#landof1

[rubywillkins]

Hello I just saw that you opened the café could I please order a White mocha with whipped cream, almond soy and oat milk and for appetizers caprese skewers and meatballs and cheese sticks for main course butter fried chicken, potato gnocchi and sparkling water with club soda with Lando Norris? I hope it's not too much and can't wait to see what you write ☺️

Sure darling ♥️, nothing is too much darling you can ask as much you want ♥️

Lando Norris |

Between Laps and Love

Pairing lando × female reader

White Mocha married whipped cream sweet sex almond milk vaginal sex soy milk oral sex oat milk fingering caprese skewers Breeding kink meat balls body worship cheese sticks Praise kink butter fried chicken "slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere" potato gnocchi "shh, just look at me, baby" sparkling water after care club soda pillow talk

The quiet hum of rain filled the room as Lando stood by the window, gazing out at the dimly lit city. Y/N was seated on the bed, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, her delicate features illuminated by the warm glow of the bedside lamp.

“You’re staring again,” she said, her voice teasing as she caught his reflection in the glass.

Lando turned, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I can’t help it. You’re the most beautiful thing in my world.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, but she laughed lightly. “You say that every day.”

“Because it’s true,” he replied, crossing the room to her. He knelt in front of her, his hands resting gently on her thighs. “You’re stunning, Y/N. Every inch of you, inside and out. And I fall in love with you a little more every single day.”

She reached out, her fingers threading through his curls. “You’re a charmer, Lando Norris,” she whispered, her voice soft. “But I love you for it.”

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers. The kiss was slow, unhurried, a reflection of the deep bond they shared. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, pouring all his love and admiration into the moment.

As they pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve been thinking about something,” he murmured.

“What is it?” she asked, her breath warm against his lips.

“I want us to have a baby,” he said, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. “I want to see you carrying our child, to create a life that’s part of both of us.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she cupped his face in her hands. “I’ve been thinking about that too, Lando,” she admitted. “I want it more than anything.”

He smiled, his heart swelling with love. “Then let’s try,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with promise.

He slowly spread your legs and starts drawing circles on your clit while caressing your stomach slowly while kissing your lips..

He starts to move towards your jaw to your neck... marking you with his mouth... He slowly inserted his one finger inside and than another...

He was fingering you while sucking on your breasts... And you were pulling his hair in joy.. he definitely know what was he doing... "Baby, your breast are so soft... And you have the most beautiful pussy" he said mesmerized by your beautiful body...

He inserted his third finger but it was a bit too much for you so you winced in pain... "Lando, stopp.. it hurts" "shh, just look at me, baby, let me love you"

He removed his fingers from you and starts to suck on your clit... Gently at first... Than turning rough .. he was sucking your clit.. while kneeding your breast.. while your hands were still in his hair.. pressing his head to your clit...

After sometime you came in his mouth..

He inserted his dick and started fucking you in missionary... He didn't wait.. he was too needy...

His pace was fast.. "slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere"

You said moaning his name..

"yea just wait.. I'm gonna fill this pussy up with my babies".. "gosh y/n you will look so good pregnent"..

He was fuckinh you in missionary... And than he put both of your legs on his shoulder and starts to fuck you more deeply...

With every pound in you, you can feel how much he needed you.. with all his love.

After nearly fucking for hours..you he came inside you multiple times.. filling your soft pussy with his white semen...

Lando and Y/N lay tangled in each other, their breaths still uneven but slowly calming. The bed was warm, the air heavy with the scent of love and intimacy.

Lando shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. Y/N’s cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen from their kisses, and her hair spread out like a halo on the pillow. She looked utterly perfect to him.

“You’re glowing,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered on her cheek, his touch impossibly gentle.

Y/N laughed softly, her voice still husky. “That’s just the sweat, love.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, his expression serious yet adoring. “It’s you. You’re breathtaking, Y/N. Every inch of you.” His hand trailed down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop being in awe of you.”

She bit her lip, her heart swelling at his words. “You have a way with compliments, don’t you?”

“Only when it comes to you,” he replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

After a few moments, Lando rolled out of bed and offered her his hand. “Come on,” he said softly.

She looked up at him, puzzled. “Where are we going?”

“To clean up. I can’t have my baby feeling uncomfortable, can I?”

Y/N smiled, taking his hand and letting him guide her to the bathroom. He ran the warm water, soaking a soft cloth before gently dabbing at her skin. His touch was tender, and his focus was entirely on her.

