#lando norris fluff

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who's he?- l.norris

summary: you've always been more famous, but now jack whitehall has decided to address it

pairing: lando norris x fem! moviestar! reader

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You sat beside Lando, giggling beside him as the night went on, awkward and long. F175 was a good idea on paper, but it was also the most hunger games-esque things you’d ever seen, and every single person there could feel the awkward and uncomfortable air in the room. 

He reached over and grabbed your hand to play with while Jack Whitehall made his way through the tables as the Williams car was revealed. 

“You alright?” you asked, leaning in to him. 

He nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “All good.”

He was doing great. 2024 had been the hardest season of his life, and he genuinely couldn’t have done it without you. Every time he came home and saw you there, taking time out of your own busy schedule to make him feel better, it meant the world to him. He was eternally grateful. 

Jack pulled up a chair beside the two of you, getting ready for the interview. “Evening guys,” he smiled, settling in beside you. The Williams reveal was over, the lights came up again, and the camera was turned to Lando, Jack and you. 

“Give it up for my main man James Vowels!” There was a break for cheering. “Now, there is only one person I want to talk to tonight,” he announced into the microphone and the crowd went wild. They thought he meant Lando. “Y/n Y/l/n!” 

The stadium erupted in laughter as Lando got cut out of the camera angle, zoning in on your and Jack. Beside you, Lando was laughing harder than anyone, squeezing your hand as he giggled uncontrollably. You were pretty famous, being a huge movie star. At the beginning of your relationship back in 2021, everyone was a bit confused on why you’d picked him, since F1 wasn’t huge back then. Ever since then there’s always been jokes about how he’s less relevant than you, or less famous, etc. Honestly, you find them hilarious.

“Y/n, how are you feeling about tonight, have you ever seen anything like this?” he asked.

“No, I have not,” you smiled, trying to hold in your own laughter. 

“How does it compare to the Oscars?” 

“There’s usually less drummers, for sure,” you joked and the crowd laughed. “But yes, I am very excited to be here.” 

“Do you think Lando’s taking it away this year?” 

You turned to Lando and he smirked, shaking his head. “I hope so,” you shrugged, turning back to Jack. 

“I won’t be famous enough if I don’t,” Lando added, giggling into the microphone. 

“Mate let’s be honest you were never famous enough for her,” Jack teased. “I hope you win this year for your sake,” both you and Lando were uncontrollably laughing now. “So, how was your break? Got a chance to Netflix and Chill?” 

A boom mic was lowered into your face. 

“We did, y’know,” Lando nodded, pushing the boom away. “Wankers.” 

“Please do not curse Lando,” Jack chuckled. 

“That's not a curse word,” he smiled cheekily. “But yeah, we had a nice break. We spent some time with our families and friends, and we went to see Daniel in Perth as well, which was great.”

“You and Daniel are quite close, aren’t you Y/n?” he mused. 

“Yeah, I’ve worked with his partner a lot before, so we’re pretty close.”

“And he introduced us,” Lando added and you nodded. 

“Wow! Daniel Riccardo the match-maker, will he be officiating at your wedding?” Jack asked, referencing the fact that there were a lot of engagement rumours over the break for the two of you. 

You looked down at your hand confused then held it up for the cameras, showing no engagement ring on your finger, then looking at Lando confused, who giggled. 

“It’s on my to-do list, alright?” he chuckled. 

“Better be soon, or else you’ll be too irrelevant to marry her,” Jack joked. “And now, we have the wonderful Kane Brown, give it up!” 

The cameras turned to the singer, and Lando smiled at you. 

“It’s a good idea,” he whispered. “Asking Daniel.” 

“I don’t see a ring on my finger, Norris,” you pointed out again. 

“Soon,” he nodded, sincerity in his eyes. “So soon.”

“I'll believe it when I see it,” you chuckled, but you knew he was serious.

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Norris Girls

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: none

If Lando were to ask, in his perfect world, his girls wouldn't go to kindergarten, and they'd be homeschooled later on. If he were to ask, you wouldn't be working either. Your main and only job would be to pack up the girls and follow him around the world so he could have you around non-stop. But unfortunately for Lando, that's not the case.

After you had Izzy, you couldn't wait to get back to work and get away from home. You loved being a mom to your girls, but considering that you were mostly alone with the two of them, it eventually became too much.

Besides, you wanted to give them as normal a childhood as possible. Although there was no need for the two of them to go to any kind of kindergarten, you decided that you wanted them both to go so that they could socialize and adjust to school more easily later.

Adjusting to kindergarten was quite easy for Isla and didn't take long, considering that Isla is four years old and very outgoing and sociable, while Izzy, who is only two years old and is the complete opposite of Isla, had a bit more difficulty adjusting.

One of the problems was that they were not in the same kindergarten group, given that they were of different ages. While Isla enjoyed spending time with her peers, Izzy would cry every day when she arrived at the daycare, and when you would come to pick her up, her eyes would sparkle with happiness.

Pre-season preparations were already in full swing and Lando already had his hands full. For him, vacation was long over and every day he was more and more prevented from spending as much time as he wanted with you at home.

Today, Lando was returning from a business trip and went straight to the daycare to pick up Izzy and then Isla. He was in a hurry to get there on time, but due to the traffic jam he was a little late, so every kid left earlier than Izzy.

When Lando entered the room, Izzy didn't immediately notice him because her back was turned to him. His heart broke when he saw her sitting on a small chair at a small table playing with some blocks, patiently waiting for someone to come pick her up and go home. He stopped for a moment and silently observed her.

"Izzy? Look who is here." The young teacher said making Izzy quickly turn to look behind her.

The moment her eyes met Lando's, Izzy burst into tears.

"Daddy.." Overwhelmed with emotion, she rushed from her chair toward him. At the same time, she was crying because she hadn't seen him in a few days and because, of course, she wanted to go home as soon as possible.

"Hey, baby" He knelt as she ran into his arms.

"Daddy" She kept saying crying into his neck.

"Is my little girl ready to go home?" He asked rubbing her back and kissing the side of her head.

"Yeah" She sobbed.

"It's okay, it's okay" He comforted her. "Why are you crying?" He asked putting her cheeks between his hands.

"I-I missed you, da-daddy" She said looking up at him with her big teary eyes.

"I missed you too, munchkin" He said picking her up in his arms.

"Daddy's girl, isn't she?" The teacher commented.

"All mine" He smiled proudly kissing her cheek before saying goodbye to the teacher and heading toward the car.

"Did you play with other kids today, baby?" He asked while putting her in the car seat.

"A yitto"

"A little?" Lando chuckled. "Did you have fun?"

"No"

"Why not?" He asked as he buckled her seat.

""I yike bein' wif you mowe."

Lando's eyes almost filled with tears at Izzy's words. He bent his head toward her and showered her face with soft kisses. "I like being with you too, baby. We have a whole week together in front of us, I promise"

"Otay"

When Lando and Izzy came to Isla's kindergarten to pick her up, Lando almost fainted when he heard that she wasn't there, knowing she should be.

"What do you mean she left?" Lando scoffed. "Did my wife pick her up?"

"No, it wasn't mrs Norris, it was a man that was already-"

"A what?!" Lando's eyes widened in disbelief. He didn't even let the woman finish her sentence, and the worst-case scenarios were already running through his head.

"Oh, no, no-" The poor woman was so confused when she realized what it sounded like.

"Who came to pick up my daughter?! How could you possibly let anyone but me or my wife come to pick up our daughter?!" Lando wouldn't let her get the word out.

"Mr. Norris, please calm down." The woman said a bit frightened. "Last week Mrs. Norris came with a man named Max to pick up your daughter and the gentleman left his personal information. Your wife said that in case she or you were ever unable to come, Mr. Max would come. I forgot his last name, but he showed me his ID and I remembered his face. I swear I would never put any child in danger and give it to a stranger, including your daughter."

As soon as Lando heard the name Max, a stone fell from his heart, but at the same time he turned red with shame and he immediately started apologizing to the poor woman.

"I am.." Lando sighed running his hands through his hair. "I'm so sorry. My wife didn't inform me about it and I reacted in the moment.."

As he drove, Lando couldn't stop thinking about how he had snapped at that woman. His thoughts also wandered to dark places like what if some stranger had really come for your daughter and taken her to who knows where. It was one of Lando's biggest fears that he couldn't shake from his mind all the way home.

"Daddy!!" Isla squealed with delight when Izzy and Lando entered the house.

He put Izzy down and grabbed Isla lifting her up as she ran into his arms. "Hey, pumpkin" He hugged her tighter to calm his thoughts from earlier. "I missed you" He said nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

"Look what I got" She said, showing him a new toy he hadn't seen before.

"Wow, who got you that?"

"Mom bought it for me"

"It's awesome, baby. Where is mom anyway?"

"Mom's here" You said as you appeared in the hallway. "She is waiting for her husband, whom she loves so much that she even made him his favorite lunch, which is already waiting for him on the table."

"Oh, yeah? If she loved her husband as much as she says she would have informed me that Max had permission to pick up our daughter from daycare." Lando smirked as he pulled you towards him into a hug and pressed his lips against yours.

"I didn't tell you that?"

"No, you didn't tell me that, so I attacked the teacher in the most wonderful way there is."

"Lan..you didn't.."

"Yup, I did. I insulted her before I even let her finish her sentence.." Lando said embarrassed, hiding his head in your neck. "You know that's your fault, right?"

"I know and I can't wait to face miss Jones on Monday" You said rolling your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'll put her apology gift on your card just so you know."

"Make it generous, I'll survive"

When you were all ready to sit down at the table to have lunch, Lando wanted to check with his older daughter her knowledge about stranger danger so he decided to ask her some questions.

"If a stranger says, hey little girl you wanna come see the puppies in my car?, what do you say?" Lando asked Isla who was sitting across from him and peacfully enjoying her spaghetti.

"Um, yeah" She nonchalantly replied to which Lando lost his appetite.

"No.."

"Or yes..?" She asked raising her eyebrow.

"No, baby, no!" Lando started sweating. You watched them from the side trying not to laugh even though it really wasn't funny, but Isla's confusion was kind of funny.

"..si?" Isla tried in spanish and that's when you lost it.

"No, we don't switch the languages!" Lando said before turning to you to scold you for laughing. "Y/n, that's not funny?"

"I'm sorry, I know it's not. It's just that I think our daughter is a smart little girl and I trust her. She just got confused a little"

"Well, that's what I thought too, until now at least." Lando quickly switched to full protective parental mode. "Isla, baby, we never, ever, ever talk to strangers and we don't follow anyone we don't know, okay? That is not safe!"

"But what about the puppies? I love puppies, daddy" She said innocently, slurping a piece of spaghetti into her mouth.

"Oh this is going to be such a long day.." Lando sighed wiping away the beads of sweat that had already formed on his forehead.

"Lan, it's alright, calm down. We'll deal with it."

"What if my boyfriend is asking that? Can I go with him?" Isla asked sending Lando into an additional unexpected shock.

"Oh my God.." He whimpered looking at you.

"Yuck!" Suddenly Izzy spoke up after hearing the word boyfriend. Lando worked hard to teach both Izzy and Isla that boyfriend means yuck, but it seems that only one of his daughters remembered it.

"See? Someone is actually listening to me. That's how we do it! Good job, baby" Lando said giving Izzy a kiss on the cheek. "And you missy, you better eat that spaghetti quickly because you're about to have a whole lecture about people we don't know. Don't even get me started about boyfriends!"

And you knew it would be just like Lando said, one very very long day ahead of you.

[satellite-evans]

all I need

Pairing: Lando Norris x driver!reader

Summary: Lando gets furiuos when you get fined for swearing after your crash.

Word count: 2.9k+

Warnings: fluff, swearing, injuries, angry lando

Request : Hi could I please request a lando x reader fic where the reader is a driver and she gets in a big crash and the team radio is like asking if she is okay and shes like answers after a bit and is in pain because she just CRASHED and then she accidentally swears on radio and she gets fined and the media is going crazy and like lando is just being a good protective boyfriend and is defending her in interviews and stuff? Thanks!! xoxo - anon 🍟

A/N:

Hi love, thank you so much for sending in a request and trusting me enough to write your idea!! I hope I did it justice xxx

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

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One moment, everything is fine—you’re fighting for position, pushing the car to its absolute limit, heart pounding with adrenaline as you navigate the treacherous corners. The next, it all goes horribly wrong.

The rear tires lose grip. A sharp twitch, then a full spin. Time slows, but your mind races. Your hands react on instinct, desperately trying to correct, but it’s too late. The world outside the cockpit blurs in a sickening whirl of colors—track, barriers, sky. Then nothing but gut-wrenching weightlessness as the car lifts off the ground.

The impact is catastrophic. Metal shrieks against metal, carbon fiber shatters like glass. The force slams through your body, rattling bones, squeezing air from your lungs. Pain flares—sharp, immediate—radiating from your ribs, your shoulders, your skull as the cockpit jolts to a brutal stop. Static crackles in your helmet.

For a moment, everything is eerily still. Your pulse roars in your ears, drowning out the stunned gasps from the crowd, the commentary scrambling to make sense of what just happened. Your breath is ragged, shallow. The world tilts nauseatingly around you.

Then, the radio buzzes to life.

"Y/N, Y/N, are you okay?!" David's voice is urgent, bordering on frantic. There’s a tightness to it you’ve never heard before, and that alone terrifies you more than the crash itself.

You try to respond, but pain flares when you shift. A groan escapes before you can stop it. Your fingers fumble for the radio button, and when you finally manage to press it, your voice comes out weak, breathless.

"Fuck—yeah, I think so." A cough, a wince. "That hurt."

Across the track, in his car, Lando watches it all unfold in real-time. His stomach drops, breath catching as he sees your car crumple against the barriers. His knuckles go white around the steering wheel, heart hammering painfully against his ribs. The images flash across the big screens, slow-motion replays dissecting the crash from every angle. He can’t tear his eyes away.

Is she okay? Is she responding?!" His voice is laced with panic, the desperation evident.

