He rubs at the back of his neck, "I guess I just assumed she was your niece or something."

"Nope. She's all mine."

"And her dad?" The moment the question slips from Lando's mouth, he regrets it. His eyes shutter closed but not before he catches a glimpse of the way you flinch.

He hates himself for thinking he deserves to be privy to this information. For being so bold as to ask for the sordid details of your life when all you are to each other is a casual work flirtation. He hates himself for implying that you'd ever flirt with him when there was someone else in the picture. Or worse, that you now have to relive a painful story behind why there wasn't.

"You don't have to answer that." God, he was so good at speaking before thinking, wasn't he? It had gotten him into so much hot water with the press this year during the championship run and here he was again, putting his foot in his mouth like an idiot.

"It's fine." You sigh, knowing that anyone who wants to be in your life is going to have to hear the story at some point. You just hadn't anticipated it happening with Lando, having been perfectly content with the safety of your innocent work flirtation.

"I had Stella when I was 19, her dad was killed in a car accident when she was eight months old. She turned six in September.”

The silence that stretches between you is heavy, clashing with the light and festive mood that swirls around you.

"Christ. I'm sorry, love."

You hate how painful that tugging sensation on your heart is when Lando calls you 'love'.

Shrugging, you hope you feign nonchalance well enough to fool him. You know it doesn’t.

“Listen, I should go check on Sarah and Stella, make sure Stella doesn't sweet talk Sarah into a puppy or something. Those two together is how I ended up with a kitten last year."

The brightness in your voice is all for show but Lando sees right through it.

You're gone before he can get a word in though.

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"Come on, sweet girl, let's find your Papa a Christmas present so we can get out of this mad house."

You tug at Stella's hand, who was currently practically drooling over a display of sparkly gold and diamond jewelry in Harrods jewelry department. Around you, crowds swirl and people jostle each other as they all hustle to pick out their precious gifts before Santa's big night. Why you had chosen to come into London the weekend before Christmas was a mystery, but you were fully convinced that you had lost it when you had agreed to come to Harrods at Stella's request.

"But this necklace is so pretty, Momma!" Stella whines, eyes dragging over the diamond necklace on display in front of her.

"Yes, I know but I don't think your grandpa wants a diamond necklace for Christmas. Let's go up to the fifth floor where the kitchen gadgets are! You know how much he loves to cook!"

Stella rolls her eyes, which you choose to ignore. For all of her attitude today, Stella wasn't usually an ornery child. She was very well behaved and quite reserved so you gave her extra grace when it was crowded and loud like this. You knew she got overstimulated easily, just like you did.

"Fine." She sighs, casting one last longing look at the display. "Maybe Santa will bring me the necklace." She mutters and you have to tamp down a laugh.

You take Stella's hand in yours, despite her giving you another look of contempt. She was much too big of a girl to be holding her mother's hand, thank you very much. You ignored the glare and squeezed at your daughter's hand, knowing that she's not really angry at you.

Up on the fifth floor, the homewares section is significantly quieter than where you just were. Stella spots a display of colorful Kitchen Aid mixers that she scampers over to while you wander over to the espresso machines while reminding her to stick close. Out of the corner of your eye, you keep watch over her while debating the merits of different coffee machines.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite McLaren employee out in the wild." A velvety smooth voice sends familiar shivers down your spine.

"Favorite? You've been avoiding me since the holiday party." You quip without taking your eyes off the silver machine in front of you, knowing exactly who it is beside you without even looking.

Ever since the holiday party nearly two weeks ago, you hand't seen Lando at all despite knowing that he was at the MTC at least a few days. You hated that you knew that most of that time he had been out of the country, skiing in France then golfing in Spain. You also hated that you kept track of the amount of times you had known he was in Woking at the MTC and hadn't even bothered to stop in and say 'hi' to you.

Lando's hand rubs at the back of his neck. "I know. I'm sorry." His voice is low, tinged with guilt.

"Listen, it's fine." You turn to face him for the first time and your traitorous heart thuds a little harder in your chest. That mullet you teased him about so much at first had really grown on you and boy did it look good today.

"It's not like we're friends, Lando." You don't work as hard as you probably should to keep the frustration out of your voice. "You don't owe me anything and it's the off season for you. I shouldn't have said anything."

Lando frowns at you, confusion knitting his brow together. "We...we aren’t friends?" The hurt in his voice was unmistakable, tugging painfully at something in the pit of your stomach.

Your eyes shutter close at the look on his face. Lando might play the lovable goofball for the public and in the press but you knew better. You knew that he was a pretty big softie at heart and you immediately regretted your words, knowing that they would have struck him deep.

"What was I supposed to think, Lan? You seemed pretty put off when you found out about Stella and then you just..." You pause, unsure of where this anger was coming from. You hadn't really realized how hurt you had bene by his sudden ghosting until this very moment. "You just sort of disappeared. It's fine. I'm totally used to it."

The vulnerability in your voice makes Lando's heart clench painfully. He had been spooked initially about you having a daughter and he knew his reaction probably left a lot to be desired. He just had been so blindsided by the appearance of your little girl that night that he hadn't handled it well. Lando had been unwilling to admit before that night during the holiday party that he had been becoming more and more attached to you and he didn't know where Stella fell into place between you and him. It scared him, adding an entirely new layer to the budding friendship that you two had struck up. A friendship that he had been wanting to see if it could have progressed into more but now...now he didn't know.

"Momma, can we get Papa a mixer so he can make me more cakes next year?" Stella's small voice interrupts that awkward silence that had fallen between you and Lando.

You can't help the chuckle that leaves your lips despite yourself. "Stella, I don't think that's a very good reason to gift someone something."

"I don't know, sounds like solid reasoning to me." Lando chimes in, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks down at Stella. "Hi, I'm Lando." He crouches down so he's eye level with your daughter.

"That's a funny name." Stella regards Lando with a suspicious look. Stella is a quiet little mouse of a child most of the time and doesn't easily trust adults. There are very few people she's comfortable which is why her comment catches you off guard.

"Stella!" You scold, face going crimson at the lack of filter on her.

To your relief, Lando just chuckles. "I guess you're right, it is kind of a funny name. But I think Stella is a funny name too."

Stella' narrows her eyes but then she seems to realize he's just teasing her and she smiles. "I like you." She declares simply, as if deciding to be Lando's friend is the easiest thing in the world.

A fact that you already know is true.

"I'm hungry. Can we go get dinner now?" Stella turns back to you now and you startle a bit when you realize what time it is.

"Let me take you two to dinner. There's a place down the street that has some of the best chicken nuggets in all of England." Lando's offer throws you off for a moment you're so surprised. "As an apology for making you question our friendship."

Stella gasps as if that is the most exciting suggestion she's ever heard in her life. Your stomach does a quick swoop at spending more time with the driver outside of the office. You are a bit hesitant, pride still stinging from when he ignored you after the holiday party, but Stella looks so excited you find yourself nodding.

Twenty minutes and one espresso machine later, you have the giant package shipped off to your house before walking towards a cozy pub that Lando suggests. It's strange to you, walking down the crowded streets with Stella tucked between you and Lando, listening to her prattle away. Once in a while, Lando shoots you a look over the top of your daughter's head that is all amusement and happiness.

Meanwhile, you're reduced to silence, listening in awe to Stella's babbling. She has always been a reserved little girl, following in her mother's footsteps of being an introvert. She doesn't open up to just anyone and even when she does find an adult she likes, it takes her quite a bit of time to talk to them the way she's talking to Lando as he navigates the three of you towards your destination.

Around you, people bustle up and down the sidewalk, the streets of London an absolute hive of activity and it's a bit overwhelming. You're momentarily worried about Stella, knowing she doesn't do very good in crowds just like you but then something catches your eye that has your heart leaping into your throat. Captured in Lando's large hand is Stella's tiny one, a silent gesture of affection from your six-year-old. The way your chest squeezes at the sight has tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

Lando catches the look on your face, full of awe and something else he can't quite place, and when your gaze snags on his moments later he gives you a dazzling smile. When Stella had reached out to take Lando's hand a few blocks ago, he had panicked a bit. He wasn't too experienced with kids, his niece’s being much younger than Stella, but he felt something deep in his chest that told him when the little girl beside him reached for his hand, it was a sincere sign of trust from her.

"Here we are." Lando says once you're safely across the road. "I hope you're ready for the best chicken nuggets in all of London."