“You don’t have to—” she began, but he interrupted her with a soft kiss.

“I want to,” he said. “Taking care of you is the greatest privilege.”

He continued with slow, deliberate movements, ensuring she felt nothing but comfort. When he was done, she returned the favor, tracing the cloth over his broad chest and shoulders, the intimacy deepening with every shared glance and soft touch.

Once they were both refreshed, he carried her back to bed, pulling the covers up around them. Y/N nestled against him, her head on his chest and her hand tracing idle circles on his skin.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked after a while, her voice a whisper in the quiet room.

“About you. About us,” Lando replied, his fingers playing with her hair. “And how lucky I am to have you. Do you know how much I love you?”

“I think I have an idea,” she teased, looking up at him with a playful smile.

He shook his head. “Not enough. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.” He paused, his hand moving to rest over hers on his chest. “And I can’t stop thinking about what it’ll be like when we have a baby. Our baby, Y/N. They’ll have your eyes, your smile... and they’ll know every day how loved they are.”

Tears prickled her eyes at his words. “You’ll be the best father, Lando. I know it.”

“And you’ll be the most incredible mother,” he whispered, kissing her knuckles. “But until then, we have each other. And I’ll make sure every moment with you is unforgettable.”

The rest of the night was spent in soft murmurs and gentle laughter, their hands never losing contact, their love wrapping them in warmth. Eventually, sleep claimed them, their dreams filled with visions of a future they couldn’t wait to build together

[still-we-rise]

Hope you're doing well! Also love the new banner lmao... for the ask thing, 17, 51, 72/73 :)

If I’m answering late, I’m verry sorry, I just woke up ;_; I hope you’re doing amazing! And thank you so much, I love it too 😄 

17. Is there a driver that you liked but now don't?

Definitely Kimi. When I got into F1 I really liked him (sic!), but further on I learned that he’s kind of an asshole and gets away with behavior unacceptable for others. 

51. Which was your favourite line up?

I won’t be very unique here - Lando and Carlos. I wasn’t really a McLaren fan before, but they managed to highlight the best from the team as well as from each other. Their partnership on and outside the track was really nice to watch. 

72. Are there any F1 blogs which you would reccomend? / 73. Are there any F1 blogs who you think deserve more appreciation?

To be honest, I can’t really tell which blogs deserve more appreciation, because I am on f1blr just for a month. I’d reccomend basically all my mututals (as if they really need any reccomendation from such a small blog, but OH WELL) @i-control-the-die, @loving-drivers, @norristroll, @1-800-honeybadger, @starfiregal17, @ricciarbon, @landof1, @blesshimnorris, @mushroomlance, @pierresteban, @lilpoacher, @xxntroverted, @wepickedthisgame, @norrussell, @sports--addicted, @thestrollpatrol, @georgerus63, @vettelbaby, @vettelians, @ricciardhohoho and someone called... uh... @f1-writer?, dunno, don’t know them. (if I forgot anyone I’m sorry, it’s early and I’m dying) 

Thank you very much, this was my first ask I ever received 💖💖💖

[danyellingfuck]

was tagged by @jetmode and @ricciardosf1 thank you both sm!!

rules: tag 8 people you’d like to get to know better.

name/alias: bayleigh or just bay :,)

birthday: october 10

zodiac sign: libra

hobbies: baking, recording music, reading

favourite colours: red and black

favourite books: the green mile by stephen king and the female of the species by mindy mcginnis

last song I listened to: mardy bum by the arctic monkeys

last film I watched: harry potter and the order of the phoenix (realized a couple weeks ago i’ve never actually watched all the harry potter movies so i’ve been working my way through)

love: long drives, screaming along to loud music, thunderstorms (at the same time, preferably)

something that helps people: uhhhhhhmmmmm surrounding yourself with supportive, kind people is the first thing that comes to mind :/

meaning behind url: alyssa (@danielthemechanic) and i were trying to figure out what my url could be while also watching the videos of angry red bull dan so it just Came To Be

tagging: @danielthemechanic @laurenault @toto-wolff @mclarenz @ilovejevsjeans @landof1 @dannyric @riccflair-dripp (sorry if you already did it 🥺) 

[jetmode]

tagged by the one and only @danyellingfuck, thank youu, ilysm!! 💖

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

riding a wave // love fame tragedy

bigmouth strikes again // the smiths

night ride // the growlers

social climb // iDKHOW

you brroke my heart // brunettes shoot blondes

sad happy // circa waves

mr. brightside // the killers

pink lemonade // the wombats

brazil // declan mckenna

píseň neznámého vojína // karel kryl

this actually came out really well, i genuinely love all of these songs so much ahkhksksn

tagging @formulatris @danielsavocado @stuffstephstans @verstappening @ricciardosf1 @4norris @scharletred

and my three newest mutuals @1-800-honeybadger @landof1 @ricciardo-norris

enjoy!