His race engineer hesitates. "We're waiting on confirmation, Lando. Focus on the race."

But how the hell is he supposed to do that? The car, the track, the championship—all of it fades. Right now, none of it matters except you.

His grip on the steering wheel tightens. "Please—can you keep me updated? I need to know if she's okay." His voice wavers just slightly, the emotion threatening to spill over.

A pause. Then, softer, "We will, Lando. Just focus for now."

He exhales sharply, forcing himself to keep driving, but his eyes keep flicking to the screens around the circuit, searching for any sign of movement from you. His heart pounds as he waits—praying to hear your voice again.

A beat of silence stretches after your message. Then, Race Control’s voice cuts through.

"Y/N, reminder that all radio transmissions are broadcasted live. Watch the language."

Despite everything, a strained, breathy laugh escapes you. "Yeah, yeah, noted. Ow."

The medical car is already pulling up, orange lights flashing, marshals swarming the wreckage. You can hear them shouting, their voices urgent but professional. Someone taps on the side of your cockpit, checking for a response. Your fingers twitch, slow and uncoordinated, but you give them a thumbs-up.

The crowd, stunned into silence, exhales as one. The commentators try to fill the dead air with reassurances, but the tension is thick. On social media, the crash is already going viral—clips looping endlessly, speculation running rampant.

The straps of your harness dig into your bruised shoulders as the adrenaline begins to wear off, replaced by a dull, spreading ache that makes every breath feel like a struggle. The world around you is a cacophony of noise—sirens wailing, the frantic chatter of the marshals, the dull roar of the crowd beyond the barriers—but it all feels distant, muffled by the ringing in your ears.

"Try not to move too much," one of the medical staff instructs gently, his gloved hands already working to unbuckle you from the mangled remains of your car. "Can you feel everything?"

You give a small, shaky nod. "Yeah," you breathe, wincing as you shift slightly. "Just sore. Really sore."

The relief on his face is immediate, but the tension in the air remains. They move carefully, extracting you from the cockpit as gingerly as possible. As soon as you're free, your knees threaten to buckle, but strong arms catch you before you hit the ground.

"You’re alright, we’ve got you," another voice reassures, steadying you as they guide you toward the waiting medical car. The flash of cameras in the distance, the low hum of anxious murmurs from the pit lane—it all feels surreal.

The moment the checkered flag waves, Lando doesn’t care about anything else. Not the debrief, not the podium celebrations—none of it matters. His car screeches to a halt in parc fermé, barely lined up properly, but he’s already halfway out before the engine even fully shuts down. His hands rip off his steering wheel, then his helmet, tossing it aside as he breaks into a full sprint toward the medical center.

His lungs burn, but he doesn’t slow down. The only thing driving him forward is the sheer panic gripping his chest. His mind replays the crash on an agonizing loop—the way your car crumpled, how long it took for you to respond, the thought of losing you was eating him alive. He pushes past team personnel, ignoring their calls, shoving the medical center doors open with enough force to make them slam against the walls.

"Where is she?" His voice is sharp, almost desperate.

A nurse barely has time to react before he spots you. Sitting on the edge of the examination bed, bruised and battered, your race suit scuffed with streaks of dirt and dried blood. Your arm is wrapped around your ribs, and there’s a gash just below your glove, crimson seeping through the fabric. Your right knee is swollen, and every inhale looks like it stings.

But you’re alive.

Lando exhales a shuddering breath, his entire body sagging with relief. He crosses the room in seconds, reaching you like you might disappear if he doesn’t move fast enough. Without hesitation, he takes your hand, gripping it tightly like an anchor. His fingers ghost over your bruised knuckles, his touch impossibly gentle.

"Jesus, Y/N…" His voice is hoarse, cracking under the weight of the fear still clinging to him.

You manage a small, tired smile despite the pain. "I’m fine. Trust me, it’s not as bad as it looks."

His jaw clenches, eyes scanning you like he doesn’t quite believe you. "Not as bad as it looks? You scared the hell out of me. Don’t do that again. Ever."

The intensity of his words makes your chest tighten—not just from the bruises, but from the raw emotion behind them. You squeeze his hand, grounding him.

Later, after the doctors clear you—bruised ribs, mild concussion, but nothing broken—you limp out of the medical center, Lando’s arm wrapped protectively around your waist. Every step sends a dull ache through your body, but at least you’re standing.

David intercepts you, shifting awkwardly on his feet. "So, uh… don’t shoot the messenger, but you’re getting a fine for the team radio."

You blink. "You’re kidding, right?"

Before David can even answer, Lando scoffs, disbelief flashing across his face. "She just survived a high-speed crash, and they’re fining her for swearing? Seriously?"

David sighs, handing over the paperwork with an apologetic shrug. "Yeah… FIA wasn’t too happy. Regulations and all."

You stare at the notice for a beat before letting out a tired, incredulous laugh. "Yeah, okay. Next time I crash at 200 mph, I’ll be sure to say ‘gosh darn it’ instead."

Lando shakes his head, jaw tight with frustration. "Unbelievable."

But instead of dwelling on it, he just pulls you in closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The warmth of his embrace eases some of the lingering tension in your body. "Don’t worry about it, love. If they want to fine you for being human, let them. You’re still the toughest person I know."

You smile, leaning into him, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. Because at the end of the day, a fine means nothing when you still have Lando by your side.

And, as expected, the media goes absolutely wild.

"Formula 1 Driver Y/N Y/L/N Fined After Shocking Radio Message Post-Crash!"

"Did Y/N Deserve Her FIA Penalty? Fans Debate Over Radio Outburst!"

"Y/N’s Crash Sparks Controversy: Was the Fine Justified?"

The headlines flood every social platform within minutes. Slow-motion replays of the crash loop endlessly on TV screens, side-by-side with grainy images of you wincing as you climbed out of the wreckage. Every angle is analyzed, every expression dissected.

Your post-race hospital visit is barely over when reporters start circling like vultures, bombarding you with questions before you even have the strength to face them, but Lando was having none of it.

Seated in front of the media, still in his race suit, Lando’s jaw is tight, hands clenched on the table as microphones are shoved toward him.

"Lando, there's been a lot of discussion about Y/N’s penalty for language over the team radio. Do you think the FIA was justified in issuing the fine?"

He scoffs, jaw tightening. "Are we seriously focusing on a fine when she just survived a massive crash?" His voice is sharp, edged with barely restrained anger. "She was in pain. She was shaken up. And she swore—who wouldn’t? It's ridiculous."

The journalists shift uncomfortably, but another one presses on. "Rules are rules, though. FIA has strict guidelines about profanity on public transmissions. Do you think it sets a bad precedent if they don’t enforce them?"

Lando lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. "Mate, if your first thought after seeing a crash like that is to talk about a penalty, maybe rethink your priorities."

Another journalist jumps in. "But don’t you think it’s important to maintain professionalism on the radio? A lot of young fans look up to drivers."

Lando rolls his eyes. "Right, because what’s really damaging to young fans isn’t the fact that someone just had a life-threatening accident, but the fact that she said ‘fuck’ while trying to breathe properly again." He leans forward, voice lower but no less cutting. "If we’re talking role models, maybe start by making sure the sport actually supports its drivers instead of fining them for reacting like a human being."

His words are already making waves, clips spreading across social media.

And while you’re still exhausted, still aching from the crash, there’s something about seeing him so openly, fiercely in your corner that makes your heart ache in the best way.

Even after the official interviews, the media frenzy doesn’t stop. Paparazzi crowd outside the paddock, desperate for a statement. Team members act as buffers, but there’s only so much they can do.

As you slowly make your way out of the motorhome, Lando’s arm firmly around your waist, cameras flash, voices overlapping as reporters shout over each other.

"Y/N, do you think the FIA’s decision was fair?"

"Do you regret your words on the radio?"

"Lando, how did it feel watching the crash happen live?"

He tenses beside you. "How do you think it felt?" His voice is sharp, protective. "I watched someone I love crash at full speed. So no, I don’t really give a damn about some radio penalty right now."

You squeeze his hand in silent gratitude. He doesn’t have to be this involved, but he is. Always.

Another journalist turns to you, voice softer but no less intrusive. "Y/N, how are you feeling after the accident?"

You exhale, trying to keep your expression neutral despite the lingering pain. "Sore, obviously. But I’m okay."

"Will you be racing in the next Grand Prix?"

Lando answers before you can. "She’s focusing on recovery first. That’s the priority."

It’s not a direct confirmation, but it’s enough to hold off the speculation—at least for now.

The chaos of the day finally starts to feel like a distant memory as you curl up on the couch in Lando’s apartment. An ice pack rests gently on your ribs, offering some comfort against the bruising, but it’s Lando’s presence that truly calms you. His arm drapes protectively around you, pulling you in close like he never wants to let go, his warmth surrounding you in a way that makes you feel safe. His thumb moves in slow, soothing circles on your arm, the rhythm gentle and steady.

It’s such a contrast to the frantic energy of the day—the flashing cameras, the endless questions, the tension in the air—but now, in this moment, all of that feels like it belongs to another world. This is where you’re grounded.

You sigh, resting your head against his shoulder, letting the quietness of the room wrap around you like a soft blanket. But there’s something still heavy in the pit of your stomach, a lingering feeling that something was unsettled. You tilt your head up to look at him, your eyes tracing the faint lines of worry still etched across his face, the tension that’s only now starting to ease from his features.

"You didn’t have to go that hard for me," you murmur, your voice soft, though you know the words don’t quite do justice to what you’re feeling. You had been overwhelmed by everything that happened, but he—he had been beside you every step of the way, his every move showing how deeply he cared.

He scoffs, shaking his head slowly like the idea is completely foreign to him. "Of course I did. It’s bullshit," he mutters, his voice laced with frustration that hasn’t quite gone away. "You should be getting support, not fined for a stupid word." The words come out with a little more heat than he intends, but it’s the underlying softness in his voice, the way he’s speaking to you like he wants to protect you from the world’s unfairness, that makes your heart flutter.

You chuckle softly, a tired sound that makes his grip on you tighten just a fraction, like he’s afraid you might slip away. "Guess I owe you, huh?" you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

Lando’s response is immediate—he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. His hands shift, cradling you with a tenderness that almost feels too gentle, like you’re something precious he’s afraid to break. "Just don’t scare me like that again," he whispers, his voice barely above a breath, as though the thought of you being hurt again is more than he can bear. "And we’ll call it even."

You smile up at him, heart full of warmth for this man who always seems to put your well-being before his own. But you can’t promise him that. You know how the sport works, how unpredictable it is. You’ll never be able to give him that guarantee.

But there’s something you can promise him, something more important. You squeeze his hand, the simple act grounding you both in this moment. Your voice is steady as you look up into his eyes, locking your gaze with his. "No matter what happens," you say, the words firm but soft, a promise from the deepest part of you, "you’ll always have me. I’ll always have you."

His expression softens in a way that makes you think he’s heard every unspoken word in your statement, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. The air between you feels full—full of shared understanding, full of the love you have for each other, full of the promise that no matter the challenges, no matter the risks, you’ll face it all side by side.

For a long moment, Lando is quiet, his thumb still brushing over your skin in slow, absentminded strokes. But then his breath catches slightly, and when you glance up, you see it—the way his eyes shimmer with unshed tears. His jaw tenses as if he’s trying to hold it all back, but the emotion is too heavy, too raw.

"I thought I lost you," he admits, his voice breaking just enough to reveal the fear he’s been holding in. "When everything was happening, and I couldn’t reach you..." He trails off, shaking his head as if trying to push the memory away, but his grip on you tightens like he never wants to let go again. "I don’t know what I would’ve done if—"

"Hey," you interrupt softly, your hand moving to cup his face, your thumb brushing against the dampness on his cheek. "I’m here. I’m okay. And I’m not going anywhere."

That seems to break whatever wall he was trying to hold up. Lando lets out a shaky breath, his forehead dropping against yours as he closes his eyes. "I just... I can’t lose you," he confesses, the words raw and vulnerable in a way that makes your chest ache. "Not you."

You press a soft kiss to his lips, hoping it conveys everything words can’t. "You won’t," you promise against his mouth, your voice unwavering. "I’m right here."

He nods slightly, like he’s trying to believe it, and when he pulls you into his arms again, it’s with a desperation that speaks to how close he felt to losing you. But in this moment, with his heart laid bare and your arms wrapped tightly around each other, there’s nothing else that matters.

Lando kisses you gently on the forehead, his lips lingering there for just a second longer. "That’s all I need," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. Then, his arms pull you even closer, his warmth radiating through your bones.

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢'𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 lando norris x girlfriend! reader (fluff) fic summary . . . out of anywhere Lando could choose to be in the world, he'd be in your arms kissed and pampered like a baby because who in their right might in this world doesn't want to be cuddled by their girlfriend? (388 words)

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You barely get your shoes off before you hear it—the telltale dramatic sigh from the couch.

“Long day?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

Lando just whines, shifting on the couch like a restless child, his curls a mess, his face buried in the pillow. You don’t need to ask—he had a rough day at work. Probably stressful meetings, too many laps, and too much pressure from everyone around him.

And when Lando gets like this? There’s only one thing that fixes it.

You barely take two steps before he’s reaching for you, arms outstretched, bottom lip jutted out in a perfect pout. “Baby…” he mumbles, already in his clingy mode. “I need you.”

Your heart softens instantly.

You move to sit down, but that’s not what he wants—before you can even settle, he’s on you. Lando climbs onto your lap, wrapping his arms tight around your waist and burying his face in your chest like he’s tucking himself away from the world.

His entire body melts against yours.

“You’re so dramatic,” you whisper, running your fingers through his curls.

A muffled noise of protest comes from your chest. “M’not,” he grumbles, clutching you tighter, like you might disappear if he lets go.

You smile, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “Bad day?”

Lando nods, but he doesn’t say anything. He just lets you hold him, completely relaxed in your arms.

You know how much he needs this. Needs you.

So you give him everything.