Dinner is a loud affair, Stella peppering questions left and right to Lando and Lando expertly fielding them. He even gets some questions in edgewise and has both you and Stella laughing the entire meal. It's the most relaxed Lando's seen you the entire time he's known you. Despite his initial reservations at spending time with someone who has a child, he finds himself not wanting the evening to end. He's never been so thankful for last minute gift requests in his entire life.

Your bellies are full when you spill out onto the sidewalk, the chilly London air biting at your cheeks. It was going to be a cold train ride home. You reach into your tote bag to pull out a scarf and hat, tugging both on Stella despite her yowls of displeasure.

"Stella." You sigh, finally getting her to leave her hat on her head after a tense few moments as Lando watched on, smile sitting at the edge of his lips. "Come on, it's cold tonight and you know the train isn't much better."

"Train?" Lando asks, frown appearing on his face.

"We took the train into the city today. Someone wanted an adventure." You look pointedly at your daughter, who just shrugs, totally unfazed by the chilly evening air.

"That's like, a forty-five minute trip! On the train? At night? Alone?"

Something twists in Lando's stomach at the thought of you and Stella all alone on the train at night. He knows the trains are, objectively, safe and you'd probably be fine but it just doesn't sit right with him knowing that he'd have to leave both of you at a train station unable to be with you in case something happened.

"I know." You breathe, knowing that the moment Stella sits down on the train she's going to be out like a light and you're going to have a very grumpy six-year-old on your hands on the other end of the line. "I don't have a choice, I'm not ordering an Uber home. It'll be fine, Lando. We do this all the time."

The thought of you navigating the crowded train alone with the tiny wisp of a girl that tucked her hand back into his as soon as she got close enough to him hurts a surprising amount. It's a jarring feeling, one that he's totally unprepared for. His memory darts back to the night he found out you had a daughter. He thought for sure the budding chemistry between you would fizzle out. He had thought that he wasn't interested in getting involved with someone who had a child because it complicated things to a degree he wasn't sure he was ready for. He still struggled with looking after himself successfully sometimes. Dating someone with a child? Up until this very moment, Lando thought that was completely off the table.

"You're not taking the train home. I'll drive you." Lando's voice has an edge of finality in it that tells you this is going to be a fight, one that you're not sure you're prepared to fight.

You blink up at him, unable to form a response for several moments. Beside you, Stella cheers. "Yes! No boring train!"

"Woah, slow down." You warn, shaking your head. "Lando, I appreciate the offer but we can't." Stella looks absolutely crestfallen next to you as she yanks her hand out of Lando's grasp and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Why not?" Lando's frown mirrors Stella's and you nearly laugh.

Beside the fact that he couldn't stand the thought of you on the train by yourself with Stella this late at night, Lando didn't really want the night to end. He had sat across from you at dinner and there were several moments while Stella chattered on that he caught your gaze and you had given him the most prettiest smile he'd ever seen.

"Well, for one, Stella needs a booster seat to ride in a car and I don't think those come standard in Ferrari's or McLaren's."

"For the record, I drove my Range Rover into the city." Lando retorts before glancing around the crowded city street. "Look! There's a Mamas & Papas across the street! That's where my brother got my niece’s carseat a few months ago. I'm sure they sell booster seats too."

You can't help but stare at Lando, a bit dumbfounded. When you had started getting to know the driver months ago, you had what you had thought was a pretty accurate idea of who he was off the track: young, sinfully good looking, deeply unserious, and only interested in partying and having a good time. But voluntarily spending an evening with you and your daughter? Offering to buy Stella a booster so he could drive you home? The way Lando surprised you in that moment had you swaying on your feet a bit.

"Can we, Momma? Please! I want to drive home with Lando!"

There are two sets of big puppy dog eyes turned on you and you find yourself tossing your hands up in the air in defeat. "That's not fair! You two can't team up against me!"

Lando looks down at Stella, mischievous grin overtaking his handsome face. "I think we won, Stelly Belly." He shout-whispers, eyes sliding over to you, giving you a wink.

"You two are going to be trouble together, aren't you?" Is the last thing you say before Lando grabs your hand and drags you towards the shop to buy your daughter a booster seat.

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[landopoet]

clandestine.

pairing coworker!lando x intern!reader

warnings implications of sex, dirty talk

synopsis your hot one night stand from the other night turns out to be not only a famous racer, but also your coworker.

author’s note heavily inspired by the dynamic MerDer have in grey’s anatomy… some conversations were recycled from the show. also! special thanks to @clovermoters for being my proofreader and biggest support with all my fics <3 love u. enjoy!

find part two here: taciturnity

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“Hey, psst, wake up.”

It’s already bright and sunny outside, the curtains doing absolutely nothing from stopping the sunlight from blinding you. The curly-haired, absolute beauty of a man sleeping soundly next to you, however, seems to not be bothered by it at all.

He only opens his eyes when you rip the covers off of him and get out of bed, panicking to collect your clothes from your own bedroom floor. “C’mon, you have to go.”

“Huh, why?” He turns over to lay on his back, not at all bothered by his goodies being on full display. Not that you didn’t get an eye-ful of them last night, anyway.

You stand up straight and give him an annoyed grumble. “I’ve my first day of work today and I’ll be damned if I let a man be the reason I’m late for it.”

He leans up on his elbows, watching with half-lidded eyes as you bend down to pick up your shirt. “Let’s not forget that this man was making you scream last night.”

“Whatever.” You grumble again. “Just go.”

The stranger shrugs and gets up, immediately finding his clothes and tugging on his boxers. “What’s the new job?”

“Photography intern.” A hiss leaves your lips as you brush your fingers through your hair, no time to actually find a hairbrush. Maybe a claw clip could do the job for today. “Paid, before you ask.”

“I wasn’t going to.” The sound of a belt being buckled draws your attention back to him. Your eyes drift upwards, following his happy trail up to his abdomen. The man, proud and egotistical, watches as you ogle.

“I never caught your name,” you finally peel your eyes away from his chest and look at his green eyes.

He bites back a smirk and extends a hand towards you. “Lando.”

Lando’s big hand embraces yours, sending a shiver down your spine that you were far too familiar with for the past eighteen hours. “Y/n.”

He watches as you tightly clutch the sheets to your chest, hiding yourself from him, as if he hadn’t explored every inch of your body just a few hours prior. “Last night was-“

“You should go.” You reiterate, a little rude but it gets Lando that much more interested in how quickly your mood changes. “Please.”

Lando gives you a tight-lipped nod before gathering the last of his stuff, keys to a McLaren jingling in his palm as he waves to you by the door. “I’ll see you around.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

With just a few minutes to spare, you enter the meeting room and you’re met with six other people, all dressed in bright orange shirts with black details. “Morning,” you smile and take a seat at the large table.

Your supervisor, a woman with narrow and threatening eyes, watches you for a few seconds before turning her attention back to the board. She explains what you’ll be doing at McLaren and what your main concerns should be. Easy.

That is until you’re following an employee around with your camera tightly clutched in hand and you see him. He’s standing by the elevator, looking down at his phone and you’re panicking. You turn on your heel and walk the other way, but the employee you’ve been shadowing calls out for you.

“Y/n, where the hell are you going?”

Lando’s head shoots up at the mention of your name and he watches as your eyes flicker between the other person and him. He gives you a small smile and shakes his head. “Incredible,” he mumbles to himself.

You turn back around, bottom lip between your teeth and you clutch your camera closer to your chest. “Uh, I was, uhm… Bathroom.”

“You just went.” Lexi, the brown-haired employee, cocks her head to the side, evidently confused. You sigh, realising that there was no way to avoid Lando and that you’d have to speak to him eventually anyway.

“Right, sorry.” You nod and make your way back to her. And, unluckily for you, she’s already standing next to Lando, making small talk. You notice her tucking her hair behind her ear, a sign of her being very into Lando, and you roll your eyes.

She turns to you, “this is my intern.”

You awkwardly raise a hand and give him one wave, a less-than-pleased smile on your face. “Lovely to meet you, I’ve heard great things.”

“As have I,” Lando smiles at you with amusement stitched into every crevice of his face. Lexi gives you both a weird look before her phone rings and she rolls her eyes.

“I’ve got to go, Y/N, go upstairs and take a left to office 203. I need you to upload the pictures from your camera to the hard drive on the table,” you nod at her instructions and watch as her whole demeanor changes when she turns to Lando. “I’ll see you around, bye, Lan.”