[rubywillkins]

Mocha, hazelnut mocha, shot of espresso, almond and soy milk, Bruschetta, beef diced potatoes, Habenaro BBQ shrimp, Potato gnocchi, Ham carbonara, Sparkling water

Ln4 x fem reader pls!

Sure darling ♥️

Lando Norris |

One bed, No exit

Pairing Lando × female reader

Mocha enemies to lover(rival) hazelnut mocha only one bed shot of espresso Rough sex almond milk vaginal sex soya milk oral sex Bruschetta Edging beef diced potatoes "do you need to use your safe word, darling?" Habenaro BBQ shrimp "its my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off" Potato gnocchi "shh, just look at me baby" Ham carbonara "its hot when you talk back" sparking water after care

The Monaco Grand Prix weekend had been as dramatic off the track as it was on. Lando Norris, the quick-witted and perpetually sassy Formula 1 driver, found himself sparring all season with his fiercest rival, Y/n . The two were infamous for their public squabbles, trading sharp words in interviews and pointed glares in the paddock.

That’s why, when Lando arrived at the hotel after a grueling day of practice sessions, the last thing he expected was to find y/n standing at the check-in desk looking equally annoyed.

“What are you doing here?” Lando asked, his British accent laced with mock horror.

“Checking in, obviously,” she snapped, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder.

The receptionist cleared their throat nervously. “I’m terribly sorry, but there’s been a mix-up. We’re fully booked, and… well, the only available room is a double that you’ll have to share.”

Y/n’s jaw dropped. “You must be joking.”

Lando smirked. “Oh, this is rich. Guess the universe loves irony.”

“I’d rather sleep in the pit lane than share with you,” she shot back, her brown eyes blazing.

“And I’d rather sleep on a bed of Pirelli tires, but here we are,” Lando retorted, tossing his bag on his shoulder.

After a lengthy standoff and some heated whispers, they reluctantly agreed to share the room—for one night.

The room was undeniably luxurious, but the centerpiece—a singular king-sized bed—made them both groan in unison.

“Great. Of course, there’s only one bed,” Lando said, flopping onto the mattress dramatically. “Looks like I win the bed lottery.”

Y/n crossed her arms. “Get up. I’m not sleeping on the couch.”

Lando propped himself up on his elbows, a mischievous grin on his face. “Well, I’m not sleeping on the couch either. So unless you’re planning to arm-wrestle me for it, I guess we’re sharing.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Fine. But stay on your side.”

“Darling, if I cross the invisible line, you have my full permission to smack me,” Lando quipped, winking.

By the time Y/m emerged from the bathroom in her tank top and shorts, Lando was sprawled on his side of the bed, scrolling through his phone with an exaggerated look of disinterest.

“Try not to snore,” he said without looking up.

“Try not to talk in your sleep,” she shot back, sliding under the covers.

“Why would I need to talk? You’d argue with me even in my dreams.”

“Good night, Lando,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Sweet dreams, darling,” he replied, his voice dripping with mock sweetness.

The silence stretched as they lay in the dark, neither able to sleep.

“Do you ever stop talking?” Y/n finally said, breaking the stillness.

“Do you ever stop pretending you hate me?” Lando countered, turning to face her.

Y/n blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, smirking. “You’ve been mad at me since day one, but let’s be honest—you don’t hate me. You just hate that I’m better at banter.”

She let out a disbelieving laugh. “Better at banter? You think that’s what this is about?”

“Absolutely,” he said smugly. “And maybe because I look better in a race suit.”

Y/n sat up, narrowing her eyes at him. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here we are. Sharing a bed. Life’s funny, isn’t it?”

The corner of her mouth twitched despite herself. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re gorgeous when you’re mad,” he said softly, the playful edge in his voice giving way to something more sincere.

She froze, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. For the first time, the teasing melted away, leaving something raw and unspoken between them.

It started with a kiss—tentative, questioning—but it quickly spiraled into something far more consuming. Months of biting words and unspoken tension came to a head as they gave in to what they had both been too stubborn to admit.