Your hands move through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp, and the sigh he lets out is so content, it makes your heart ache. You kiss his forehead, his temple, his cheek—anywhere you can reach—until his breathing slows, his grip on you loosening slightly.

“You take such good care of me,” he whispers, voice sleepy, soft.

“Of course I do.” You kiss his forehead again. “You work so hard, baby. You deserve to be pampered.”

He hums, and you feel the last of the tension leave his body. This is his favorite place in the world—in your arms, held tight, with your hands in his hair and your lips pressed to his skin.

And if he holds you just a little tighter, if he sniffles once, twice, while you cradle him close?

Well.

You’ll never let him go.

[robertsfloyd]

I can’t stop thinking about Lando’s bunny in heat and wanted little cute bunnies

fun fact!! Two years ago I had plans to get a bunny. he was gonna be called bowser and he was gonna be my baby :(

cw: hints of smut but not rly, heat, bunny wants babies (breeding kink), this is more of a crack fic

"but, laaaaan," you whine, a pout on your face as you held his arm.

a sigh left his lips and he finally turned away from his gaming console. his pretty eyes searched your face before they softened. reaching out, his hand brushed over your cheek.

"bunny, we can't," he whispered and you whined again. "I know you're in heat but we can't! we're not ready for it."

deep down, you knew he was right. you were young, he was young. this wasn't the time for babies. even if they would be cute little bunny babies with your floppy ears and cotton tail.

he leaned in and kissed you, his way of apologising. but all it did was make you needier. you stamped your foot.

all you wanted was a good fuck, some relief and maybe for lando to stuff you full of cum until you were good and pregnant. to your heat addled brain, it was less of a want, more of a need.

but you had hidden the condoms, and he wasn't going to fuck you without them.

planting your butt on the floor, you glared up at him. you just wanted his dick! I wasn't fair. it wasn't fucking fair.

pushing yourself to your feet, you began walking out of the room. "fine!" you called, folding your arms over your chest. "guess I'll go take care of myself!"

lando pulled his headset from his ears. "What was that, bunny girl?" He asked, pulling his headset from his head.

but you were gone. down the hall and into the bedroom you shared.

"bunny!" lando called, but you were gone.

there was no way you could get yourself off. your fingers felt useless as you laid there and rubbed. what did you do? what did you do for him to hate you so?

because what other explanation was there? he hated you and that's why he wasn't going to fuck you.

"bunny?"

you whined pathetically and bucked your hips into your hand. if this didn't make him take pity on you, you didn't know what would.

standing in the doorway if the bedroom you shared with him, he watched as you furiously rubbed. your fingers were never this clumsy when you two were getting intimate; you looked like you wanted to start a fire.

"bunny," he said gently and sat on the bed beside you. grabbing your hand, he pulled it away from your pussy.

you whined at him again. "why won't you fuck me?" you cried pathetically.

"because, baby, you won't tell me where you hid the condoms."

that's right, you wouldn't. no matter what, you wouldn't tell him. he would break eventually; he had to.

sitting up, you let your fingers dance up your arm. "what if it's just the tip?" you proposed, moving your attention down to his belt. your fingers were quick to get it open. "just the tip, you don't have to cum inside me," you whispered.

something about your voice had a moan pulling from his lips. you, his sweet little bunny, proposing such naughty things. really, you were a little shit, but Lando knew that.

"just the tip?"

you nodded your head. but the way you grinned told a different story. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered and stood up, fastening his belt. "go find the condoms then we'll talk."

you stood with him, stamping your foot. "It's not fair!" you shouted, fists clenched.

"life's not fair, baby!"

[paddockletters]

redeemed | lando norris part 2

masterlist | previous part | next part summary: memories of friendship with lando, valentine's day together and more author's note: hope you all like this serie. if you want to be added to the 'tag list' please let me know in the comments

years ago 2020

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lando: Two idiots, one friendship. What could go wrong?

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user1: THE WAY SHE'S SMILING??😭💖

user2: this friendship is the only thing holding me together rn

user3: lando calling it ‘friendship’ like we don’t all see the heart eyes👀

yourbestfriend: Two idiots is generous. I’d say one and a half

↪ lando: y/n is the one, right?

user4: what could go wrong? EVERYTHING, LANDO. EVERYTHING😭

user5: this is the type of bestie energy I want in my life

carlossainz55: I'd say more like two disasters

↪yourusername: i thought you liked me 🤧

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yourusername: friends who match shoes together, stay together...or at least until he bullies me for something again🙃

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carlossainz55: so when do I get mine? team bonding, right?

user1: this is the kind of friendship I need in my life—matching shoes and endless bullying (by someone like lando)

user2: if my bestie doesn’t agree to matching shoes, are they even my bestie??

user3: lando and Y/N are literally two chaotic siblings who accidentally found each other

lando: excuse me?? I would NEVER bully you. I simply point out your many mistakes with love

↪ yourusername: see? bullying

↪ lando: it’s called character development

user4: the way they act like an old married couple but claim to be ‘just friends’ is sending me😭

user5: @ mclaren better start selling shoes with theri "ship" on because I need them rn

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yourusername: Another year of aggressively single and thriving but valentine's with my favorite people💗

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user1: Okay but why is her and Lando’s friendship actually goals? 😭

user2: Y/N looking gorgeous with her friends but let’s be real, we were all waiting for the Lando pic

best friend: you literally bullied Lando into getting you a proper Valentine’s gift. Queen behavior 👑

girlfriend2: the dinner was cute but let’s talk about the fact that you spent the day with Lando… again 👀

lando: I am an EXCELLENT Valentine, you don't need anything else

user4: the way they’re both aggressively single but only with each other 😭😭

user5: lando posting about her and now she posts about him?? Y’all… I’m connecting dots.👀

user6: "aggressively single” but she’s always with Lando?? Girl, be serious

user7: his fans deserve better than this forced friendship

user8: bro, let people have friends 💀

user9 I just KNOW his ex is somewhere rolling her eyes at this

user10: probably, but not our problem 🤭

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[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 9

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

Also, this chapter is pretty much pure smut. So NSFW applies.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lando bought her dog Ferrari Merch. No, scratch that. Lizzie’s boyfriend had literally asked Charles Leclerc, Il Predestinato himself, to get him Ferrari Merch for Mara.

It wasn’t like Lizzie hadn’t tried to get Ferrari Merch for her dog before…but it had always been pretty much impossible. Until Lando.

Until Lando brought home dog bandanas in rosso corsa, printed with that prancing horse symbol of the Scuderia. 

Lizzie's brain was still reeling from the fact that Lando had gone to such lengths for her dog. It was almost absurd, but also incredibly sweet and endearing.

And if Lando could get Ferrari Merch for her dog...maybe she should get McLaren Merch for him.

The plan had come together in her mind quite quickly.

And when he came home from Imola...she was waiting for him.

Waiting. Wearing a shirt that hailed from sometime before her birth…at a time when F1 cars were still plastered with cigarette advertisements. 

Lizzie had expected a reaction.

She hadn’t expected Lando to practically lose his mind the second he stepped through the door.

The plan had been simple. Subtle. Wear the vintage McLaren hoodie she’d spent way too much time hunting down, let him clock it immediately, and then sit back and enjoy the reaction. Tasha had been convinced this would send him feral—“You wanna break a man? Wear something that combines his two greatest loves: his job and you.”—but Lizzie hadn’t been prepared for this.

Because Lando didn’t just react.

He stared.

Completely frozen in the doorway, his bag slipping from his shoulder, mouth slightly parted like his brain had short-circuited. His eyes tracked every inch of her, taking in the way the hoodie swallowed her frame, the way the sleeves draped past her hands, the way she was curled up on the couch like she’d always belonged there.

And then, just when she started to smirk—

“Oh, you fucking menace.”

Lizzie barely had time to blink before Lando was on her, his body pressing her into the couch cushions, hands already gripping at the fabric like he needed to convince himself it was real.

“You—” A kiss to her jaw. “—are—” His hands slid beneath the hoodie, fingers tracing the bare skin of her waist. “—so—” His lips moved to her throat, warm and insistent. “—fucking cruel.”

Lizzie's heart raced as Lando suddenly came alive, his hands roaming over her, his lips on her skin. She'd expected a reaction, but this was...something else entirely. She let out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed as he kissed her with an intensity that ignited a fire within her.

Lizzie let out a breathless laugh, tilting her head to give him better access. “It’s just a hoodie, Lando.”

Lando pulled back, just enough to look at her, his expression somewhere between wrecked and unbelieving. “Just a hoodie?” He scoffed, hands sliding up her sides, thumbs teasing the edge of her ribcage. “No, see, if you had worn my hoodie, I would’ve lost my mind, but this?” He shook his head, voice rough with something dangerously close to reverence. “You planned this.”

Lizzie bit her lip, deliberately toying with the hem of the hoodie. “Maybe.”

Lando’s gaze darkened, tracking the movement of her hands, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "Definitely," he corrected her in a low hum, his breath hot against her collarbone. "You did this on purpose, you little minx."

"Is it working?" She challenged back, her voice an innocent contrast to the gleam in her eyes.

Lando’s hands fisted the hoodie—his team’s hoodie—the possessive move making Lizzie shiver.

He looked at her, his expression wild and wanting. “You have no idea,” he growled in her ear, the sound sending a jolt of lust straight to her core.

"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," she murmured back, arching into him, pushing the fabric up on purpose. She could see how it was affecting him, the way his breath caught and his gaze darkened. She knew exactly what she was doing to him...and it fueled her own desire.

“You’re such a tease,” he breathed out, his hands roaming up the heated skin of her sides, his fingers toying with the edge of her bra almost lazily. Lizzie shivered at his touch, arching into him with a quiet moan.

Lando’s mouth latched onto her throat in response, his teeth sinking into her skin just enough to make her gasp. His hands continued their torturous exploration, sliding under her body and lifting her against him.

"Bed," she gasped.

Lando needed no more instruction.

In one swift motion, he scooped her up in his arms, his grip tight as he headed towards the bedroom. It was a whirlwind of sensations, his hands hot and urgent, his body pressed firmly against hers.

They reached the bedroom and he deposited her on the bed, his body following, pinning her down. He loomed over her, his eyes wild and dark, his breathing ragged.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He rasped out, his lips brushing against her jawline.

Lizzie grinned, her hands wandering to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it with a playful edge. "Oh, trust me, I have some idea."

He leaned back, stripping his shirt off in a quick, practiced motion, and then he was back on her, his body heavy and hard against hers.

He kissed a path down her throat, his hands roaming over her curves, the feel of him against her, the smell of him overwhelming her senses. Lizzie let out a low moan, her hands gripping at his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer.

One of her hands buried in his curls, pulling him into another kiss.

"As much as I like this sweater..." Lando whispered

"...it would look better on the floor," Lizzie finished, tugging at the fabric of the hoodie. 

Lando's eyes darkened even further at her words. "God, you're going to be the death of me," he murmured, his hands slipping under the hoodie and pulling it up over her head.

Lizzie was left in just her lace bra, vulnerable and wanting under Lando's gaze. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her bare skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous, love," he breathed.

Lizzie arched into him, his words sending a shiver down her spine. "I could say the same about you," she replied huskily, her hands roving over his chest, feeling the firm muscles under her fingertips.

Lando's breath hitched as her fingers traced over his stomach, his hands tightening on her hips. He leaned down, his lips finding her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "You drive me insane, you know that?" He murmured, his voice low and rough.

Lizzie let out a soft moan, her head tilting back to give him better access. "I have that effect on you, huh?" She teased, her hands wandering lower, fingers tracing the waistband of his jeans.

Lando groaned, his hips pressing into her touch automatically. "More than you realize," he murmured, his lips finding her collarbone. "You're like a goddamn addiction. I can't get enough of you."

Lizzie's breath caught at his words, the raw honesty in them almost too much to handle. She ran her hands over his back, feeling the heat of his skin, the strength of him. "Then take more," she challenged, her voice a whisper in his ear. "I'm not stopping you."

Lando needed no more invitation. His mouth was on her, his teeth scraping across her collarbone, his tongue soothing the skin. His hands roamed, possessive and rough, as if he needed to touch every inch of her to convince himself she was real.

Lizzie gasped, her body arching into him, her hands gripping at his shoulders. She'd never known lust like this, had never felt so desired, so consumed. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel more, to have all of him.

Lando's hands were everywhere, his touch igniting flames in her veins. He hooked a finger under the strap of her bra, sliding it off her shoulder, his mouth following the path his finger had traced. A moment later, the scrap of lace joined the discarded hoodie, leaving her completely bare beneath him.

He pulled back to look down at her, his eyes roaming over her naked form like he was seeing her for the first time. "God, Liz," he whispered, his voice hoarse, reverent. "You're so goddamn beautiful."

Lizzie's heart did a little flip at his words, a mix of arousal and affection flooding through her. She reached up, pulling him back down to her, her lips finding his in a hungry kiss. His body pressed against her, his skin on hers, and it was like electricity shooting through her veins.

Lando responded eagerly, his lips moving against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth. His hands continued their exploration, mapping every contour, every contour, every sensitive spot, learning what made her gasp and shudder.

He kissed down her neck, down over her chest...his hands sliding down her sides, his calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He kissed her stomach, just above her hipbone, his lips tender, almost reverent. Lizzie let out a shaky breath, her fingers digging into the sheets.

Lando moved lower, kissing a path down her stomach, his breath hot against her skin. He reached the edge of her shorts and paused, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, a silent request for permission.

Lizzie met his gaze, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. She nodded, her eyes darkened with want, her body trembling with anticipation. Lando's expression darkened, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly, tortuously, slid her shorts down her legs.

He dropped them on the floor, his gaze roaming over her newly-exposed skin. His hands ran up her legs, from ankle to knee to thigh, his touch electrifying. He bit down on his lip as if to suppress a groan, his eyes dark and hot.

Lizzie felt exposed and yet so wanted under his gaze. She couldn't help but squirm a bit, her body needy and desperate. She wanted more, needed more. Her fingers fisted the sheets, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Lando's hands continued their journey, his touch teasing and light as he kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She gasped, her body arching towards him instinctively. His mouth found the spot just below her hipbone, leaving an open-mouthed kiss there, his teeth scraping gently.