The man next to you gives her a wink and she lets out a noise that sounds something like a mix between a giggle and a gasp. An eye-roll seems to be your go-to expression whenever you’re near Lando.

The two of you watch as she runs off with her phone in hand, something clearly more important taking her away from her responsibilities. The elevator dings and Lando gestures for you to go first. Once you step in, you’re trying your best to look everywhere but at him, despite your body practically gravitating towards the man.

He’s the first to break the silence. “You could’ve told me you were interning at McLaren.”

“You could’ve told me you worked at McLaren.” You bite your lip to hide how uncomfortable you are.

“The car wasn’t enough of a hint?” Lando turns to you as a small laugh leaves his lips. Fuck, his lips. You haven’t been able to get him out of your head and thoughts of kissing him have been clouding your mind all day. It’s infuriating how much of an effect he has on you without even doing anything. “When do you get off? I’d like to grab a bite after work, if you’re interested.”

You sigh and rub your eyes. “Do you fuck every young woman you work with?”

Your eyes finally find his and you watch as he frowns, confused. “Excuse me?”

“Lexi. Have you slept with her, too?” You knit your arms together and wonder when the hell this elevator stops so you could leave. The lack of air in the confined space made you that much more upset.

His pretty, soft and pink lips pull into a smirk. “Are you implying that I’m some kind of a whore?”

“If the boot fits, wear it.” You hiss and the elevator door dings open. Lando watches as you storm off, the smirk never leaving his face.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The first few days of your internship went by well.

You managed to steer clear of Lando’s path, the only time you ever interacted with him being for pictures and in the company of other staff. Despite being so confident in shutting him down a few days ago, you couldn’t deny feeling… something.

Still, that something was highly unprofessional and had very slim chances of actually working out, considering your schedules.

You’re only interning at McLaren for a few months, hoping to add to your portfolio, before you open up your own photography studio. It’s been a dream of yours since you were little and you’ve already achieved so much, you couldn’t let that dream go even if McLaren offered you a full-time job.

The elevator dings at your floor and you step out, trying to focus up and get on with a new work day. Lexi said you could make yourself comfortable in one of the meeting rooms on the second floor, as there weren’t many offices available at that time.

So, room 304 has become your own little office.

You’ve put up some of your stuff on the large table, like a succulent and some stationary. It’s organised, neat, yet still has a touch of you to it. You’ve found that this office has become a sort of safe haven, guaranteeing you as little contact with Lando as possible.

Except, when you open the door to your office, Lando’s sitting in the chair and spinning in it like a child.

“Oh, fuck.” A gasp escapes your lips as you clutch your chest, feeling the rapid pace of your heart. “What the hell? What are you doing here?”

Lando’s head whips around to look at you and he smiles that same annoying smile that gets your blood rushing. “Oh, hey. Lex told me I’d find you here.”

“Find me here?” You ask as you make your way over to the table and set your bag down. “Are you stalking me, Norris?”

The curly-haired man starts spinning in the chair again, closely examining the cat figurine he plucked right off of your cozy side of the table. “Ah, yes, because I have nothing better to do than to stalk you.”

“I’m starting to believe that’s true.” You roll your eyes, taking a seat at the laptop you’ve just taken out of your bag. “What do you want?”

“You.” He says, absentmindedly, as he’s looking up at the ceiling and you hate that your eyes automatically gravitate to his neck. Lando clears his throat and sits up straight. “The photos you took of me a few days ago. I want to post them to my Instagram and I was wondering if you could send a few over to me.”

Silly of you to think that he’d come bother you because he simply wanted to bother you. Sure, the banter and persistence of the devilishly handsome man annoyed you to your core, but you couldn’t deny that you liked it. There’s something about how wrong this is that feels so right.

Lando watched as you typed away on your laptop. “I assume you have my email already.”

“Yep,” you nodded. “I’ll edit them and send them over.”

“Alright, thanks.” He stands up and makes his way to the door. Before he opens it, he turns back to you and, with a playful smirk, asks, “dinner’s still a no-go?”

“I’m not going to dinner with you, Lando.” You wave him off. “Now leave, please. I've got work to do.”

“See you later, boss.” He hums as the door shuts behind him and you put your head in your hands.

“For both of our sake, I wish you didn’t.” You whisper under your breath before composing yourself and continuing your photo editing.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The elevator dings at the ground floor.

“So,” Lexi says as you both enter the elevator. Lexi is the type of girl who tells it as it is, no bullshit, no sugarcoating, pure honesty. So, when she gives you a look— the look, —you wonder what you’ve done now. “What’s with you and Norris?”

“Wha-“ You choke on air. “Me and- and who? What, sorry?” Lexi has to hide her amusement as you fumble over your words. “I don’t- There’s not… No, nothing.”

The brunette in front of you just shakes her head with a laugh. “Right, so he looks at you like he’s seen you naked for absolutely no reason, then?”

Once again, you can’t seem to get any words out so you just look at her. A blank stare straight into her brown, intimidating eyes.

Lexi crosses her arms over her chest and fully turns to you. “Listen, I know you know I like him. I also know there’s something between you two.” She says in a tone you can’t seem to read. “So, please, tell me everything so I could live vicariously through you.”

“Oh, uh,” you’re surprised. “I thought you’d be more upset.”

“I’m upset that you’re not telling me anything,” she rolls her eyes. “Where’d you meet?”

“Bar,” you answer, instantly. “Last weekend.”

Lexi nods. “What was he wearing?”

“White button-up and black dress pants.”

“Fuck, I bet he looked so good.”

“He did.”

You tell her how he was the one to initiate any sort of contact with you other than eyeing each other from across the bar. You tell her how gentle he was, not only when speaking to you but also when he was casually touching you. Lexi listened intently, smiling along with you as you recalled every detail.

Well, almost every detail. There’s parts of that night you wished to keep between yourself and your bedsheets on late nights.

You can’t deny that you want him. Badly. So badly that you might be hallucinating him every time you’re not looking at Lexi.

“Hey, girls.”

This time, much to your surprise, you weren’t hallucinating. Lando was standing right in front of the open elevator door, looking as irresistible as you remembered.

“Hey,” Lexi looks at you for a second, a cheeky smile on her lips as she makes her way out of the elevator. “Y/N, remember what I asked you to do? Can you bring it down to me later?”

You look at the girl and she gives you a wink Lando couldn’t see. “Uh, yeah. I got it.” Lexi, despite being the scariest person in the whole building when you first met her, has proven herself to be a girls’ girl. She smiles at you two as the doors close, and it’s just you and Lando in a confined space, again.

The curly-haired man turns to you, an annoyingly charming smile playing on his lips. “Not talking to me, are we?”

The way he leaned in as he asked the question drove you crazy— his face was right there, right where you could just turn and… kiss him.

Lando doesn’t have time to process what’s happening before your lips are on his and you’re taking his breath away for the tenth time in the same day. First, it was you wearing your hair down that had him take a second to catch his breath. Next, it was the way you spoke to him and the way you tried to pretend like you didn’t want him at all, yet couldn’t resist smiling when he flirted with you. And now this.

He feels heaven on earth when your fingers find the base of his neck and you play with his hair, getting lost in the curls as his hands find your jaw. He lures you in closer and closer, and he’d mould you two into one being if he could.

You feel his hands travel to your waist and he pulls you in, groaning into your mouth at the memory of you around him.

Just as he’s about to tease his hands up your shirt, the elevator dings.

The two of you, like deer in headlights, pause for a mere millisecond before pulling away and practically launching yourselves to opposite sides of the elevator. You pat down your hair and Lando straightens his shirt, and you don’t speak a word to him as you step out the elevator, making a beeline to your office.

Lando follows closely behind you, amused, intrigued, needy. He needs more of you, a mere kiss in the elevator doing nothing to suffice his fix of you.

You take a seat at your desk, pretending to do work even though all you can think of is locking the door and fulfilling every fantasy in your mind right now. It doesn’t help that he’s stood in the doorway, hands crossed over his chest as he just watches you.

It takes ten minutes before you finish your pretend work and pull the USB out of your laptop. Lando’s eyes are glued to you, like you’re the only person in the world.