Lando made you sit on his lap... You both were in lotus position... You were half naked at this point.. and he was just in his boxers..

He both were kissing each other like there is no Tommorow... His one hand on your ass.. pressing your clit and dick... You can feel his alredy hardening dick... It was hot.. I mean he was hot.. you were burning hot..

His another hand unclasped your bra... And than he teared your panty... "Lando what... Did you do? You said a bit annoyed still enjoying the moment and his hand massaging your breast..

"shh, just look at me baby". he removed his boxers and inserted his whole dick in to your pussy... You nearly gasped... "Lando... Argh.."

"put me off..it hurts"..

"its my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off"

He said thursting in to you hard... He was pounding into you like his life deoends in it...

He puts you the bed a bit roughly and inserted into you again this time in missionary..

"do you need to use your safe word, darling?"

He said with a teasing smile on his face more

like smirking...

" yea it's fuck Lando" you said while sinking your nails on his bare back... enjoying the pleasure...

"its hot when you talk back" "but now you have to pay back" he said while pulling his dick from you just when you were about to come... " Lando no... Put it in again.. I need you so bad"

You said pleading for orgasm..he put it again and the whole show starts again... But its lando obviously he won't let you cum again...

"lando stop...just let me cum pls"

"Are you sure? You wanna cum?" He said still in a teasing tone... "Yea..." Even before you could complete the sentence he inserted you.. he started poundinh into you roughly... He was fast very fast.. you were a moaning mess by this time...

"argh... Lando it feels so good"

And finally you came.. but he won't left you so easily.. he licked you...from above to down...every part of you. From head to toe.. from breast to your clit.. like hungry man.. he licked your pussy... And cleaned your cum from his mouth...

And than.. he kissed you again.. this time it was soft and gentle...

Y/n traced lazy circles on Lando’s chest, her mind reeling. The biting arguments, the sharp jabs—they all seemed so distant now, replaced by something softer, something fragile and uncharted.

Lando’s hand slid along her back, his touch light and soothing. “You okay?” he asked softly, his usual sass replaced with genuine concern.

She looked up at him, surprised. “Yeah. I’m… I’m fine.”

He tilted his head, studying her. “You don’t sound convinced.”

Y/n rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “I just… I didn’t think this would ever happen. You and me. It feels… surreal.”

Lando propped himself up on an elbow, his expression serious for once. “Well, surreal or not, I’m glad it did. And I’m not about to let you overthink it.”

He slipped out of bed, grabbing one of the plush hotel robes hanging by the door. “Stay there,” he said, wagging a finger at her when she made a move to sit up.

“What are you doing?” she asked, amused.

“Taking care of you, obviously. Sit tight.”

She watched as he disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm, damp towel and a bottle of water.

Lando perched on the edge of the bed, gently brushing her hair back as he wiped her skin with the towel. His touch was tender, his usual teasing nature replaced with a quiet focus.

“You don’t have to do this,” Y/n murmured, her voice soft.

“I know,” he replied, grinning. “But I want to. Besides, if I don’t, you’ll probably hold it against me next time we’re on track.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here we are,” he quipped, handing her the water.

After making sure she was comfortable, Lando slipped back under the covers, pulling her close. His hand traced gentle patterns along her arm as she rested her head against his chest.

“Lando?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re… not what I expected.”

He smirked, his hand pausing. “Oh, don’t tell me I’ve ruined your image of me as an insufferable idiot.”

Y/n chuckled, nuzzling closer. “A little bit.”

“Good,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Guess I’ll just have to keep surprising you.”

The tension that had once defined them was gone, replaced by something new. It wasn’t perfect—neither of them were—but for the first time, it didn’t matter.

Lando’s voice was soft as he whispered into the quiet room, “Good night, Y/n”

She smiled against his chest, her fingers lacing with his. “Good night, Lando.”

The rivalry would always be there, but now, it came with something else—a connection neither of them had seen coming, but neither of them could deny.

[rubywillkins]

Lando Norris | Beyond the checkered flags

Pairing Lando × female reader

Warning smut, frenemy, insecurity

Y/n had always been part of the Formula 1 world, though not directly. Her childhood friend, Lando, was one of the most celebrated drivers on the grid, and their mutual friends ensured she was never far from the paddock drama. They had grown up together, thick as thieves but constantly at odds—a dynamic their friends loved to tease.

“You two fight like you’re in love,” Clara quipped one evening at a dinner.

Y/n smirked. “Please. His ego would suffocate me.”