Lizzie's breath hitched, her head tilting back as pleasure coursed through her. His touch was setting her ablaze, every kiss, every graze of his teeth sending fire shooting through her veins. She couldn't remember the last time she'd want anyone this desperately, needed anyone like this.

Lando moved lower, his lips finding the juncture between her thighs, his tongue tracing a lazy pattern. She let out a strangled moan, her hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckled, the sound low and knowing. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he was very much enjoying it.

His mouth found her, hot and wet and so unbelievably good. Lizzie's brain short-circuited, her hands flying to his hair, grabbing at his curlsdesperately. She let out a strangled cry, her body arching off the bed, her toes curling. Lando groaned against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pure pleasure through her. 

Lizzie gasped, her hips instinctively bucking against him. "Oh god, yes..." She managed to get out, her voice strangled and weak. Lando's hands held her in place, his grip firm, but not rough, as he continued his ministrations. 

The sensations were overwhelming, bordering on too much. Lizzie felt like she was drowning in him, in this moment, in this feeling. Her body was alive with it, her skin on fire, her heart pounding out of her chest. Every touch of his tongue, every graze of his fingers sent sparks through her, like electricity through her veins.

He pressed one finger into her, and she couldn’t help but clench down onto it. Lando's grip on her thighs tightened as she started to shiver, her breathing rough and ragged. He could feel her teetering on the edge, and he didn't ease up. His tongue continued its rhythm, relentless and precise, pushing her closer and closer… He slid two fingers in, deep and slowly started to fuck her with them.

“Yes.” Her breath hitched, and she shuddered against his hand. “Yes, that’s so good.”

Lizzie was lost, completely lost in him, in the pleasure he was wringing from her body. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge, her body quivering with the need for release. She gripped at the sheets, her fingers white-knuckled, as she fought for control.

And then...she tipped over the edge. Her body spasmed, her back arching off the bed, her vision going white. Lando's name fell from her lips like a prayer, a broken, breathless moan that seemed to echo in the room. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her boneless

Lizzie's mind was still spinning, her body thrumming with aftershocks, as Lando pulled away, his eyes dark and satisfied. He crawled back up her body, his hands roaming over her skin, his lips finding hers in a rough, needy kiss.

She could taste herself on his lips, the familiarity and intimacy of it sending a shiver through her. She could feel him, hard and strained against her hip, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers roaming down his back.

Lando groaned into her mouth, his hips instinctively grinding against hers. He was losing his composure, his touch becoming more impatient, more desperate. He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice rough and hoarse. "Lizzie," he whispered, his fingers digging into her hips, "I need—"

“Condom,” she gasped. “Bedside table.”

Lando's eyes darkened, his expression turning almost predatory, as he shifted off her, slipping out of the sweatpants he wore. 

He reached over to the bedside table, his eyes never leaving hers, and grabbed a condom from the drawer. His fingers trembled slightly as he ripped open the foil, his movements jerky with impatience.

He had it on in record time, Lizzie watching him, her breath catching in her throat. He was glorious, all coiled muscle and heat, and he was hers. He pushed her legs apart, settling between them, his body covering hers.

Lizzie was already on edge again, her body still sensitive from her orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her, wanting him as close as possible. Lando groaned, his forehead dropping to hers as he rubbed against her, his breathing uneven.

"I need you," he mumbled, his voice raw, and Lizzie couldn't help but shiver at the sound. "Need you so much." She reached up, cupping his face in her hands, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. Their eyes met, and in that moment, everything else fell away.

Lando's breath caught as he looked into her eyes, as if she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He shifted his hips, his tip nudging at her entrance, and a gasp fell from her lips. They were so close, so close, and yet he still hesitated for a moment, his face a question.

Lizzie knew what he was asking without words and she nodded, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes," she whispered, her voice a ragged plea. "Please. I need you, too."

That’s all he needed. With the sound of one sharp breath...he pushed in. It was like nothing she’d ever felt. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only feel him. 

A moan slipped from her lips, deep and rough, as he began to move, slow and gentle at first. Every slide, every thrust sent a jolt of electricity through her veins, and she could feel him—every shudder, every sound, every tremble… He was moving slowly, almost tortuously, his eyes on hers, his teeth gritted in restraint. His breath was coming in harsh gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Lizzie reached up, her fingers tracing his jaw, her touch both soothing and arousing. 

"Harder," she whispered, her voice a plea, her nails digging into his skin. "Please, I need—I need you."

His control snapped. Lando's hands slammed down next to her head, gripping the sheets, the muscles in his arms straining. He picked up the pace, each thrust harder, deeper, rougher than the last. 

He leaned down, his breaths hot against her neck, his hips moving relentlessly against hers. He was everywhere, surrounding her, consuming her. “God, Lizzie...” he groaned, his voice raw and guttural. “You’re so fucking perfect, so goddamn beautiful, I can’t—I can’t—"

She could feel him coming undone, every movement, every word, every ragged gasp was a piece of him breaking off and falling into her. She arched against him, her body meeting his with every thrust, seeking more, always more, scrabbling for purchase on the sweat slick skin of his back. "Don't hold back," Lizzie gasped, her fingers sliding into his hair. "Let go, let me see you."

That was all it took for the last vestiges of restraint to snap. Lando lost himself completely in her, his body driving into hers without restraint, one hand gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. 

She could feel him spiraling, coming undone, and she wanted to see it, to feel it, to be the one to undo him. She pulled him closer, her legs tightening around his waist. "Come for me," she gasped, her voice a pleading plea. "Please, Lando, come with me."

He let out a rough, guttural moan as if the words were a command he couldn't refuse. He was so close, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, to prolong this moment. She could feel him teetering on the edge, his rhythm growing rougher, more erratic. "Lizzie...f-f-fuck..." he managed to get out through clenched teeth, as if those were the only words he could remember.

She pulled him down, her fingers gripping his hair, "Let go," she gasped, her voice rough and broken. "Let go, Lando. I've got you, I promise."

He drove into her again, and her Orgasm slammed into her like a sucker punch. 

It was like a switch was flicked. He buried himself in her, a gasp torn from his lungs as he came undone. It was like nothing she'd ever felt, the power and the beauty and the absolute trust in it. She held him through it, her hands mapping his skin, her lips finding his, kissing him with everything she had. He was shaking, trembling, vulnerable, and all she wanted to do was hold him close and never let go.

He collapsed against her, his body boneless and heavy, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His head was tucked into the crook of her neck, and she could feel the rapid thump of his heart against her chest. She held him close, her fingers stroking his hair gently, as if he was something fragile.

They stayed like that for a while, the minutes ticking by in silence, the only sound in the room their breathing and the occasional beat of the clock. Lando's breaths were slowly returning to normal, his body relaxed and sated. Lizzie's heart was still racing, her mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.

Lando eventually raised his head, looking down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. "You...okay?" he whispered, his voice still a little rough.

Lizzie nodded, a small smile on her lips. "More than okay," she said, her voice soft and sated. "That was..." She trailed off, struggling to find the words to describe it.

Lando let out a tired, but satisfied chuckle. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his eyes roaming over her face with a possessive glint. He propped himself up on one elbow, running his free hand over her curves, as if unable to keep his hands off her.

She shivered under his touch, her body still sensitive from their encounter. She reached up, her finger tracing his bottom lip, her eyes mapping the features of his face. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Lando's gaze softened, something almost like awe in his eyes. He caught her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and gently kissing her knuckles. "You're the beautiful one," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and sincere.

She couldn't help but blush under his gaze, the intensity in his eyes making her chest tighten. She couldn't believe he was looking at her like that, as if she was the only person in the world. 

It was intoxicating, and beautiful and she found herself wanting to drown in it, in him. 

[meeraonpole]

Safe in His Arms

Summery: Lando notices a bruise on you and worries he might have caused it.

Warings: bruises let me know if there are anyothers

also i guess spoiler but lando didnt not cause the bruise

Lando was never one to pry. He knew when to give space, when to push, and when to just be there. But when he caught sight of the dark bruise blooming across your upper arm as you reached for a glass in the kitchen, all his instincts screamed at him to ask.

His fingers ghosted over your skin before he could stop himself. "What happened?"

You jolted at his touch, quickly lowering your sleeve and pulling away, your laugh forced. "Nothing, just bumped into something."

Lando frowned. "That doesn’t look like nothing."

You busied yourself with pouring water, avoiding his gaze. "It’s fine, Lando. Really."

His lips pressed into a thin line, eyes scanning your face for any sign that you were telling the truth. Something about the way you refused to meet his eyes made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

And then, a thought struck him. His throat went dry. "Did I—?" He swallowed, stepping closer but hesitating before reaching out again. "Did I do that? Last night? When I was drunk?"

Your eyes snapped to his, wide and alarmed. "No!" you said, shaking your head quickly, as if the mere idea of it was ridiculous. "Lando, you would never—" You sighed, your shoulders sagging. "You didn’t do this. I swear."

Relief flooded his face, but it didn’t last long. "Then who did?"

You didn’t answer. Instead, you took a sip of your water, your other hand coming up to hold your arm, like you could shield yourself from his concern.

Lando’s jaw tightened, but he knew better than to push when you weren’t ready to talk. Still, his mind raced with possibilities of who can even think of hurting you. He felt sick

From that moment on, you noticed the difference in him.

He became softer around you, more careful. When he reached for your hand, it was slow, deliberate. When he hugged you, his touch was feather-light, as if he was afraid of breaking you. Even when you playfully shoved him, he barely nudged you back, his eyes flicking to your arm like he was afraid of hurting you more.

"Lando," you sighed after the third time he pulled away from hugging you too quickly. "You don’t have to act like I’m made of glass."

His jaw clenched as he looked at you, something unreadable in his gaze. "I just—" He ran a hand through his curls. "I don’t want to make it worse."

You softened. "You won’t."

Still, he was careful. Too careful.

One night, as you lay curled up against his chest on the couch, his arm draped lightly over your shoulders, you finally whispered, "It was my boss."

Lando stiffened. "What?"

You exhaled. "It’s not the first time he's grabbed me too hard. But it won’t happen again. I quit today."

Lando’s chest rose and fell beneath your cheek, his heart beating a little faster. "I’ll kill him."

You smiled softly. "No, you won’t. You’ll hold me like this and remind me that I’m safe now."

His arm tightened around you—not too much, just enough. "You are safe. With me, always."

And you believed him.

Sooooo let me know how this was also guys i begging plz send yalls request i am running out of ideas let me know if yall want other drivers

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something on my mind || Lando Norris

Inspiration: Purple Disco Machine x Duke Dumont x Nothing but thieves "Something on my mind".

Author's note: To fully immerse yourself into the story, I highly suggest listening to the song first. My first instinct to go back to writing after 7 years was highly inspired by the song and the idea of the music dictating the narrative. So here we are. Hope you like it. ✨

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: The two of them could not be more different. A loud, extroverted racer, and the shy, introverted graphic designer. Yet you can't control the spark.

Word count: 2.8k+

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Lando’s life wasn’t meant to be simple and ordinary. He moved too much, changed cities like clockwork with brief moments of tranquility. F1 took him everywhere, yet because of that nowhere ever felt permanent. Don’t get it wrong. He simply adored his life, it was after all his dream. The constant buzz around him, the rush of adrenaline, the highest highs and the lowest lows. He enjoyed it all and never took it for granted. Yet living this particular dream has its cost.

That feeling of never being settled? It applies not only to the locations. It also does to people. It was easy to keep in touch with family or friends, it was all like second nature to them. But relationships weren’t easy to maintain. It is not like he didn’t try, but his last relationship was a complete disaster and had taught him that love didn’t fit neatly between airport terminals, paddocks and packed schedules. So now, he didn’t look for it. He didn’t want to get hurt like that again.

That’s what made one-night stands easy. There were no expectations, no heartbreak, no risk. No promises, no trust issues. It just provided the gratification he needed, blowing the steam off, as one could say. And he was purposely looking for the women, who were just like him. They didn’t ask questions and hold any expectations. They also didn’t stay.

And that’s how he ended up in another club tonight. He wasn’t a DJ—just a guy who knew enough about music to have fun with his friend, Martin Garrix, filling a gap in the setlist. Even though he enjoyed playing with music, everyone knew that this show was a one-off thing. Something to laugh about later. Standing behind the booth, watching a crowd move to the beat you controlled, felt good.

Then he saw her. 

She wasn’t the kind of girl who got noticed. And she liked it that way. She had never been the loudest in the room or the one who commanded attention just by walking in. She likes blending in the crowds and living her life from the sidelines. Yet as it happens to introverts usually, she was domesticated by rowdy extroverts, who teased her for it—Live a little, dance with someone, let loose for once.

She did dance. That was the only reason she had agreed to the club in the first place. Not for drinks, not for hookups—just the music. She had always found a kind of freedom in it, a way to exist without thinking too much. Just lost in the rhythm, in a world of her own, as if the music was the only thing that mattered. 

That night, she felt seen. She didn’t even know why she looked up. Maybe it was instinct, the pull of something invisible. But when she did, he was there. Watching her.

A stranger behind the DJ booth, but not like the others. Somehow he wasn’t showing off, wasn’t scanning the crowd for attention. He was just there, hands moving effortlessly over the decks, looking straight at her. Her breath caught.

Lando experienced the same thing. When she looked up at him, really looked, something in his chest tightened. For a guy who kept his heart locked behind logic, something about that made his pulse stutter. The moment stretched as the bass thrummed between them; for a second, it felt like the entire club faded away.

Then she looked down. And the moment was gone.

Martin coming to the booth caught Lando’s attention for a split second and once his focus shifted to the crowd again, she was already slipping away, vanishing between shifting bodies, just another face in the blur of neon lights. Frustrated, he tells himself it was nothing. A passing moment. A trick of the lights.