When you’re in front of him, waiting for him to move so you could take your fake work to Lexi, he finally breaks the silence. “Is that gonna happen again? ‘Cause if so, I need to bring breath mints.” He nods his head towards you, a small smirk on his lips. “Put a condom in my wallet,” Lando says in a hushed tone, clearly teasing you for what happened back in the elevator.

You roll your eyes and laugh at him. “Move, Norris.”

“Oh, so it’s Norris now.” He moves out your way so you can get out of the room, yet he still trails closely behind you. When you’re at the elevator again, he just watches you get in, eyes narrowed at you in a way only he could look at you.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You whisper-yell as you press the ground floor button.

Lando cocks his head to the side. “Like what?”

You sigh and drop your shoulders, “like you’ve seen me naked.”

The last thing you see before the doors close is the rise of Lando’s shoulders and another annoying yet devilishly handsome smirk on his face.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Lando catches you in the elevator the next morning.

He’s as smug as can be and you try your best not to look at him too long. Your hope of surviving this elevator ride dies when he opens his mouth. “So,” he begins. It’s clear that he has nothing to say and that he’s only speaking so he’d talk to you.

“If you have something to say, just say it.” You mumble, a little harsh but you can’t be bothered to put yourself in a good mood. You got called up to a meeting with your supervisor and a few others, Lexi and Lando included, which doesn’t seem too good.

“I don’t have anything to say,” he muses, watching as your face contorts into all sorts of micro expressions. “Do you have something to say?”

“Yes. No.” You look at him and then back to the numbers above the elevator door. “I don’t know.” You pinch the bridge of your nose before turning your head back to him. “You know what? Fine.”

Lando looks at you, like you’ve lost your mind. “Fine?”

You turn to face him with your whole body, arms crossed across your chest and disappointment painting your face. “Fine, I’ll go out to dinner with you.”

He turns to face the door, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Cool.”

“Cool.”

The door opens and you speed off, for the millionth time in the past week. It’s not good for your self-control, and recently declared celibacy, to be near Lando so much. The only reason you’ve decided you’re celibate now is because of that… incident in the elevator. Though you’re sure Lando didn’t mind it at all, but you did.

It was highly inappropriate to be making out with your coworker, at work. Oh, god. What if there’s cameras in the elevator? What if that’s what this meeting is about? You began to worry that you’d be having your first meeting with HR about something you knew would come up.

When you open the meeting room door, Lexi’s already sat next to your supervisor, Eliza. She gave you a small smile and a wave, and you gave her a nervous grimace in return.

Lando, being the annoying coworker that he is, sat next to you. As if you hadn’t already had enough suspicions from Lexi, who didn’t actually seem to mind.

The meeting lasts an hour and Eliza doesn’t get to the reason why you’re there until the very end. “Sorry, why was I called here then? I’m just a photography intern, I don’t think I have anything to do with the race weekend in Italy.”

“Oh, right.” Eliza hummed, pulling out a staff paddock pass for you. “You’re coming with us.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you take the plastic card and lanyard from Eliza’s hands. “Excuse me?” A whole weekend with not only McLaren, but also Lando. Oh, god.

The curly-haired man sitting next to you laughs silently, before leaning in closer to you. “So that’s dinner in Italy, then?”

[clovermoters]

the parenting sacrifices - dad!lando x wife!reader

summary - while your out on girls night, lando stays home with your sick daughter

warnings - none! just some fluff and kisses, no use of y/n

authors note - i actually wanna make this a little universe so send me some ideas for dad!lando because i adore him!! as always big thank u too @landopoet for reading this over and hyping me up!! love ya big time!! anyways i’ll stop talking and pls enjoy the fic !

“Are you sure you're going to be okay?”

Lando was lightly pushing you towards the door, you were dressed in a short black dress that had Lando seeing stars. Ever since the birth of your daughter, lando has forced you to take a mandated night out with your girlfriends once a month as a break from your motherly duties.

Tonight was one of those nights.

“Yes, Josie and I are going to be just fine, go have your fun.” Lando assures you.

Your three year old daughter has caught the viral head cold that's been circling her daycare. Carlos had warned Lando that his son, Mateo had recently gotten the same bug, since the two toddlers have been in daycare together since they were in diapers.

Lando helps you with your heels and pushes your leather clutch into your hands. He gives you a light peck on the lips “go, have fun, we will be okay.” you melt slightly into his lips before you spin around making your way out the door to meet your girls parked downstairs.

Truthly lando was slightly nervous to be alone with Josie since he’s never been on his own when she was sick. He waltzes into the living room to find his daughter, dressed in her formula 1 jammies that McLaren gifted your family for her third birthday. She had Cars, her favourite movie, playing on the tv while he was bundled underneath a mountain of blankets. Battling a fever and stuffy nose.

Lando ‘rounds the couch, plopping himself down next to his daughter. Josie immediately snuggles into Lando's arms, not taking her eyes off the super agent race cars on the flatscreen in front of her.

“You hungry missy?” Lando asks, “Mama's gone for tonight so it's just you ‘n me.” Lando looks down into an identical set of eyes and a replica head of his own curls. When Josie was born, you were over the moon to find out your daughter had the same eyes you fell in love with. As she got older and her hair grew into a messy head of curls, you were ecstatic.

Josie weakly nods and Lando presses a kiss to her forehead. Before going to the kitchen to heat up some pasta.

Once the movie had finished, and Josie's belly was filled with Landos delicious pasta, your mothers recipe. Lando had decided that an early bedtime is what Josie needs to beat her sickness. Running her a bath to try and keep her fever to a minimum. the girl giggled at her father making funny faces while washing her hair.

Once Josie was clean and in a fresh set of pajamas, Lando read her favourite story and gave her medicine to help her sleep with her cold. Giving a kiss goodnight before making his way to his room, heading in to wait for your return home..

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Lando was in bed watching a cheesy movie you’d told him he would enjoy. He was hardly paying attention, distracted by an instagram reel Carlos had sent him. since Mateo had come down with the same sickness as Josie, the fathers have been in contact swapping tips while their wives are out with each other, probably discussing how their husbands are getting on with the sick toddlers on their own.

Lando senses the light patter of feet making their way towards his door, he tosses his phone onto the sheets, making his way to the door, finding his daughter sleepy-eyed, holding her blankie sniffling. her eyes were red rimmed with tears.

“Daddy” is all she whines out, lifting her arms mumbling a quiet “..‘uppie” . Landos heart squeezes at his daughter's pain, scooping her up, Lando presses a kiss to her temple, her forehead hot to touch, “Aw josie, still not feeling good baby?”

The three year old pushes her face into Landos shoulder, he cringes slightly as the snot rubs into his skin. He hates when Josie is sick, especially when you aren't here to help, he knows he is capable of taking care of Josie, he also knows Josie needs her mom to lie on top of.

“It hurts” she cries when Lando places her onto the bed, switching the movie he had on, to cars

The sacrifices of parenting

Lando let Josie use him as a personal pillow, the girl sprawled out on his bare chest while she picked away at the popsicle she sweet talked her way into getting.

Lando routinely checked in on Josie's temperature, her fever remained stubbornly high resulting in a cranky three year old.

While Josie's eyes were fixed on the tv, Lando snuck a picture of your daughter snuggled to your husband's bare chest, just like when she was a newborn, sending you the picture with a quick update. you giggle reading the contact lando had set himself years ago.

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most smexy husband EVAHHH: her fever won’t break, but we’ve got cars on and popsicle running through her veins!! see u soon xx

you aww’d at the photo tilting the screen to show rebecca who was sat next to you in the booth.

“Stop it, Carlos sent me the same thing an hour ago! Look what I did!” she gasped, you giggled at the girl while she pulled out her phone, turning it on to show you her wallpaper. an almost identical photo of Carlos and Mateo shined from the device.

you pouted at the sweet picture, finding it funny how your race car driver husbands, who this time in their twenties would be in a club partying together, are now at home nursing their sick toddlers.

Hearting the picture and sending a quick reply to your husband. after quickly copying Rebecca and setting the picture as your lock screen, you continue your conversation with the girls around the table.

you: aww, my loves! Almost done here and i'll be on my way,

Lando had smiled at your reply, Josie still tucked in his chest. Her blinks became slower as lightning mcqueen crossed the finish line. Lando rubbing the girls back while he breathing evened out.

Lando turned off the TV, pulling the sheets over Josie letting sleep take over, small breaths fanning across his chest as Lando held his daughter while she slept, smiling softly at her peaceful state.