Lando shot back, “And her stubbornness would drive me straight into the gravel.”

The room erupted into laughter, but neither noticed the fleeting glances they exchanged when the other wasn’t looking.

It wasn’t until a rainy summer barbecue that their dynamic shifted. Yn was sitting under a gazebo, watching Lando charm a group of fans who had crashed the party. She sipped her wine, trying to ignore the dull ache in her chest. Meanwhile, Lando couldn’t shake how Y/n’s laugh—melodic and carefree—seemed to pierce through the noise around him.

Later that night, as the rain drizzled down, he found himself texting her.

“You should come to a race,” he wrote.

Y/n stared at her phone, her heart skipping a beat. “Sure, let me just hop on my private jet,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“I’m serious,” Lando texted back. “Let me handle it. I want you to see me race.”

Y/n hesitated. She hated the idea of accepting something so extravagant, even from Lando. “I’ll think about it,” she finally replied, hoping he’d drop the subject.

But Lando wasn’t one to give up. Over the next few days, he bombarded her with calls and texts. “Y/n, don’t be stubborn. It’s nothing for me to arrange. You’ve always been there for me—let me do this for you,” he said late one night, his voice softer than usual.

Her resistance melted. A week later, she found herself walking beside him in the bustling paddock of the British Grand Prix. The air vibrated with the roar of engines, the sharp smell of rubber and gasoline filling her senses. She felt out of place, but Lando’s presence was grounding.

But the day wasn’t without its thorns. By the evening, y/n discovered a slew of toxic comments on social media: “Who’s the girl with Lando? Another fame-hungry wannabe.” “She looks so out of place. Clearly, not his type.”

Y/n tried to shrug it off, but the words gnawed at her. Back at his hotel room, Lando noticed her unusually quiet demeanor.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his tone laced with concern.

She hesitated before showing him her phone. “It’s just...people online. Nothing important.”

Lando scrolled through the comments, his jaw tightening. “y/n, don’t let these idiots get to you. They have no idea who you are.”

She looked away, biting her lip. “It’s hard not to care.”

He cupped her chin, gently tilting her face toward his. His touch was warm, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that made her pulse race. “Listen to me,” he said, his voice low. “You’re incredible. And anyone who says otherwise doesn’t deserve to know you.”

Her breath hitched, their proximity electric. “Lando…”

Before she could say more, his lips were on hers—firm, urgent, yet achingly tender. Lando melted into him, her hands clutching the front of his shirt as he pulled her closer. The kiss deepened, years of unspoken emotions unraveling in the heat between them.

He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against her lips, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Y/n gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed. “Maybe I’ve wanted it too.”

Lando’s hands slid to her waist, his touch firm yet reverent. “Stay with me tonight,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/s’s heart pounded, but there was no hesitation. “I’m not going anywhere.”

What followed was a night of raw, unrestrained passion. Lando worshipped her like she was the only thing that mattered, He took her in his arms in bridal style, and than put her on bed slowly. "I just love you sweetheart so much" before she could even reply he just started kissing her hungrily... it was rough but with care...

He started to undress her while making out..

The moment the Bra was off of her.. he just froze.. he admired the her breasts like they were kind of sweet.. " lando stop.." she said while blushing.. "oh c'mon they are adorable, lemme taste them" he started sucking them like a hungy poor guy who didn't get food since days...

One hand pinching other niple while other was gropping one while he is sucking it.. and you.. you were a fucking moaning mess.. and than he slowly moved to your clit... And started drawing circles on it... He suddenly slipped his all 3 fingers inside you... You gasped... " Lando..be gentle Baby".." yea baby.. I will try.. i will try to be very gently rough"..

"argh you are so good lando"... He was fucking you with his all three fingers... While sucking your clitoris... And than... He put his dick inside you in a split second.. givinh you shockwaves every min.. or should I say every second..

He was good infact he was firee.. after some time.. you both cum together...

You let yourself fall, surrendering to the heat and emotion that had simmered between both of you, for years.

By morning, they lay tangled in the sheets, the first rays of sunlight painting the room in soft hues. Lando traced lazy patterns on her bare shoulder.

“So,” he began with a smirk, “will you come to more races with me?”

Y/n laughed, her fingers trailing down his chest. “Only if you promise to win.”

“For you?” he said, leaning down to kiss her again. “Always.”

From that day on, y/n and Lando faced the highs and lows of his career together. In a world of speed and chaos, they had found something steady and unshakable: each other.