So he tried to let it go and let the night play out like it always did. Drinks. Another girl. A half-hearted hookup in a darkened corner of the club, taking her to his hotel room. But the second it was over, he felt it—that hollowness, the restless edge in his chest.

He knew exactly why.

Later at night, staring at the ceiling, with a nameless woman sleeping calmly by his side, Lando couldn’t shake the feeling that he had let something slip through his fingers. Not in a grand, romantic way—but in a what if way. A nagging curiosity. A voice in the back of his head whispering: Did she feel it too?

He told himself he was being ridiculous. It was just a passing moment. A look across the crowd. But then why couldn’t he stop thinking about it? And was she dreaming of him?

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Imagine his shock when going through the streets of Barcelona, he saw her again. Not at the club, but in a quiet bookstore café, tucked into a corner by the window, with her full attention on the computer screen in front of her. There were no flashing lights, no pulsing bass—just her in her world, while headphones blocked out the outside buzz.

The second he saw her, something in his chest shifted. She wasn’t dancing now, but she still looked lost in another world. And this time, he was not going to let her disappear.

She flinched and gasped when she saw the cup of matcha appeared in the empty space on the table right in front of her. She stopped her favorite playlist and the gaze immediately shot to the one carrying it.

Her first instinct was to assume he had the wrong table. Maybe he was meeting someone else and just placed the drink in front of her by mistake. But by looking at his face for another second, she realised that she knew him. Not in the way that counted, but in the way you remember a face when it stands out from the blur of a night. He was the DJ from the club. The one she had locked eyes with for just a second too long before vanishing back into the crowd.

What was he doing here? More importantly, why was he standing in front of her like he remembered her, too?

“Hey,” Lando said, leaning against her table as she was pulling the headphones away from her head. “Saw your empty cup and thought you might wanna refill.” He explained when her eyes went from his face to the hot beverage. But selfishly he wanted to bring her attention back to him. “You ran away the other night.”

Her brows furrowed and she felt her stomach flip. “What?”

“The club,” he said. “You looked at me. Then you ran.”

She flushed and felt her cheeks starting to burn. “I—I didn’t run.”

“You disappeared,” he countered, while swiftly pulling away an empty chair from another table so he could sit right in front of her. “Felt a lot like running.”

She hesitated, then exhaled a small laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t really do clubs.”

“Yeah, I figured. So why were you there?”

“My friends.” She shrugged while closing her laptop. She felt that this conversation might be a little bit longer than just a quick chit-chat. She will deal with her responsibilities later. “I just wanted to dance. I didn’t expect… anyone to notice me.”

Norris studied her for a beat. Shy. Reserved. The opposite of the girls he usually ended up with. But there was something about her quiet confidence, the way she had felt the music that night, that intrigued him more than any of the loud, fleeting distractions he was used to.

“Well, I did.”

She bit her lip, then asked, shifting attention from herself. “You’re a DJ?”

He laughed. “Not even close. My friend shoved me up there for a set. I just went along with it.”

She tilted her head. “So what do you actually do?”

And just like that, conversation shifted. She thought he would be the kind of guy who only knew how to flirt in half-truths, but instead, he talked. Really talked. About his job, his travels, how he ended up behind that booth on a whim. The more he talked, the more flustered and surreal she felt. She had a literal millionaire sitting right in front of her, who could have been doing anything he literally wanted. And somehow he ended up sitting in her favorite cafe, chatting her up. And he showed the interest that she wasn’t expecting – even though she tried to talk about herself as little as possible, he persistently asked her about her days, what she was doing for living, about the kind of music she actually liked, about things that had nothing to do with the place they had met. When Lando realized that she had been living in Barcelona for a while and since it was just another stop before another grand prix, he asked her if she could find some time to show him the city. 

The connection was born and both of them were eager to further explore it. 

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Ten days passed quicker than any of them expected. Lando saw her every chance he got, whenever she wasn’t working and he was done with the meetings and practises. Their meetups had no expectations. No pressure. Just stolen moments—late-night drives with the stereo turned up, quiet dinners where he learned how she hid her laughter behind her hand when she was embarrassed. With every glance, every unexpected touch, the feelings were growing deeper.

Her heart was doing somersaults trying to warn her not to fall for his charming and immersive personality. Especially now, when she knows how his daily life looks and that his days in Barcelona are counted. Also, of course, once he said his name and his occupation, it took her less than 5 seconds to find countless articles online about him and his lifestyle. Parties, rumors, links to several different women. His world seemed so distant to her and on paper it would be difficult to find two people who are as opposite as the two of them were.

And yet it was hard to believe everything she saw online when she had a breathing and living example right in front of her. During their week together there weren't any acts of sheer extravaganza. He always chose to lay as low as possible. Instead of taking her to expensive restaurants trying to impress her, he asked her to take him to a pub that would repel any tourist, but was so loved by locals. As much as he claimed to love speed, somehow he ended up with the slowest rented convertible. Even though there were longing looks and accidental touches that seemed to last a little bit longer than necessary before one of them would pull away, he never pushed her and never threw himself on her or even asked her if she was feeling something.

And that was down to two things. Firstly, Lando believed that good things always required time. It didn’t matter that he was indeed hooked by her presence every time they met, but he knew that acting on his desires might simply turn it into another meaningless and awkward fling. And he most certainly didn’t want that. And secondly, as closed up as she was to the rest of the world, Norris saw her opening up just a little bit more every time they texted or saw each other and as cocky as it sounds, he knew that she felt it too. He knew that it was rational to give it a little bit more time.

Yet time wasn’t on their side as it was Sunday night after the grand prix and he had a plane to catch in the morning. He was still buzzing from placing second, but the happiness was overshadowed by looming goodbye. They walked in comfortable silence, the city humming softly around them. The celebrations had faded, but neither of them seemed in a rush to end the night.

She glanced at him—his hands shoved into his pockets, head tilted toward the sky like he was trying to freeze this moment in his memory. He seemed so out of place in these quiet and empty streets further from the action, but yet somehow he fit here. With her.

This was the part where she should start pulling away. She knew how to do it—keep things light, make a joke, pretend none of this meant more than it should. It was easier that way.

She had spent years perfecting the art of being just enough. Just friendly enough to blend in, just open enough to avoid too many questions. People rarely noticed when you kept your answers vague, when you laughed at the right moments, when you never let them see the parts of you that meant something.

But Lando noticed. Not in a way that was prying, but in a way that made it feel safe to be honest. And that was dangerous. Because honesty led to attachment. And attachment led to expecting things that were never really yours to begin with.

“You should be celebrating tonight,” she said, nudging his arm lightly. 

Distraction. Distance. The only tools she had left.

He seemed too deep into his thoughts and she had a strong feeling why he was in that state. Yet she didn’t want to seem cocky or push the forced narrative. 

Lando exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “I am.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

He stopped walking, turning to face her. The streetlight above them was casting a soft glow, making everything feel strangely surreal and intimate.

“You know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “you’re a real pain in the ass sometimes.”

She blinked, surprised by the blunt expression. “Excuse me?”

“You,” he repeated, taking a step closer. “Making me enjoy slow drives and quiet nights when I should be focusing on my job.”

She crossed her arms, tilting her head at him. He knew from the get go that she couldn’t be further away from his typical life. And yet he accepted it with open arms. “You know, you had a free will to do whatever, right? Now you’re making it sound like I ruined you.”

His mouth quirked into a smirk, but his eyes gave him away—there was something deeper there, something hesitant but real.

“Maybe,” he admitted, voice softer now. “Maybe you just made me realize I want more than what I usually get.”

That did something to her chest, twisted it in a way she wasn’t ready for. She wanted to make a joke, wanted to deflect—but instead, she just looked at him, just like the first time in the club.

And he looked back. This time he wasn’t going to let her gaze go, still low key thinking that she would somehow simply disappear. Neither of them moved. Neither of them had to. The weight of unspoken words filled the air between them, stretching the moment just long enough to make it unbearable.

Lando inhaled sharply, like he was about to say something—then changed his mind. Instead, he just reached for her hand.

It wasn’t forceful, it wasn't desperate. Just an unvoiced question. Are you going to let me in?

She exhaled slowly. She knew that she could simply walk away from this. Right now, if she chose to ignore it, she would probably never see him again and the only proof of the last couple days would be random selfies on her phone and his presence would linger for a while in her favorite places around the city. But when he looked at her like that, she felt the sense rare sense of fuck it filling the air. And instead of answering that lingering question, she closed the space between them. It took a blink of an eye for Lando to meet her halfway.

The kiss wasn’t rushed, it wasn't perfect. It was something in between—a slow, careful exploration of something neither of them were ready to name. Of something so fragile that any rapid movement could break it. When they finally slowly broke apart, Lando let out a low chuckle, shaking his head and finally exhaling as if he was holding his breath this whole time.

“Well, damn.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes, feeling the sense of ease rushing through her. “Don’t let it get to your head, Norris.”

“Too late, you’re already on my mind.” His thumb brushed absently against her wrist before he finally—reluctantly—let go.

The moment lingered, heavy but not unbearable. No promises. No dramatic confessions. Just the quiet understanding that this wasn’t over.

And somehow, that was enough.

As they started walking again, neither of them spoke. But as the streetlights flickered above them, their hands brushed once more. And this time, neither of them pulled away.

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could i pls get one with lando or oscar and the reader being in pain or sick and then taking care of her? thxxx

cheeky-l norris

summary: he takes care of you whilst you are ill (emetophobia warning!)

pairing: lando norris x fem! reader

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You didn’t know if you were going to cry, scream, or throw up again. You wanted to be there for Lando, truly, you did. But going anywhere near him right now would be the worst possible idea on planet earth. You were sick, vomiting bug and the flu, and your period had come. Triple homicide. 

 There was a knock on your bedroom door (it was one of their many guest rooms that you had taken the second you’d started getting sick), and you (stupidly) assumed it would just be Cisca, who had been generously taking care of you whilst you were ill, with some food, when in all actuality, Lando walked in the second you opened the door. 

“Hey baby,” he smiled as your face dropped and you started backing away from him. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you gawked, shocked that he would come so close. “I’m violently ill, you know that right?”

He chuckled, putting down the bag of food and supplies in his hands. “I do know that, yes.”

“So why the fuck are you here?” you questioned, holding the blanket around you up past your nose in a make-shift mask. 

He shrugged, unpacking the bag. “Missed you.”

“Lan, you could’ve called me. I would’ve-”

“I get to see you everyday for 3 months out of the year. That’s it,” he stated. “I have a month left until I have to go to Australia, and then I won’t see you until Miami. I have enough time that if I get sick, I can recover. I miss you. I want to be here with you.”

You felt your face soften, hsi words hitting you straight in your heart. I crossed the room and pulled him in for a hug. “You’re too sweet.” 

He shrugged, smiling into your neck. “Or maybe I’m trying to get out of training.”

You pulled back with a frown. “You ruined it.”

He laughed at your unamused face and followed you to your bed. “You love me anyway.”

“Not if you push it any more than that, Norris,” you shook your head. “Cheeky.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and smiled.

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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: On Valentine's Day in New York City, Lando and Amelie share an unforgettable evening together, filled with playful teasing, romantic surprises, and quiet moments of intimacy.

Wordcount: 3.4 k

Warnings: none

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February 14th, 2025 - New York City, NY

The familiar hum of Lando’s PC filled the room as his stream finally went live after months of silence. The chat immediately exploded.

HE’S BACKKKKK HOLY SHIT IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS THE GOAT RETURNS 🐐 BRO WHY YOU LOOK ALL FANCY WTF Wait… is he dressed up? Where’s the hoodie??

Lando chuckled as he adjusted his headset, glancing at the chat with an amused smirk. He was dressed up—black button-down, sleeves rolled up just enough, watch on his wrist, and his hair actually styled instead of the usual curly mess. The only thing that kept him looking somewhat casual was the fact that he was still wearing his gaming headset.

—Alright, alright, chill out,— Lando said, grinning at the flood of messages. —Yeah, I know it’s been a while. Sorry for ghosting you guys. Life’s been busy, racing, traveling…— He trailed off, not mentioning the very obvious reason why he had been a little too preoccupied to stream.

LIFE = AMELIE, JUST SAY IT BRO NO HOODIE? NO HAT? WHO ARE YOU bro this is not a gaming stream this is a pre-date stream THE BUTTON DOWN??? yeah he’s got a date fr

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the smirk on his lips. His chat knew him too well.

—Yeah, yeah, alright. Maybe I do have plans after this. But let’s just play some Tarkov first, alright?—

He loaded into the game, trying to focus, but the chat would not let him live.

He’s gonna die in five minutes. Calling it. Imagine sweating in Tarkov while dressed like that LMAO nah but he’s actually blushing tho, this is insane bet Amelie picked out the outfit

Lando laughed at that last comment, shaking his head.

—Actually, no. I picked this one myself, thank you very much. But she does like this shirt, so, you know… points for me.—

The game started, and for a few minutes, Lando was focused, making callouts and looting, his usual game face on. Then...

—Lan?—

The voice came from behind him, soft but sweet, and very familiar.

Lando instantly turned in his chair, and the chat went absolutely feral.

Standing at the doorway was Amelie, already dressed up for their date night. She was wearing a stunning baby pink dress, fitted in all the right places, her hair styled effortlessly, makeup done perfectly. She looked unreal.

Lando’s mouth went a little dry.

—Holy fuck.— The words left his mouth before he could even stop them.

Amelie smirked, stepping closer. —Do you like it?—

Lando just stared for a second, then let out a slow, exaggerated breath.

—Chat, I’m in trouble.—

LMAOOOO HE’S DOWN BAD BRO GAVE UP HIS WHOLE SOUL IN 2 SECONDS BLUSHING BLUSHING BLUSHING HE DIDN’T EVEN THINK, JUST “HOLY FUCK”

Amelie leaned down, resting her hands on his shoulders as she glanced at the screen.

—Oh, are you live? Hi chat!— She waved, grinning, and the chat exploded even more.