You quietly entered the house, you were met with dim lights that Lando purposefully left on for you. Your home was silent apart from the light hum from the air conditioning unit, you slipped your heels off. Carrying them upstairs before lightly pushing the door to the master bedroom open.

Your heart melted at the sight of your favourite people sound asleep in your bed. Lando had one hand protectively around your daughters back while she slept peacefully next to him. You quietly readied yourself for bed, puttering around your room careful not to disturb the two sleeping.

You changed into sleep shorts and one of Landos shirts, slipping into bed next to your family. Once you were under the covers, lando stirred slightly at the dip in the bed.

“Heyy..” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep. He reaches out to place a soft kiss on your forehead as you move Josie to rest in between you two. The girl tosses at the adjustment but lets out a big sigh as she gets comfortable again, her sleep undisturbed.

You and Lando giggle at her dramatics “that's all you” you joke before turning to place a quick peck to his jaw.

Lando smiles, reaching an arm around your waist as you let sleep pull you under. Lando thinks he wouldn't want to spend his nights any other way than right here, surrounded by his wife and daughter in the home they’ve filled with love, surrounded by the quiet nightlife of Monaco.

It doesn't matter what chaos tomorrow will bring, lando will always enjoy the quiet moments like these the most.

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ok anyways sorry that this is BAD but thank u oh so much for reading <3 see u soon!

[81pastrys]

hello, love your fics, i was wondering if you could write landos daughter being a runner and lando keeps having to chase after to stop her from running away but it gets to the point were lando has had to put her on one of the child leashes and all the other drivers are just making fun of him, thx (if you need help just look at the modern family episode s3 ep22)

The Leash Child

Summary— Lando ends up with a leash kid after making fun of them as a kid

Warnings— kid leash

A/N— apparently kid leash backpacks come with kid handcuffs 😃

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Lando always found it funny when parents would ‘leash’ their kids. Karma sacked him in the side of the head with a runner for a kid. Not to mention no one really knew it was his daughter.

They thought he was hauling around his sister on a leash, but no. It was just 3 year old Lexie. He thought long and hard on whether or not he should get the stupid looking backpack, but she liked picking one out.

“It’s pink!” She said when he ordered one. He nodded. She was going to absolutely hate him. The backpack came in and he put it on her so they could go to the track. “Pink backpack!” She said excited.

“It’s so I don’t lose you Lexie.” He said. She didn’t catch on to what he meant until they got to the track. He would sign away things and feel her pull the leash, yanking his arm. “Lexie, stop!” he laughed.

“I can’t run that way!” She whined. That’s the point, he thought. “Look a puppy!” She said, trying to bolt but ultimately just yanking Lando towards her. He stumbled a bit but got control of her, telling her continuously not to try running and she wouldn’t get yanked.

Lando nearly had a heart attack when she tried again but ended up tripping and face planting on the cement. He picked her up as she cried in his arms, luckily there weren’t many people around because she started screaming.

“Daddy!!” She screamed in his arms. He held her tight, shushing her cries. “My knee daddy.” She sniffled. He looked to her knee that was bleeding.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said. She was usually good at keeping the word ‘daddy’ out her mouth while they were at the paddock, but she got hurt and it was hard not to scream for him.

He got her knee bandaged up and decided the leash was not going to cut it. He gave her a break from the god forsaken thing until she proved to him he definitely needed it.

They were heading out and she ran ahead, no leash stopping her. He jogged after her and attached the leash to the backpack again. “Mate is that a kid leash?” Carlos asked a smirk forming.

“Sure.” Lando said. “She runs off, I can’t just hold her.” He said. Other drivers notice and find it endearing he doesn’t want to lose her but also funny.

“Roscoe grew out of his, maybe she will too.” George joked. Lando mocked a laugh. Some drivers thought it was the smartest thing in the world.

“Keeps her safe, I mean no better way.” Alex commented. “Are there other options though, she looks like a dog.” He silently judged.

“Not bringing her.” Lando scoffed. Within the next few months Lexie quit trying to run off and he threw the damned leash to the side of his closet.

I’m dying at this and the modern family reference hello?!

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[dreamauri]

I saw the can't pay rent with Max and it was so cute! Can you do one with Lando?

♪ — 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 lando norris x girlfriend! reader ( crack, fluff ) fic summary . . . Because pranking your boyfriend is fun, why not take it up a notch and give him a heart attack by telling him you can’t pay rent? Except—plot twist—you don’t even pay rent. But it’s Lando Norris, so of course, he falls for it . . . mostly

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Lando was sprawled on the couch, legs kicked up, aimlessly scrolling through his phone when you wandered into the living room, wearing your best distressed expression. He barely glanced up, but you knew he would the moment you dropped the bomb.

"Hey, uh… I don’t think I can pay rent this month."

Lando didn’t even blink, still staring at his screen. "You don’t even pay rent," he muttered, brows furrowing slightly before looking up at you.

You gasped, clutching your chest. "Excuse me? Yes, I do!"

He squinted at you, tilting his head like a confused golden retriever. "No, you don’t."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don’t—"

"Yes, I do, Lando! Every month!" You crossed your arms, trying to look as offended as possible. "What, do you think I just live here for free?"

His frown deepened, and now you had his full attention. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Wait… have you actually been paying rent?" he asked, sitting up straighter.

You nodded solemnly, biting your lip like you were holding back the crushing weight of financial stress.

Lando looked genuinely horrified. "One, you should not be paying rent." He started counting on his fingers. "Two, never pay rent again. Three, don't worry, I’ll pay the full rent this month—actually, every month. And four—what’s wrong? Why wouldn’t you be able to pay rent?"

You pressed your lips together, trying not to crack, but the sheer sincerity in his voice was making it so difficult.

"Things are just… tight, you know?" You sighed dramatically. "Expenses are adding up, and—"

"Expenses?! What expenses?! You don’t pay for anything here!" He gestured wildly at the apartment.

You shrugged. "Rent."

Lando’s mouth fell open, realization hitting him like a freight train. He stared at you for a second, then blinked, then stared again.

"You’re messing with me, aren’t you?"

You lost it, doubling over in laughter. "Took you long enough!"

His expression twisted into one of pure betrayal. "Wait a second—wait, wait, wait. Is this that stupid TikTok prank?"

Your lips twitched. "What TikTok prank?"

"You muppet!" Lando shot up from the couch, immediately chasing after you.

Squealing, you grabbed a pillow and smacked him in the chest, trying to fend him off. He barely flinched, catching your wrist and pulling you into him.

“You were scamming me!” he accused, punctuating his words with a kiss on your forehead.

“I wasn’t scamming you!” You gasped between laughs, trying to push him away.

“You were!” Another kiss, this time on your nose.

“You fell for it so hard.”

Lando groaned, shaking his head, but his hands stayed firm on your waist. “What am I going to do with you, hm? Making jokes like that? Scamming me?” He kissed you again, this time lingering against your lips.

“I prefer ‘playfully deceiving,’” you murmured, grinning against his mouth.

He chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

that type of dad .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Summary: sometimes, dads just aren't present enough. y/n would rather kill lando than let him become that kind of dad.

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the plane shuddered as they boarded, economy seats seeming just a tad too intimate after the first class lounge. y/n settled into the window seat, lando clumsily into the middle, a dad already outstretched in the aisle seat. across the thin gulf, a mom was attempting to calm two toddlers, a battle she was very much losing.

y/n sat by, watching it play out. one of the toddlers wanted a treat, the other a toy. both demanded mother's attention, pronto. meanwhile, the father snored on, a travel pillow draped round his neck.

"seriously?" y/n murmured under her breath to lando rather than to herself. "what an asshole."

lando, eyes wide with watchfulness, nodded.

as soon as the plane departed, the chorus of baby screams ensued. one yelled because his brother stole his blanket. the other bawled because he was supposed to have the window seat. the mother attempted to manage with snacks, toys, and pacifiers but to no avail. the father, bless him, slept undisturbed, now watching a film on his tablet.

y/n's muttering grew into full-fledged rant. "i swear, if we ever get kids, i am never letting you be that guy. never. one kid, one parent. that's the rule. no exceptions."

lando, who was imagining miniature versions of y/n and himself, just blinked. "yes, dear," he said quietly, a goofy smile spreading across his face.

the flight kept going, and so did the toddler chaos. one required a diaper change, the other became instantly hungry. the mom, frazzled, attempted to make her way through the miniature airplane restroom with a wiggling toddler clutched in her arms. the dad? he was now munching on a huge bag of chips, completely unaware of the chaos that was erupting around him.

y/n was seething. "i mean, come on! how can he just sit there? does he not hear the screaming? does he not see his wife struggling? if i didn't know better, i'd think he was a cardboard cutout of a dad."

lando, now picturing y/n as a mother, a small human between them, simply nodded again. "yes, dear," he echoed, his eyes twinkling.

y/n continued ranting the remainder of the flight. "and don't even get me started on sleeping arrangements. if we have two children, one sleeps with me, one sleeps with you. no discussion. i am not handling two toddlers alone. no way."

lando, lost in a daydream of y/n, a warm house, and two small ones, simply smiled. "yes, dear," he breathed, his heart full.

as the plane touched down, the mom was tired but relieved. the dad, well-rested and well-fed, stretched and took his bag. y/n glared at him as they disembarked.

"i mean it, lando," she told him, as they strode through the airport. "if you ever behave like that guy, i'm gone. i swear it."

lando, who was starting to plot their wedding in his mind, nodded simply. "yes, dear," he replied, holding out his hand to her. "i promise."

y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't help grinning. she knew he'd never be that type of dad. but it felt good to complain, to just get it all out. and lando? he didn't care. he was too busy being joyful that she was already making plans for their future, their kids. even if it meant a lot of "yes, dears" and an official split of childcare responsibilities. he could deal with that. he was a formula 1 driver, for crying out loud. pressure was his middle name. and y/n? she was his everything. even when she was yelling about bad dads on planes. especially then.

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yes, i know i was supposed to add y/n and lando helping the mom, but i forgot about it until after i wrote it. sorry. anyways, dee, this is for you. i hope you enjoy this! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

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[norrissm]

౨౿ BEHIND THE VISOR — LN4

lando norris x reader / est. relationship / library

syn. a compilation of moments of lando and his girlfriend during drive to survive season 7. none of the episodes are according to the actual dts season, i made em all up for the plot :)

[season 7 episode 1]

[scene: paddock walk, bahrain]

the cameras catch you walking beside lando, trying to keep up with his long strides. he’s mid-conversation with his engineer but still reaches back to grab your hand absentmindedly. “lando, mate, focus,” his engineer laughs.

“i am focused,” lando insists, barely sparing him a glance. “just also making sure she doesn’t get lost.” the editors cut to you rolling your eyes, but the mic picks up the way you mumble, “yeah, wouldn’t want to get left behind again.”

“one time!” lando groans, looking straight at the camera like it’s an episode of the office.

[episode 2]

[scene: pre-race grid, singapore]

the cameras catch you adjusting the collar of lando’s race suit while he stands still, arms at his sides. it’s a quick, quiet moment—one that’s almost drowned out by the chaos around you.

“you good?” you ask. lando nods but doesn’t let go of your wrist when you pull away. “yeah.”

the broadcast cuts to the starting grid, but fans later notice that just before he puts his helmet on, he taps the top of it twice—something he’s never done before.

[episode 3]

[scene: mclaren garage, monaco]

it’s been a tough quali for lando and he is slumped on the chair in the garage eyes lowered down and chest heaving from the heat in the cockpit. the camera shows you walking upto him and sitting down next to him, leaning forward to look at him in his eyes.

the camera catches you crouching beside him, peeling an orange for him.

lando only has enough energy to simply nod and jerk forward with a sigh at the pressure of the performance he has to put on tomorrow for a good result. the camera captures the quiet moment of unspoken support.

your hands coming behind him massaging his neck, lando leaning into the touch head thrown down. sometimes mumbling supportive words to him.

[episode 4]

[scene: paddock post race, silverstone]

lando won. lando had won the silverstone grand prix — his home race. the mclaren garage was a cacophony of screams and yells of happiness as the camera showed different montages of the shared joy.

it landed on you showing tears in your eyes and your folded hands covered your face, eyes bright staring at the screen looking at lando turn into his victory lap.

the camera stilled on you long enough to catch you send a prayer with your eyes closed and the biggest smile on your face. the next time you’re on screen it’s lando rushing towards you suit and helmet on, into your arms. you kiss his helmet and lando rubs your back.

twitter goes crazy when this clip drops.

[episode 5]

[scene: post-race debrief, japan]

it was a shitshow of a race. lando finished p9 after a last-lap battle that he should have won. the cameras catch the way he storms into the garage, jaw tight, hands curled into fists.

he yanks off his helmet and slams it onto the table. the crew gives him space, but you don’t. you’re already there, waiting, arms crossed.

“lando,” you say softly. “don’t,” he snaps, not looking at you.

the netflix mic catches the way you inhale sharply, but you don’t walk away. instead, you grab a towel and push it into his hands. “you need to breathe.” lando talks to you venting it out as the audio changes to background commentary— although his frustration was visible.

later, netflix editors choose not to include what he mutters next. “i just didn’t want to let you down.”

but lip-readers figure it out anyway.

[episode 6]

[scene: media pen, post-race, silverstone]

“lando, you had an incredible drive today. p1 at your home race! how are you feeling?”

lando, still a little breathless, grins at the sky before looking at the interviewer. “yeah, buzzing. car was mega, team did an amazing job. it’s just…” he trails off, looking past the camera.

the interviewer follows his gaze—to where you’re standing just outside the media pen, wearing one of his hoodies over your sundress, smiling at him. lando’s face softens, his whole demeanor shifting.

“yeah,” he says again, eyes still on you. “pretty good day.”

the internet loses its mind.

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[kathlare]

starting line

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: As the 2025 F1 season kicks off, Lando struggles with pre-race nerves in Melbourne, seeking comfort in a late-night call to Amelie.

Wordcount: 2.3 k

Warnings: smut

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March 16th, 2025 - Melbourne, Australia

Lando sat in his driver's room, bouncing his leg restlessly, fingers gripping the edge of the couch as he tried to focus on anything other than the way his stomach twisted itself into knots.

His first race of the season. The first race of 2025. And he felt like he was going to fucking throw up.

His mum and dad had been there, Flo too, all of them trying their best to be supportive, to tell him he was ready, that he was going to do great—but it wasn’t helping. If anything, it just made his nerves worse.

So, naturally, he’d kicked them out.

Now the room was quiet except for the distant hum of the paddock outside, the occasional crackle of a radio, and the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears. He ran a hand through his curls, exhaling sharply before pulling out his phone.

He hesitated for a moment before tapping the FaceTime icon next to Amelie’s name. It was 4 a.m. in Paris. He felt a little guilty, but not enough to stop himself from calling.

It rang once. Twice. Three times.

Then, finally, the screen lit up with Amelie’s half-asleep face, her hair a messy tangle against her pillow, eyes barely open.

—Lan…— she mumbled, voice heavy with sleep.

Lando let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Just seeing her face—half-asleep, slightly grumpy, and still the prettiest thing he’d ever fucking seen—made his chest loosen a bit.

—Hey, baby— he said, voice quieter than usual.

She hummed, stretching slightly, and Lando could hear the rustling of blankets as she shifted. —Do you know what time it is?—

—I do…— he admitted, rubbing a hand over his face. —But you love me, so you’re not mad, right?—

Amelie squinted at him. —Debatable. If this call isn’t life or death, I might have to break up with you.—

Lando let out a small laugh, shaking his head. —It’s life or death, promise. I think I might be dying.—

That got her attention. She blinked, pushing herself up onto one elbow, her face coming into clearer view as she adjusted her phone.

—What’s wrong? What happened?—

Lando hesitated for a second, then sighed. —I’m fucking nervous, Ames. Like, bad. My stomach’s a mess, my head won’t shut up, and I feel like if I go out there right now, I’ll just fuck everything up.—

Amelie’s expression softened immediately, the sleepiness in her face replaced by something tender, something so inherently her.

—Oh, Lan…— she murmured, voice warm despite the early hour.

She reached for her phone and propped it up against something, clearly trying to wake up properly now. Lando could see Benny sprawled out at the foot of her bed, half-awake but content. Björn, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen—probably plotting his next crime.