HELLO QUEEN OUR MOTHER HAS ARRIVED Amelie just casually ending this man’s whole career with a dress Bro went from FPS mode to full simp mode so fast

Lando tilted his head up to look at her, still a little dazed.

—Ames, you can’t just walk in here looking like that. I have a stream to do.—

Amelie raised an eyebrow. —Oh, do you? Because it looks like you’re completely useless right now.—

Lando blinked, glanced back at the game—where, sure enough, he had just been killed because he had completely forgotten to move—and groaned.

—Fucks sake.—

DEAD. HE’S LITERALLY DEAD. Amelie walked in and this man forgot what gaming was Bro you’re fighting for your life rn This is embarrassing for you, Lando

Amelie laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head. —Well, don’t take too long, cariño. Our reservation is in thirty minutes.—

She turned to leave, but not before Lando caught her hand, pulling her back just enough to look up at her with a grin.

—You’re actually trying to kill me, huh?—

Amelie smirked, leaning down until their faces were just inches apart. —Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.—

WE CAN HEAR HIS HEARTBEAT WTF NOOO THIS IS TOO MUCH bro is down astronomically “baby” oh we’re so back

Amelie finally left, and Lando sat there for a second, still looking toward the door like he was processing what just happened. Then, slowly, he turned back to the screen.

—Alright, chat. Yeah, I’m ending stream. No fucking way I’m sitting here playing Tarkov when that is waiting for me.—

AS YOU SHOULD KING DROP EVERYTHING AND GO W STREAM W MAN W GIRLFRIEND Go be a lover boy, we support it

Lando grinned as he ended the stream.

Yeah. Best decision he’d ever made.

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f1wagsgossip: 🚨| Lando and Amelie were spotted out in New York last night for a very romantic Valentine’s Day dinner. ❤️👀

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landomegafan: HE LITERALLY LEFT MONACO TO SPEND VALENTINE’S DAY WITH HER. That’s real love, idc.

f1tea: Not them being all cute and couple-y in NYC while we sit here surviving off this ONE blurry ass photo 💀 → speedyboi44: @f1tea seriously, we get this after waiting ALL DAY?? Do better, paparazzi.

mclarengossip: The way they went from “we don’t even talk anymore” to “flirting like teenagers in public” is actually insane. → gridgirlxoxo: @mclarengossip Right?? They were pretending they were strangers, and now he’s looking at her like she hung the damn moon.

lando.amelie.fp: Lando’s first Valentine’s Day as a public simp and he’s THRIVING.

f1fangirl23: Okay but I need DETAILS. Were they holding hands? Did they kiss? Were they giggling like idiots?? HELLO??? → pitlaneprincess: @f1fangirl23 All we got is a single blurry pic where they aren’t even standing next to each other. I hate it here.

notafan69: This is giving PR relationship. Sorry, not buying it.

f1wagsunite: Can we talk about how Amelie used to say she wasn’t into dating drivers and now she’s literally with Lando??

daymanfanclub: She deserves a man who adores her, and honestly, I’ve never seen Lando look happier. → queenamelie: @daymanfanclub FR. She’s the best thing to ever happen to him, and I need him to act accordingly.

lando4everrr: Bro, they went to the most romantic restaurant in New York on VALENTINE’S DAY and this is all we get??? A blurry ass Bigfoot sighting??

obsessedwithamelie: We saw Lando SIMP IN 4K ON STREAM and now you’re telling me we can’t even get ONE good pic of them actually together?? I’m SICK. → amelieupdates: @obssesedwithamelie We got a man literally losing his mind over her in real time and somehow this blurry pic feels like an attack.

stopwastingtime: I just feel bad for Lando. He was always so private, and now he’s dating someone who loves attention. → bestielookinward: @stopwastingtime Private??? LANDO NORRIS??? The man who was streaming his entire relationship five minutes before this???

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The restaurant was dimly lit, the golden glow of candlelight reflecting off the polished silverware and the deep red roses adorning each table. It was the kind of place meant for romance—intimate, luxurious, and absolutely perfect for their first proper Valentine’s Day together.

Lando and Amelie were seated in a secluded corner, away from prying eyes, but not away from each other. If anything, they were impossibly close—Lando’s arm draped lazily around the back of Amelie’s chair, his fingers occasionally playing with the strands of her hair, while her hand rested on his thigh, tracing absentminded patterns over the fabric of his trousers.

Lando leaned in, his voice low and teasing as he nuzzled against her ear. —You do realize you’ve barely looked at the menu, right?—

Amelie hummed, tilting her head slightly to give him better access. —I already know what I want.—

Lando grinned. —Yeah? What’s that?—

She finally turned to face him, her green eyes twinkling mischievously. —You, obviously.—

Lando groaned dramatically, letting his head drop onto her shoulder. —Ames, we’re in public. You can’t say shit like that.—

Amelie giggled, running her fingers through his curls. —Oh, poor baby. Are you blushing?—

He lifted his head, his expression mock-serious. —First of all, I do not blush. Second, if anyone should be flustered here, it’s you. Because let’s be honest, you haven’t stopped staring at me all night.—

Amelie scoffed, even as her fingers continued to thread through his hair. —Can you blame me? You look disgustingly handsome tonight. It’s actually quite rude.—

Lando smirked, sitting up a little straighter. —Yeah? You like the shirt?—

Her gaze flickered down to the black button-down he was wearing—the same one from earlier, now slightly more unbuttoned, because Lando never resisted the urge to undo a couple of them as the night went on.

—Mhm,— Amelie murmured, toying with one of the open buttons. —Makes you look like trouble.—

Lando’s smirk widened. —That’s funny. You told me earlier that you like trouble.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the way her lips curled into a smile. —Shut up and kiss me.—

Lando didn’t need to be told twice. His hand slid up to cradle her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was the kind of kiss that spoke volumes, the kind that said I love you without needing the words.

When they finally pulled apart, Amelie exhaled softly, resting her forehead against his. —You taste like wine.—

Lando chuckled. —You taste like trouble.—

—Again, you love trouble.—

Lando grinned. —I do. Especially when she’s in a pink dress and looking like the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.—

Amelie’s heart stuttered in her chest. She bit her lip, but her smile still broke through. —Careful, Norris. If you keep talking like that, I’m going to have to keep you forever.—

Lando leaned in again, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth. —Good. That’s exactly what I want.—

Before Amelie could respond, their waiter arrived, clearing his throat politely. Lando reluctantly pulled away, though he kept one hand resting on Amelie’s thigh beneath the table.

They placed their orders—steak for Lando, pasta for Amelie—and once the waiter disappeared, Lando turned back to her, his eyes filled with that familiar fondness that made her stomach flip.

—Can I just say…— He laced their fingers together, bringing her hand up to his lips. —This is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.—

Amelie’s expression softened. —Me too, Lan.—

He tilted his head, his lips brushing over her knuckles. —Kinda crazy, huh? That we’re actually here, doing this properly? After… everything.—

She squeezed his hand. —We were always going to find our way back to each other. You know that, right?—

Lando smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. —Yeah. I know.—

And in that moment, with the warmth of her hand in his, the soft glow of the candlelight between them, and the undeniable certainty that she was it for him—Lando realized something.

He didn’t just love Amelie.

He was completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with her.

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f1wagsgossip: 🚨| Spotted: Lando and Amelie arriving at The Plaza Hotel after their very romantic dinner in NYC last night. 🥂✨

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f1fangirl2000: NOT THIS BLURRY SHIT AGAIN. HOW HARD IS IT TO GET A DECENT PICTURE?? At least we got them together this time, but come on… we deserve better.

teanotlikingit: Omg we get it, they’re dating. Can we move on now?? All this attention for literally no reason... → f1hater: @teanotlikingit Yeah, who cares. Why is everyone obsessed with their every move? Feels like overkill.

bitterf1fan: Why is this such a big deal? It's just another rich, good-looking couple doing the same thing everyone else does. Not impressed.

f1tea: I’m just here waiting for a better quality picture, because this blurry mess isn’t cutting it. 🙄 → pitlaneprincess: @f1tea Same, I’m about to photoshop them together myself at this point.

f1shipper: Honestly, she makes him look like a whole different man—my dude is glowing next to her.

paddockwhispers: Just imagine them in that hotel suite after dinner... 😏 Yeah, I’m definitely not going to be able to sleep tonight. → f1gossipdaily: @paddockwhispers Someone’s definitely getting some tonight…

bitterfangirl: Nah, this whole thing still feels forced. It’s all for the publicity, I’m calling it.

starletfan: I love how their friendship is still so strong even now. It’s the perfect balance of flirty and comfortable.

gridgirlgossip: Okay, so we finally get them together in a picture, and it’s STILL this blurry? Like, what are we doing here? 😩 → popculturebabe: @gridgirlgossip Can we get a photographer that can do their job properly, please?

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The bright lights of New York illuminated the night as Lando and Amelie walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, the weight of paparazzi cameras flashing as they made their way into the grand entrance of The Plaza Hotel. The sound of cameras clicking and flashes lighting up the street was almost deafening, but in that moment, neither of them cared. They were together, and nothing else mattered.

Lando leaned closer to Amelie, his lips brushing against her ear. —You’re glowing tonight, baby.—

She grinned up at him, her fingers tightening around his hand. —Stop it, Lan. You’re making me blush again.—

—Wouldn’t want that to happen. Wouldn’t want anyone else to see how much I’m obsessed with you,— Lando teased, his voice low and warm. He could see the playful spark in her eyes, the one she always had when she was around him, and it made his heart race.

As they entered the lavish lobby, the bellman stepped forward, greeting them with a courteous smile. Lando nodded, giving him a small wink as they made their way to the elevator.

Once inside the privacy of the elevator, Amelie turned to Lando with a mischievous smile. —I’m guessing this isn’t just a casual stop. What’s going on, Lan?—

Lando smirked, his hand sliding down her back to rest on her waist. —You’ll see in a minute, Ames.—

The elevator door opened with a soft chime, and Amelie stepped out, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor as they walked down the plush hallway.

When they reached the door to their suite, Lando swiped the card and led her inside, making sure she couldn’t peek.

Amelie gasped when she stepped into the room, her eyes widening in surprise. The room was decorated with elegant touches—rose petals scattered across the floor, candles flickering softly on the bedside tables, and a bouquet of red roses sitting in a vase on the coffee table. The soft glow of the lights made everything feel intimate, like it was just for the two of them.

Lando stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips as he watched her take it all in. —Surprise, baby.—

Amelie turned to face him, her eyes searching his face. —You did all this? For me?—

Lando’s grin was slow, his eyes filled with affection. —Of course, Ames. You deserve this. You deserve everything.—

Amelie’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he had a romantic side, but this was next level. She swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. —Lan, this is... this is so much.—

He shrugged, his fingers brushing through her hair as he stepped closer. —You’re worth it. I wanted tonight to be special.—

Amelie chuckled softly, her gaze flickering to the bed, where another surprise awaited. A tray of chocolates, champagne, and two flutes rested on the bedspread, next to a handwritten note that simply read: For the most beautiful woman in the world.

—You really went all out, huh?— she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Lando chuckled, stepping closer so he could hold her face in his hands. —You have no idea, baby.—

Her hands cupped his face in return, and for a moment, all the noise in the world faded. It was just the two of them, lost in their own bubble of affection and love. —You’re unbelievable, Lan. Honestly.—

He kissed her then, slow and soft, his lips lingering on hers as he pulled her in closer. Amelie could feel the heat between them, the chemistry they had always shared, intensifying with every second.

When they pulled apart, Lando’s voice was a husky whisper. —I know what I want tonight, Ames. You. All night long.—

Her lips curled into a sly smile as she pressed herself against him. —I’m not saying no to that.—

—Good,— Lando replied, his hands roaming down to her waist as he pulled her closer, their bodies aligning perfectly. —Because I’m not letting you out of this room for the rest of the night.—

Amelie’s laugh was soft but full of meaning as she looked up at him. —You really want me that badly, huh?—

—You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Ames,— Lando murmured, kissing the side of her neck. —Don’t you know that?—

She shivered slightly, the warmth of his breath sending a thrill through her body. —I do now.—

They didn’t need to say much more. With one more passionate kiss, their hands were all over each other, the clothes soon discarded in a rush of heat. Lando’s lips left a trail of fire down Amelie’s neck, and she arched into him, unable to get enough of him. She had never felt so wanted, so completely adored, and in that moment, she knew nothing could come between them.

Tonight was just for them, their connection deeper than ever, and Lando wasn’t going to let go. Not now, not ever.

[satellite-evans]

I'll give you the world

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: choosing a present is hard for someone who has already everything in the world.

Word count: 2.2k+

Warnings: fluff, doubt, making out

A/N:

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Dating Lando was still something you were getting used to. It wasn’t about the fame, the racing, or the cameras—it was about him. The way he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel absentmindedly, lost in thought. The way his laugh bubbled up uncontrollably when he found something truly funny, head thrown back, eyes crinkling at the corners. The way he always pulled you closer, fingers tightening around your wrist, whenever he thought you were about to leave, as if to silently say, stay just a little longer.

It was in the quiet moments that you loved him most. The sleepy murmurs in the morning before either of you were fully awake. The way he’d unconsciously reach for you in his sleep, tugging you closer as if you were his anchor. The way he always made sure to send a quick text me when you’re home after a night out, even if he was halfway across the world.

But when his birthday approached, you found yourself at a loss.

What do you buy someone who already has everything?

You ran through the usual ideas: car accessories, watches, sneakers. But nothing felt right. Either it was too extravagant or too impersonal, and the pressure to make it meaningful had you second-guessing everything. He wasn’t the kind of person who cared about material things—sure, he had the best of the best, but the things he truly cherished were the little things, the moments, the memories.

"What do I even do?" you groaned to your best friend over the phone, flopping onto your bed in frustration. "He can buy whatever he wants. How am I supposed to surprise him?"

Your friend hummed in thought. "Maybe think of it differently. What’s something he wouldn’t buy for himself? Something sentimental?"

That question lingered in your mind long after the call ended.