—Talk to me, baby— Amelie said, resting her chin on her hand. —What’s going on in that overthinking little brain of yours?—

Lando let out a shaky breath, leaning back against the couch. —I don’t know. I just… I want this year to be the year, you know? I want to start strong. I want to fight for it. But I feel like I’m fucking choking before I even get in the car.—

Amelie tilted her head slightly, studying him. Then, after a second, she said, —Okay, but let’s be real for a second. When have you ever choked when it really mattered?—

Lando huffed. —Plenty of times.—

She rolled her eyes. —No, you haven’t. You stress, you panic, you complain, and then you get in the car and you fucking kill it. Every single time. It’s literally what you do.—

Lando stayed quiet, fingers tapping against his knee.

Amelie sighed, sitting up properly now. The sheets slipped down her arms, and Lando caught a glimpse of the old McLaren hoodie she was wearing—one of his, obviously.

—Listen to me, Lan— she said, her voice softer now. —You’re ready for this. I know it, and you know it. You’ve been waiting months to get back in that car and show everyone what you can do. So stop getting in your own head and do what you always do. Just drive.—

Lando swallowed. He hated how well she knew him, how easily she could cut through all the bullshit and pull him back down to earth.

—Yeah?— he murmured.

Amelie nodded. —Yeah. And also, if you don’t, I will personally fly to Melbourne and kick your ass, so… there’s that.—

Lando let out a small laugh, shaking his head. —Noted.—

For a moment, they just looked at each other, the silence stretching out comfortably between them. Then Amelie let out a small yawn, rubbing at her eyes.

—I was supposed to wake up at five to watch the race, you know. You robbed me of an hour of sleep.—

Lando smirked. —I’ll make it up to you.—

—Damn right, you will.—

He exhaled again, but this time, the anxiety wasn’t suffocating—it was still there, lingering at the edges, but Amelie had managed to shrink it down, make it something he could live with.

—Thanks, Ames— he murmured, voice softer now.

She smiled, eyes warm even through the screen. —Always, baby. Now go be fast and make me proud.—

Lando grinned. —Yes, ma’am.—

And just like that, he felt ready.

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mclaren: A RACE WIN TO START 2025! 🔥

What a drive, @lando 👏

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ameliedayman:THE drive. 👏🔥🏎️ The man can never be stopped. I’m so proud of you, baby. You’re unstoppable. 😘💜 → lucy_james_07: @ameliedayman Did she just call him baby in the comments? 😭💀 → landoisbae: @ameliedayman Can’t wait for them to post a pic together now 😏💘

alexwolffofficial: Yasssssssss!!! The GOAT 🐐🔥 Now, when’s the afterparty?? 😂 → landonotfound: @alexwolffofficial Alex always with the hype! Let’s gooo!! 🍻

landoislife96: I love how people are STILL focused on him and Amelie, like let the man breathe. He’s an incredible driver. 🏆

f1queen_7: YES LANDO! First race of the season and he already came in hot 🔥 → lanmelie_4ever: @f1queen_7 You know what this means, right? They’re gonna be on top all year!! Lando’s finally gonna be world champion 💯🏆

f1hatersanonymous: Ugh, can someone PLEASE explain how Lando won when he’s always getting lucky?! Does he even deserve it? 🙄

notmclarenfan: Lando really out here acting like he's the next Hamilton 🙄 I guess we just need to wait and see how long this lasts. → landosfanatics: @notmclarenfan Sweetie, we’ve been waiting since 2019. This is HIS year 🙌

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The hotel room, a luxurious suite overlooking the Melbourne skyline, felt strangely empty. Lando tossed his cap onto the plush armchair, the adrenaline of his victory still buzzing in his veins. He’d just won the Australian Grand Prix, the first race of the 2025 season, a perfect start to what he hoped would be a championship-winning year. He’d spent the evening celebrating with his family, the warmth of their pride a comforting balm after the intensity of the race. But now, alone, his thoughts drifted to Amelie.

He picked up his phone, scrolling through his messages until he found her name. He hesitated for a moment, then pressed the FaceTime button.

The phone rang twice before Amelie’s face filled the screen, her smile bright and radiant. She was in her hotel room in Paris, the soft glow of the city lights reflecting in her eyes.

—Well, well, well,— she drawled, her voice teasing. —Look who it is. My very own leading world champion.—

Lando grinned, the sound of her voice instantly easing the tension in his shoulders. —Hey, Ames. Missed me?—

—Missed you?— she scoffed, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. —Darling, I’ve been glued to the screen all day. I practically jumped out of my skin when you crossed that finish line. You were incredible, Lan. Absolutely incredible.—

—Thanks, Ames,— he said, his voice softening. —It means a lot, especially coming from you.—

—You deserve it,— she replied, her smile widening. —Every single bit of it. You worked so hard for this, and it showed. I’m so proud of you.—

—I wish you were here to celebrate with me,— he murmured, his gaze softening as he took in her image on the screen. —It’s not the same without you.—

—I know, baby,— she said, her voice filled with sympathy. —But we’ll celebrate properly in Japan. I promise. Until then, we’ll have to make do with this.—

She shifted slightly, adjusting the angle of her phone, and Lando’s breath hitched. She was wearing a silk robe, the soft fabric clinging to her curves, and the sight of her sent a wave of heat through him.

—Making do?— he repeated, his voice husky. —I think we can do better than that.—

Amelie’s eyes darkened, a playful smirk curving her lips. —Oh, really?— she purred. —And what do you suggest, Mr. World Champion?—

—I suggest you show me how much you appreciate my victory,— he said, his voice dropping an octave. —I’ve got a feeling you have a very special award for me.—

Amelie let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. —You’re insufferable,— she teased, though her voice was thick with desire. —But you’re right. I do have something for you.—

She reached for the tie of her robe, her fingers slowly tracing the knot. Lando’s gaze followed her movements, his breath catching in his throat as she began to unravel the silk.

—Tell me what you want, Lan,— she whispered, her voice a low, seductive murmur. —Tell me how much you want me.—

—I want you, Ames,— he groaned, his voice rough with desire. —God, I want you so much. I want to feel your skin against mine, your lips on mine. I want to hear you scream my name.—

Amelie’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as she listened to his words. —You’re so dirty,— she breathed, her voice barely audible. —And I love it.—

She let the robe fall open, revealing the curves of her body, the soft skin that he knew so well. Lando’s eyes darkened, his gaze tracing every inch of her, his imagination running wild.

—You’re so beautiful, Ames,— he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. —So fucking beautiful.—

—Show me how much you want me, Lan,— she whispered, her voice husky. —Show me how much you need me.—

Lando’s hand moved to his own clothes, his fingers fumbling with the buttons as he shed his shirt, his pants. He wanted her, needed her, the ache in his body a burning reminder of their separation.

—I need you, Ames,— he groaned, his voice raw with desire. —I need you more than anything.—

The air crackled with unspoken desires, the distance between them shrinking with every whispered word, every shared breath. Amelie’s fingers traced the curves of her own body, her touch slow and deliberate, igniting a fire within her.

—Tell me what to do, Lan,— she purred, her voice a seductive whisper. —Tell me how to touch myself for you.—

—Touch yourself, Ames,— he commanded, his voice rough. —Touch yourself like you want me inside you. Show me how wet you are for me.—

Amelie’s breath hitched, her eyes darkening with desire. She reached down, her fingers slipping between her legs, her touch igniting a wave of pleasure.

—Oh god, Lan,— she gasped, her voice thick with arousal. —I’m so wet for you. So fucking wet.—

—That’s it, baby,— he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. —Just like that. Show me how much you want it.—

He watched her, his own body thrumming with desire, his imagination filling in the blanks, the image of her beneath him, her body moving against his, fueling his own arousal.

—Fuck, Ames,— he groaned, his hand moving to his own body, his touch rough and urgent. —You’re driving me crazy.—

—Tell me what you’re doing, Lan,— she whispered, her voice breathy. —Tell me how much you like it.—

—I’m touching myself, Ames,— he confessed, his voice thick with lust. —I’m touching myself and thinking about you, about how good you feel wrapped around me. I’m thinking about how much I want to bury myself inside you.—

Amelie’s moans filled the room, her body trembling as she reached the edge of pleasure. —Oh god, Lan,— she cried out, her voice raw with desire. —I’m so close.—

—Come for me, Ames,— he commanded, his voice rough. —Scream my name.—

Amelie’s body convulsed, her cries echoing through the hotel room. Lando followed her, his own release a guttural groan, his body shuddering as he spilled his own seed.

They lay there, their breaths mingling, the aftershocks of their shared pleasure still thrumming through their bodies. A comfortable silence settled over them, broken only by the soft sounds of their breathing.