You thought about Lando—not the racing driver, but the man behind the fame. The one who fell asleep halfway through movies, only to deny it with a sleepy grin when you called him out. The one who made the worst dad jokes just to see you roll your eyes, only to laugh harder when you fought back a smile. The one who still had a tattered old karting helmet on display in his gaming room, not because it was valuable, but because it was his first. Because it meant something.

And then, finally, an idea struck.

On the night of his birthday, you stood outside his place, a carefully wrapped box in one hand and a homemade cake in the other, nerves twisting in your stomach like tangled ribbons. The cool night air nipped at your skin, but it wasn’t the cold that had your heart racing—it was the anticipation, the wondering if this little surprise would be enough. The gift wasn’t extravagant or flashy, but it was thoughtful, personal. At least, that was the hope.

Before you could let doubt creep in, the door swung open, revealing Lando, his signature grin lighting up the dimly lit doorway. His curls were still slightly damp from a shower, a cozy hoodie hanging loosely over his frame. He looked like he’d been waiting all night just for you.

“There you are,” he said, voice warm and easy, like he hadn’t just made your heart lurch in your chest. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a tight hug, the kind that made the rest of the world blur into the background. His arms were strong around you, his chin resting briefly against your temple before he pressed a quick, affectionate kiss there. The scent of fresh laundry and that familiar cologne he always wore wrapped around you, comforting in a way that made your nerves settle—just a little.

“You’re freezing,” he murmured, running his hands up and down your arms in an attempt to warm you up. “Come in, love, before you turn into an icicle.”

Stepping inside, you were immediately enveloped in warmth, the contrast making you realize just how cold you’d been. The air smelled sweet—vanilla, cinnamon, and a hint of chocolate. It wasn’t overwhelming, just subtle enough to feel like home.

Your gaze flickered to the counter, where you set the cake down carefully. The sugary aroma mingled with the quiet stillness of the space, and that’s when it hit you—there was no loud music, no crowded room filled with friends or flashing cameras. Just him. Just you.

You raised an eyebrow, turning to him with an amused smirk. “Lando Norris, the biggest party animal ever, and you didn’t want a massive party? I don’t believe it.”

Lando chuckled, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. “Didn’t feel like it this year,” he admitted with a little shrug. His voice softened as he added, “Just wanted you.”

Your stomach did a ridiculous little flip at that, warmth blooming across your chest. He said it so easily, so matter-of-factly, like there had never been another option. Like he couldn’t imagine spending the night with anyone else.

Trying to shake off the way your heart was stuttering, you quickly gestured toward the cake. “Well, you’re still getting cake,” you announced, pulling the box open. “And I’m singing to you whether you like it or not.”

Lando groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Please, no.”

“Too late,” you said with a wicked grin, striking an exaggerated pose before lighting the candles. Taking in a deep breath, you launched into the most dramatic, horrifically off-key rendition of Happy Birthday that had ever been performed.

“Happy biiirthdaay to youuu, happy biiirthdaay to youuu,” you dragged out the notes, watching as Lando pressed his lips together, trying—and failing—not to laugh. By the time you reached the grand finale, he had his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Happy birthday, dear Lan-dooo, happy birthday to you!”

Lando clapped slowly, his eyes bright with amusement. “That was painful.”

“Excuse you,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “That was a performance, thank you very much. A labor of love.”

“A labor of something, that’s for sure,” he teased, dodging the half-hearted swat you sent his way.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a knife and carefully cut two generous slices, handing one to him before picking up your own fork. “Whatever. The cake will make up for it.”

Lando took a bite, eyes widening slightly before he let out a satisfied hum. “Okay, fine,” he admitted, mouth half-full. “Maybe you are forgiven.”

“Damn right, I am.”

"You never told me you could bake." Lando said, whilst he was still eagerly eating his birthday cake.

You shrugged, feeling oddly pleased. "I don’t do it often. But special occasions call for special effort."

He grinned, reaching over to swipe a bit of frosting onto his finger before tapping it against the tip of your nose. "Well, consider me impressed."

The two of you lingered at the counter, taking your time with the cake, stealing bites from each other’s plates in between soft laughter. It became a game—Lando would pretend to be too distracted to notice you sneaking a bite of his, only to turn at the last second and catch you in the act. The mock scandal in his expression, the dramatic gasp, the way he’d immediately retaliate by swiping frosting from your plate—it all had you grinning so hard your cheeks hurt.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered after you successfully managed to get a forkful of his cake for the third time. “This is my birthday, and you’re the one getting extra cake?”

You licked a bit of frosting off your thumb, feigning innocence. “I can’t help it. Yours just tastes better.”

Lando narrowed his eyes at you, clearly unconvinced, before dipping his finger into a dollop of frosting and swiping it across the tip of your nose.

You gasped, mouth dropping open. “Lando!”

“Oops,” he said, entirely unapologetic, leaning back against the counter with a shit-eating grin. “Bit of an accident, that.”

“An accident?” You scoffed, wiping at your nose, but before you could retaliate, he ducked away with a laugh, already bracing for your revenge.

The playful moment settled into something softer, quieter, as the two of you finished off the last bites, licking stray bits of frosting off your fingers.

And then, finally, it was time for the present.

You wiped your hands on a napkin, nerves creeping back in as you reached into your bag. The laughter faded into something more expectant, your heart thudding a little too fast as you pulled out the carefully wrapped box. You hesitated for just a second, your fingers tightening around it, before pushing it toward him across the counter.

Lando’s brows lifted, his ever-present smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. That look—the one that always made your stomach flip. “You’re nervous.”

“A little,” you admitted, twisting your fingers in your lap. “Just open it.”

To your relief, he didn’t tease you further. Instead, he gave you one last amused glance before turning his attention to the box, carefully peeling back the wrapping paper. His movements were unhurried, precise—the way he always was with things that mattered. The sound of the crinkling paper filled the quiet space, stretching the moment, making your stomach twist with anticipation.

And then, finally, he lifted the lid.

For a second, he didn’t move. His blue eyes locked onto the object inside, his expression flickering through a range of emotions—curiosity, intrigue, and then, something that looked almost like wonder.

A levitating globe.

The sleek black stand seemed to disappear beneath it, letting the illuminated sphere hover weightlessly in midair. The dim glow from the continents reflected in his wide eyes as he reached out, his fingers hovering just above its surface before finally brushing against it.

“It’s just…” He trailed off, watching as the globe spun effortlessly beneath his touch. A soft, breathless laugh escaped him. “How is this even—? It’s floating.”

Your own nervous laugh bubbled up. “I figured… what do you get the guy who already has everything? You give him the world.” You paused, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Well, a tiny floating version of it.”

Lando’s head snapped up, his gaze meeting yours, and for a moment, he just looked at you. His lips parted slightly, like he had something to say but wasn’t sure how to say it.

And then, the biggest smile broke across his face—one of those wide, dimpled grins that made your heart stumble over itself.

“You’re unbelievable.” His voice was softer now, like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

You tilted your head, feigning nonchalance. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

His fingers spun the globe one last time before reaching for your hand, his grip warm and firm. “A very, very good thing.”

Your stomach flipped at the softness in his voice, at the way he was looking at you like you had somehow just handed him something priceless.

“You really like it?” you asked, still a little uncertain.

Lando glanced back at the globe, watching the continents blur together, before shaking his head slightly, like he couldn’t wrap his head around it. “I don’t just like it.” His gaze flicked back to you, full of something deep and unreadable. “This is one of the coolest things anyone’s ever given me. Seriously.”

The relief that washed over you was instant, but before you could say anything—before you could even process how happy he looked—he was already closing the distance between you.

His lips met yours in a kiss that started soft, slow, but quickly deepened. One of his hands tangled in your hair, tilting your head just the way he liked, while the other slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He was warm—so warm—and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he kissed you with quiet urgency.

His lips tasted like frosting and something undeniably him, and you sighed against his mouth, your fingers gripping onto his sweater for support.

Lando made a sound in response, low and satisfied, his grip tightening as he angled the kiss deeper. His thumb traced slow, teasing circles against your hip, and heat coiled low in your stomach, a shiver running down your spine.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, his breath was warm against your lips. His voice was rougher, lower when he murmured, “Best birthday ever.”

You let out a small, breathless laugh, your fingers still curled into the fabric of his sweater. “You sure it’s not just because of the kiss?”

His grin was slow, utterly shameless. “That definitely helped.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him playfully, but before you could pull away, he caught your wrist, his grip gentle but firm.

His thumb brushed across your knuckles before he tugged you closer again, this time pressing a lingering, unhurried kiss to your lips—slower, softer, like he had all the time in the world.

And maybe, just maybe, he did.

Because right now, in this quiet little moment, there was nothing else. No distractions, no pressure, no expectations. Just the two of you.

And all those nerves, all the overthinking, melted away.

Because maybe Lando didn’t actually need the world.

Maybe, he just needed you.

[robertsfloyd]

OMG!! PUPPIES IS EVERYTHING!! I want to see them taking care of their pups and how Carlos and Oscar react to that😭😭

I need more parts. If you can. Please and thank you🥺

i got soooo many requests for this one

cw: pregnancy, hybrid au, lando is a horny mutt

part one part two

your owner was furious. no, more tan furious. he wanted blood.

you whimpered as he pulled you through the hallway of the apartment complex. carlos didn't acknowledge you has he stopped in front of the door. apartment number 81.

"oscar!" he shouted as his fists pounded on the door. "open up!"

your ears were flat against your head as you whimpered. you hated it when carlos was scary like this.

but, the second he looked at you, his expression softened. "come here," he said gently and pulled you into him. his hand was on your stomach, not yet round with child, as he tucked your head against his chest. he didn't mean to scare you, didn't want to put you under any kind of stress.

but he couldn't help how angry he was.

even before carlos had knocked on the door, oscar's puppy was acting up. crying at the door, begging oscar to open it (he had been trained not to open it himself).

but then carlos knocked.

"she's there! she's there! she's there!" lando cried as oscar approached the door. he pulled it open, tried to open it just enough that lando could get out.

but he didn't get that lucky.

as soon as the door was open, lando was outside. he launched himself at you, wrapped his arms around you. you did the same, holding him as tightly as he was holding you.

it seemed almost mocking that his tail was hitting carlos's leg. he hooked his finger around the back of lando's shirt and tugged.

a whimper left his lips as he was pulled away from you. "fucking mutt," carlos growled, fist raised as if he was going hit lando.

"no!" you cried, trying to get between them. oscar grabbed lando, pulled him back into the apartment as you held carlos, whimpering as you nuzzled your head against his chest.

with lando safely behind him, oscar turned towards carlos. "good to see you too," he said through a breath.

"your mutt got my girl pregnant," he said, voice low.

oscar looked at you. his eyes flicked down to your stomach before he turned to lando. "seriously?" he asked as a smile crossed lando's face, proud of himself clearly. "you got her pregnant."

you answered for him, nodding. all you wanted to do was go towards lando, for him to wrap his arms around you and hold you close. for him to kiss you and bend you over the coffee table, rut into you until you were pregnant with another lot of his puppies.

"she's mine. my mate," lando said as he folded his arms over his chest. his tail was still wagging, eyes not leaving you. "why shouldn't i get her pregnant?"

oscar shook his head. "should have gotten you neutered when i got you," he mumbled and stood to the side.

you were properly looking at him now, oscar no longer between you. but you turned to carlos. "can i?" you asked, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes. "besides, you gotta sort things out with oscar, right?"

a sigh left carlos's lips. "go on, puppy. go to him."

you were running. in maybe three paces you had reached him, had thrown yourself into his arms. your lips were on him, fingers tangling through his curls. both of your tails wagged as you were utterly consumed by each other.

eyes shut, trying to get closer and closer. he pawed at your clothes and you tugged at his.

"okay, okay," either carlos or oscar said, but you couldn't tell who. couldn't really tell what they were saying, what it meant.

but, suddenly, you were pulled away from each other. "no more puppies for now, okay?" oscar said as he stared into his pups eyes. lando swallowed, nodded and was once again reaching for you.

"you're okay with this?" carlos asked as he rubbed at the back of your neck.

"yeah," you said quickly. "yeah. like he said, he's my mate."

mate. they couldn't exactly keep you away from each other now, could they.

as soon as they let go of the two of you, you were back in each others arms. kissing until the need from air pulled you away from each other. at least you weren't trying to get each other naked, for now.

"we're gonna have to get him some condoms," oscar mumbled.

"as soon as she's given birth, she's going on birth control," carlos grumbled.

they couldn't keep you away from each other, they knew that now.

i'm putting all the requests i got for puppies down here

thank you all for the love on puppies!! i love it too and i love having a community that will support my fics, no matter how strange they are!! i love you all

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 10

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lizzie stepped out of her building and stopped dead in her tracks.

Parked at the curb, looking obnoxiously shiny and way too clean, was a brand-new Range Rover. Like, brand new. As in, it still had that fresh-off-the-lot aura and possibly even the smell.

She took a few steps closer, her eyes wide in disbelief. It was...quite something. The shiny silver paint glittered in the afternoon sun, and the rims looked expensive, too expensive. Like, the kind of expensive that made her cringe a little, wondering just how much money Lando had spent on this.

Lando was leaning against the hood, hands in his pockets, looking way too pleased with himself. He grinned as soon as he saw her. “Morning.”

Lizzie narrowed her eyes. “Tell me that’s a rental.”

Lando’s grin widened. “It’s not.”

Lizzie felt like banging her head against a wall. Why, oh why, did he have to be so stupidly rich? "You bought it, didn't you?" she asked, her voice a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Lando opened the passenger door for her, completely unbothered. “You said you needed a four-seater.”

Lizzie looked at him, then at the car, then back at him. “So your solution was to buy a whole Range Rover??”

 “I needed one,” Lando said simply.

Lizzie scoffed, hauling Mara’s travel bag over her shoulder as the Labrador hopped into the backseat. “You did not need one. You just didn’t want to admit you didn’t have a single practical car.”

Lando shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing in the world. "It's a good car. Safe, reliable, plenty of space for Mara."

Lizzie crossed her arms, trying to hold back a sigh. This man was absolutely maddening. "And you couldn't have rented one, like a normal person?"

Lando raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. "Where's the fun in that?" He was clearly enjoying her reaction, the bastard.

Lizzie glanced around the interior as she got in. The thing was so pristine it didn’t even look lived in. “How long have you had this?”

Lando started the engine, the sound of the purring engine filling the air. "Just bought it yesterday."

Lizzie gaped at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

Lando turned to her, smirking. “Yeah? And?”

Lizzie shook her head, unable to stop smiling. “It’s kinda endearing.”

Lando wiggled his eyebrows. “I knew it.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were warm as she settled into the definitely-not-rented passenger seat of Lando’s definitely-bought-on-a-whim Range Rover.

"Besides, now I have a car to chauffeur you and Mara around," Lando said proudly.

Lizzie bit back a laugh. "Oh, so now you're my chauffeur?"

Lando glanced over, grinning. "Who else can say they have a F1 driver as their personal chauffeur?"

Lizzie rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "Very witty."

She settled back into her seat, enjoying the feeling of the luxurious leather against her skin. "So, where to, chauffeur?"

"London," Lando answered easily. "I got us a hotel near Hyde Park. You know, for Mara."

"That was....really thoughtful," she conceded.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Of course it was. I'm thoughtful. I'm thoughtful and rich and handsome." He winked at her.

Lizzie raised an eyebrow. "You sure you didn't get the penthouse suite, too?" she asked, only half-joking.

Lando merely shrugged, not even trying to deny it. "Only the best for my girls."

The casual way he said it, referring to her as 'my girls' sent a flurry of warm, fuzzy feelings swirling around in her chest. 

He had indeed gone for the Penthouse. At a hotel that she was pretty sure was fancier than even the ones she got when she was on her usual reading journeys.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Lizzie said, trying and failing to sound exasperated.

Lando gave her a lopsided smile, clearly enjoying himself. "Yeah, but you like me anyway."

"I love you," she blurted out.

The air in the room suddenly felt charged. Lando’s eyes flicked to her, his expression softening, the smirk gone.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. “You do?” he asked, his voice low and quiet.

Lizzie held his gaze, her heart pounding. "Of course I do," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "You're infuriating, and extravagant, and impossible, but I love you anyway."

Lando's hand closed around hers, and he lifted it, brushing his lips against her knuckles. "Good," he murmured. "Because I love you, too."

Lizzie had faced a lot of nerve-wracking moments in her life.

The first time she had to pitch her book to an editor.

The first time she stood in front of a crowd for a live reading.

The time she accidentally ended up sitting next to a literal royal at a publishing gala and tried very hard to act normal about it.

But somehow, meeting Lando’s best friend felt just as intimidating.

It wasn’t that she thought Max Fewtrell would be mean—Still, she didn’t have much time to overthink it before Lando knocked on the apartment door.

Max opened it a second later, and his eyes barely even landed on her before immediately locking onto Mara—who, because she was the world’s most dramatic dog, was proudly wearing her Ferrari bandana.

Max blinked.

Then he burst out laughing.

“Mate.” His voice was filled with delight. “You were not joking when you said your girlfriend is a Ferrari fan. How is that going for you, McLaren Driver?"

Lando rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Ha ha, very funny," he said, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

Max's gaze shifted to Lizzie, and his laughter subsided into a warm smile. "You must be Lizzie, then? I'm Max Fewtrell. This is already isso much better than I expected,” he said as he closed the door behind them.

Lizzie smiled nervously, trying to ignore the way her palms suddenly felt sweaty. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Max stepped forward, pulling her into a friendly hug. “It’s great to finally meet the woman that’s putting up with Lando's bullshit.”

From the couch, a woman with dark blonde  hair—Pietra, Max’s girlfriend, presumably—laughed. “Oh, this is already fun.”

Lando gave them both a mock glare. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his arm sliding automatically around Lizzie's waist.

Max threw him a smirk. "Don't act like you're not a handful, mate."

Lizzie leaned into Lando's side, feeling a little more at ease. It was somewhat reassuring to know that Lando's friends found his antics just as endearing as she did.

Pietra jumped up from the couch, walking over and pulling Lizzie into a tight hug. "Ignore those two. It's wonderful to meet you! Lando has talked a lot about you."

"Yeah, especially since he finally managed to ask you out," Max said drily.

Lando shot Max a glare, which only made the latter smirk wider.

"Only took him three months." Max added.

But before Lando could change the subject, Lizzie turned to him with a sudden realization.

“Wait,” she said, narrowing her eyes. "That wasn't the first time you were in that cafe?"

Lando stiffened. “Uh—”

Max let out a noise of excitement. “Oh my God, you haven’t told her?”

“Told me what?” Lizzie demanded.

Pietra grinned, leaning forward like this was the best entertainment she’d seen all week.

“Mate, three months,” Max announced, grinning. “He sat in that café for three months just staring at you like some lovesick teenager.”

Lizzie’s jaw dropped.

She turned to Lando. “You did not.”

Lando rubbed a hand over his face, groaning. “I hate you, Max.”

But Max was thrilled. “Oh, he did. He'd go there to buy his aily coffee even when he could have gotten that at the MTC and then he bought overpriced pastries that he pawned off to unsuspecting McLaren Engineers."

Lando shot Max a withering look. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Max shrugged, completely unapologetic. "What can I say? It was hilarious to watch.”

Lando, red-faced and clearly miserable, mumbled, “I was going to say something. Eventually."

Max snorted. “Not in this century, mate.”

Lizzie bit her lip, trying to fight her grin. She reached out, threading her fingers through Lando’s and squeezing his hand.

“Three months, huh?” she said, looking at him fondly. “You really liked me.”

Lando sighed, resigned to his fate.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I really did.”

[meeraonpole]

You Should’ve Told Me

Summery:Reader as not been feeling well for a week and Lando now finds out.

The low hum of the car engine filled the quiet space between you and Lando as he drove down the winding road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting absentmindedly on your thigh. The sky outside was painted in soft hues of orange and pink as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over everything in sight.

You had spent the afternoon together—just the two of you—driving around, grabbing snacks, and listening to music. It was the kind of simple, peaceful day you both cherished when he wasn’t off racing around the world.

Lando had his sunglasses perched on his nose, one elbow resting on the open window as the wind tousled his curls. He looked effortlessly good, like he always did, completely at ease in the driver’s seat. His fingers tapped against your leg in time with the song playing on the radio.

Then, you decided to ask.

“Hey, Lando?”

He hummed in response, glancing at you briefly before returning his eyes to the road.

“Can you take me to the doctor tomorrow?”

The second the words left your mouth, you felt his hand tense slightly against your thigh. His fingers stilled, no longer drumming to the beat. His expression shifted—subtle, but you caught it.

Lando never liked when something was wrong and he didn’t know about it.

He straightened up in his seat a little. “Wait, what? Why?”

You shrugged, trying to keep it casual. “I’ve just been feeling kinda dizzy lately. Thought I should get it checked out.”

His jaw tightened as he processed what you’d just said. “Dizzy?” He repeated, his voice a little sharper now. “Since when?”

You hesitated. “Uh… like a week?”

His foot lifted off the gas pedal slightly, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “A week?” he echoed, glancing at you in disbelief before looking back at the road. “Y/N, why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s not like I’m passing out or anything. Just… you know, lightheaded sometimes.”

Lando scoffed, shaking his head. “Not a big deal?” His voice was softer now, but there was frustration laced within his words. “You’ve been feeling like this for a week, and I’m only hearing about it now?”

You reached over and squeezed his arm gently. “Lan, I’m fine. I just wanna be sure, that’s all.”

He exhaled through his nose, clearly still annoyed, but he covered your hand with his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah, well, we’re going first thing in the morning,” he muttered, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

You smiled at his protectiveness, leaning your head back against the seat. “Thank you.”

Lando sighed again, running a hand through his curls as he pulled into your driveway. Once he parked, he turned toward you, his blue-green eyes scanning your face as if searching for any sign that you were worse off than you were letting on.

“You’re really okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. “I promise.”

He studied you for another moment before shaking his head with a soft chuckle. “You’re so annoying,” he murmured, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You laughed. “How?”

“Because you make me worry,” he muttered against your skin. “And I don’t like worrying about you even though i always do but now you make me worry even more.”

Your heart melted as he pulled away just enough to look into your eyes.

“Well, now you know how I feel every race weekend,” you teased.

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the fond smile tugging at his lips. “Touché.”

He reached for you again, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. You sighed contentedly, letting yourself melt into his embrace.

“I’ll take care of you, okay?” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head. “You just have to tell me when you’re not feeling good.”

You nodded against his chest. “Okay.”

He kissed your hair again before pulling back with a cheeky grin. “And if the doctor says you just need to eat more snacks, I’m never letting you live it down.”

You groaned, swatting at his chest. “Shut up.”

Lando just laughed, pulling you closer once more. And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you knew that no matter what, he would always be there for you.

[f1lovr]

LOUD AND CLEAR | LN4

pairing: lando norris x fem!deaf reader

summary: the 4 times that fans noticed the way lando was with you and the 1 time they finally realized why.

warnings: none i don't think

1.the garage whispers

fans noticed things, they always did, but sometimes their reasons were a little bit off, like with lando and his girlfriend.

you had been in the mclaren garage one day. while lando's world was loud, yours was quiet. you were completely deaf, you had cochlear implants but sometimes during race weekends they would get overwhelmed with the loud noise making it harder to process what was happening.

one thing that lando never failed to do though was lean closer for you to hear him. his head falling down so his lips were by your ear, making sure your implants could pick up what he was saying.

"you okay?" he asked you, his voice soft and gentle but still loud enough for your implants to pick up easily, his hand gently resting at the small of your back.

you nodded your head with a smile, "just loud" you say softly.

he nodded his head knowing you hated when he fussed over you and that if you got overwhelmed you'd either tell him or you would leave so he knew you were okay.

his hand came up to tap his heart 3 times, not exactly sign language but a sign that you both had started doing, the simple act saying "i love you."

you smiled and tapped your heart back before saying a small goodbye to him as he left to go get ready for qualifying.

the small whispers and acts didn't go unnoticed by fans though, their theories being far from the truth though.

user1: the way lando's so in love with her user2: watching them whisper to each other feels so intimate user3: WHAT DID HE SAY TO HER?

2.his little taps

lando didn't ever call for you, even when you could hear him. every time he wanted your attention he would simply tap you, a small shoulder tap, the squeeze of an arm, tap on the wrist, just something small.

one time that it was noticed by fans was when you were walking into the paddock together. lando had gotten stopped by some fans and as if on instinct his hand had come to tap your shoulder to get your attention

you turned to him with a small smile, watching as he didn't say anything simply gesturing to the group of fans letting you know he had stopped to sign some stuff, standing and waiting for him to finish with the fans before you guys continued. nothing had been said between the two of you, just silent communication which definitely caused an uproar between fans.

user1: why did bro tap her instead of calling for her user2: he's so in love he needs her to feel him before he speaks user3: they're actually so cute, the way he didn't have to say anything and she knew.

3.face offs

even when you were wearing your cochlears sometimes it was hard to hear so lando would always face you when he spoke so you could read his lips easier.

dinner? he was sat in front of you. talking with fans? he made sure you were stood in front of who was talking to you if you were with him. interviews? if you were watching he was always facing you in some way so you could see his lips.

fans picked up on the pattern easily. the way he always stood in front of you before he started speaking, or the way he'd turn your head, it confused them for sure not knowing the reasoning but they still speculated.

user1: lando being a soft boyfriend for the 200th time. user2: the way he always makes sure she can see him, i love them your honor :( user3: they're so in love it's sickening

4. the signs

it was a no brainer that lando would learn sign language when you guys started to date, despite being able to hear him with your implants he still wanted to learn so if you weren't wearing them he could communicate.

the moment the fans started noticing was during a podium. lando had just finished in P2 and while he was up there he had signed "i love you" to you. from there the fans had started noticing the smaller moments.

the small signs in the garage when he was talking to you, the random signs in interviews as if someone was watching that he wanted them to see.

a favorite clip would be during one of lando's twitch streams though. he was playing a game but suddenly had paused it turning to look in the doorway. you were off camera so they couldn't see you as you stood trying to get lando's attention without disturbing him.

what they did see though was the way lando turned to you and instead of saying anything he had signed with his hands, a silent conversation just for the two of you.

"sorry guys, just checking something," lando had said after turning back to the stream when you had left, leaving the fans confused.

user1: WAS HE SIGNING? user2: since when did lando know sign language? user3: was he signing to Y/N?

+1 the time where everything clicked.

you had been with lando in the paddock one day during a race weekend. at this point you were deaf to the world because the batteries for your implants had died. you were stood scourging for your spares in lando's bag when fans came up, getting lando's attention and trying to get yours.

they were confused when they called your name and you didn't answer until lando tapped you making your head look up from where it was buried searching in the bag on his back, a huge smile coming to your face when you notice the fans.

"hi!" you say as you come to stand at lando's side.

"she's deaf, she can read lips though so just make sure you're facing her when you speak," lando explained, signing with his hands.

the fans' mouths dropped, everything making so much more sense to them, the whispers, the small taps, the way he was always faced to you, the way he knew sign language.

while you talked with fans, taking a couple times to ask for repeats, lando was searching in his bag for your batteries, changing them out for you before a gentle hand came to your shoulder to not startle you as he put them on for you, the noise of the paddock filling your ears as they connected.

the both of you finished talking with the fans, taking a couple pictures with them before saying goodbye, knowing the announcement was about to break the internet.

user1: omg she's deaf it all makes so much more sense now. user2: STOP HE LEARNED SIGN LANGUAGE FOR HER user3: lando "i'd learn another language for her" norris user4: they are actually so cute

everything clicked for the fans after that day, and suddenly lando's love for you was so much bigger, because he didn't just love you, he understood you, and did everything he could do so you could understand him.