—God, Ames,— Lando murmured, his voice husky. —That was… incredible.—

—You too, Lan,— she breathed, her voice soft. —You too.—

—I wish you were here,— he said, his voice filled with longing. —I wish I could hold you in my arms right now.—

—Me too, baby,— she replied, her voice filled with sympathy. —But we’ll see each other soon. Japan is just around the corner.—

—I’m counting down the days,— he confessed, his voice low. —Every single one of them.—

They talked for a while longer, their conversation filled with soft words and whispered promises. The distance between them seemed to shrink with every shared moment, their connection a tangible force that transcended the miles.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed them, and they drifted off to sleep, the image of each other’s faces etched in their minds, the promise of their reunion a comforting warmth in the quiet of the night.

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lando: some start ay

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ameliedayman: MY WINNER. MY CHAMPION. MY PROBLEM. 🏆💙 → lando: @ameliedayman You were LITERALLY screaming on the phone, don’t lie. → ameliedayman: @lando I was being supportive?? Let me love you in peace???

lanmelieupdates: NOT THE FACETIME WITH AMELIE 😭😭 they are so obsessed with each other it’s sickening (I need more).

f1dramaqueen: Bro flexing the trophy AND his girlfriend in one post, I fear he’s at his peak. → jules_thef1fan: @f1dramaqueen And the worst part? He’s only going UP from here. → f1shadylurker: @f1dramaqueen I just KNOW they had the nastiest call after this.

alexwolffofficial: Congrats, champ! So when’s the “Amelie flew to Australia” announcement? → lando: @alexwolffofficial Don’t tempt her… she’s THIS close.

hatersunited: I don't care what anyone says, Lando is NOT winning the championship.

landoverthing: THE FACETIME PHOTO??? HELLO??? AMELIE WAS PROBABLY KICKING HER FEET AND GIGGLING LIKE US.

maxfewtrell: Wow, first race and you’re already getting cocky. Proud of you, mate 🏆 → lando: @maxfewtrell You wouldn’t expect anything less, would you? 😌

mclarensnumber1: Can’t wait for the post-race Amelie chaos. If she flies to Australia randomly, we’ll know why 😏 → lanmelie4life: @mclarensnumber1 She’s literally one bad impulse away from booking a flight.

oscarpiastri: Alright, alright, I’ll admit it, that was a sick drive. Just don’t get used to winning in Australia 😏 → lando: @oscarpiastri Oh, it’s already feeling quite comfy here, mate 🇦🇺

notafanoflando: Winning one race doesn't mean he's WDC material, y'all are getting ahead of yourselves 🙄

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Kinktober 21/10/2024 Lando Norris - Cockwarming

Plot: Clingy Lando will do absolutely anything to feel close to you, even when he’s streaming.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, dry humping, Cockwarming, p in v etc 18+ Minors DNI

You get home after a long gruelling day of modelling for Calvin Klein, you were in and out of a super cold dressing room infront of the hot lights and camera and you were exhausted and really just wanted a massive cuddle from you boyfriend.

However, once you got further into yours and Landos apartment you could hear the sound the familiar sound of your boyfriends laughter and his loud voice shouting the apartment down. You were happy Lando had the money to soundproof the outer walls but the whole apartment you could hear everything through, which made steam by night when friends where staying over a bit of an issue for you, Lando of course never cared and was happy to show all his friends how well he treated you.

From the short conversation you could hear before he got to the door you could make out that he was streaming with Ginge and Max. You knock on the door pretty loudly and things go quiet until you hear the roll of his chair wheels and the padding of his feet.

“Ahhhh baby, you’re back! How was your day?” He says kissing your head before pulling you back to look at you. And immediately a frown comes over his face when he sees yours.

It was one thing you loved and hated about your boyfriend. He could read you like a book and he always knew when something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, what happened?” He asks sorry evident in his tone.

“Nothing, just a long day. Pretty tired and I just wanna be with you” you say softly smiling at him shyly.

“Come in and sit with me then. You can talk to Ginge and Max too” he offers and you shake your head. You didn’t really feel like socialising with anyone but Lando, you were too exhausted from all the people and the hustle and bustle they had caused at the studio today.

“Don’t wanna see anyone, just you. I don’t wanna be on camera either. Just wanna be close to you right now” you admit with a sigh and he nods. He holds his finger up to indicate to wait there and he comes back only 20 seconds later.

“I turned the camera off and you don’t have to speak to anyone. You can just sit in my lap yeah?” He asks with a smile and you nod, a smile finally gracing yours. You walk in with him seeing his game is paused on one monitor and chat going so quickly you can hardly see what people are saying just catching a few

Camera gone? 🥹

What happened? 🙁

Where did bob go?

He takes a seat in his chair and pats his lap, you join him sitting on his lap, facing the desk watching his monitor as his arms comes round either side of you to reach mouse and keyboard.

“WHERE ARE YOU” you can hear Ginge’s voice through the headphones making you stifle a laugh. Lando unmutes and kisses your shoulder.

“Sorry, Y/N came home and she’s had a bit of a bad day guys and she wanted to come sit with me” Lando explains chat starting to floods with your names and various comments of asking to put the ‘pretty woman’ which is apparently you, on screen for them too see.

“No chat. She’s not feeling her best today, so she’s just sitting with me until I’ve finished for the day. So you all need to behave” he explains and chat floods with nice and kind messages for you telling you to get better and hope you have a better day tomorrow which you know you will as you and Lando will have you ‘rot day’ as you both like to call it.

Eventually it gets too hard sitting in Landos lap normally, your hair was in the way of your arms were pushing him back in the chair and so he asked you to spin round so that you were straddling him.

You straddle his lap leaning into him, so your head was laying in the crevice of his neck and shoulder and just listen to him stream. You always loved his voice it was so flaming to you.

Eventually you start to get a little needy. Whether it was because you hadn’t seen him in so long or it was the way you were straddling him. And you knew it was bad, so bad but you couldn’t help it when you shifted forward and heard a small little groan from him. It was a natural one that could have been put off a him getting annoyed with the game. So you tested it again.

And again and again, working yourself up.

He just smiles at you, watching your movement. And you wanted more of a reaction from him, you needed him and you wanted to feel closer to him. Skin to skin contact was something both you and Lando loved and right now there was too much in the way for that.

You continue going in at a better angle and he nearly moans but covers it with a cough, that was suspicious and before he can get away with it of course Ginge queries it, having been present to yours and Landos clinginess in person.

He explain that he just had something caught in his throat just as he died which everyone seems to believe. He mutes his mic, trying to look at you with a teasing look on his face.

“Be a good girl okay? If you want to be closer for it, go for it but no noise okay and you stay still until I say so” he says and you nod, a happy grin on your face.

You slip his cock out, pulling your own panties to the side before you sink down onto him, your thighs burning at first from holding you up at this angle but once you finally bottom out a sigh of relief comes from you.

Lando shifts only once to help himself get into a comfort position knowing he’s in this for the long run and that he’ll be like this for a while longer before he unmutes and goes back to talking to his friends and playing his game.

The feeling of his cock inside you, just sitting there makes you incredibly happy. You can’t even describe that close feeling you get. You and Lando actually loved to cockwarm. Whenever you were home watching a movie and cuddling his dick would just happen to slip inside you and stay there until the credits rolled. Or like now when he was streaming… it was just something so pleasurable and nice that didn’t require any effort at all.

You could feel every crevice and vein that was against your walls. Your head remained in the crevice of his neck while you stay sat still in his lap, breathing in and out slowly. Your breathing regulates and eventually you fall asleep on top of him.

As far as Cockwarming had gone you usually had some kind of entertainment and you weren’t this tired and so you never had actually fallen asleep with Lando where he was inside you. Moving every now and then when he got a kill and he celebrated, a hand coming onto your bum as he lurched forward with a cheer of glory.

In your soft slumber you can barley hear him having fun with his friends your just letting the day escape from your mind and being in the arms of your favourite person.

You wake up as a forceful jolt sends Landos dick up into you, hitting that soft spongey place you liked a groaned moan coming from you.

“Ah oop that the princess awake. I’m going to have to cut it here guys as I think it’s time for dinner” he says as he ends the stream, leaves discord and shuts of his PC all while you wake up.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, wanting to feel him immediately.

And let’s just say, that night ended much better than you’d anticipated.

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