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Authors note

As per the pole results.. Lando Norris won by 0.6% from Oscar. I personally think it's almost a tie.

[rubywillkins]

The Week of Angst| I

Lando Norris| The Rain Before The Storm

Pairing lando × female reader

Warning angst, accident, therapy

Lando Norris had always been a man in motion. As one of Formula 1’s most promising drivers, he lived life on the edge, chasing fractions of a second with precision and nerve. But for all the roaring crowds, champagne showers, and victory laps, he’d never known what it felt like to stop—to truly be still—until he met Y/n

She wasn’t part of his world. There were no selfies at the paddock, no requests for autographs. She had no idea who he was when they first met at a small gallery opening in Monaco. Y/n, an artist, stood beside one of her paintings, gesturing animatedly as she explained her work to a group of strangers. Lando was captivated—not just by her art but by her presence, her effortless warmth.

When he finally approached her, he stumbled over his words, uncharacteristically shy. She smiled at him, amused, and asked, “Do you always talk like you’re going 200 miles an hour?”

And just like that, Lando Norris, the man who lived for speed, slowed down.

Their connection was immediate, magnetic. They spent hours talking that night, about her art, his racing, their wildly different lives. For the first time in years, Lando felt seen—not as an athlete, not as a brand, but as a man.

Their love grew in the spaces between races, in stolen weekends and late-night phone calls. Y/n brought color to his world, grounding him in a way he never knew he needed. She teased him endlessly, saying he cared more about his car than himself, but she was the one who made sure he ate after grueling days at the track.

It was a rainy evening in Tuscany, six months after they met, when Lando decided he couldn’t wait any longer. They were staying at a quiet vineyard after a particularly exhausting season. He’d planned a grand proposal—candles, music, the works—but as they walked back to their villa, hand in hand, the words spilled out of him.

“Y/n,” he said, stopping suddenly.

She turned to him, her brow furrowing. “What is it?”

“I can’t imagine my life without you,” he said, his voice trembling. “I don’t want to imagine it. Will you marry me?”

Her breath caught, her eyes wide with shock. Then, slowly, her lips curled into the most radiant smile he’d ever seen. “Yes,” she whispered.

Rain began to fall as if the heavens were celebrating with them. They laughed, letting the drops soak their clothes, and he spun her in his arms. When he kissed her, it wasn’t just a kiss; it was a promise.

But life, as it often does, had other plans.

A few weeks after their engagement, y/n’s younger brother, James, was in a horrific car accident. Unfortunately he couldn't survive , the sight of him broken and fragile in a hospital bed shook y/n to her core. She spent days by his side, but at the end he passed. She felt as if ahe lost the most precious thing in this world. She felt lost. her usual brightness dimmed by worry and guilt.

Lando tried to support her, doing everything he could to make her life easier. But the cracks were beginning to show. She stopped painting, stopped laughing. The woman who once teased him for being too serious now seemed like a shadow of herself.

One night they sat on the couch in their small apartment, the space once filled with laughter now weighed down by a heavy, suffocating silence. Y/n stared at her hands, twisting the silver ring on her finger. She had rehearsed this moment in her head a hundred times, but now that it was here, every word felt like a dagger in her chest.

Lando sat beside her, his knee bouncing with nervous energy. He could sense something was wrong—he’d felt it for weeks. The light in her eyes had faded, her smiles had grown rare, and the woman who once teased him endlessly now barely spoke.

“Y/n,” he said softly, breaking the silence. “What’s going on? Please talk to me.”

Her chest tightened at the sound of his voice. She knew how much he loved her, how hard he’d been trying to hold her together. But the weight she carried had become too much, and she couldn’t bear to see him hurt because of her.

“I’ve been thinking,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando turned to her fully, his brows furrowing. “About what?”

She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she twisted the ring off her finger and set it gently on the coffee table.

His eyes flicked to the ring, and a wave of panic swept over him. “Y/n, no. Don’t do this.”

“I can’t,” she said, her voice cracking. “I can’t keep pretending everything is okay, Lando. I’m not okay.”

He reached for her hand, but she pulled away, the motion stabbing at his heart. “You don’t have to pretend with me. Whatever you’re going through, we’ll get through it together. I’ll do anything—just tell me what you need.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she shook her head. “That’s the problem, Lando. I don’t even know what I need. I feel like I’m drowning, and I’m dragging you down with me.”

“You’re not dragging me down,” he said firmly, his voice rising with desperation. “You’re the most important person in my life, Y/n. Let me help you.”

“I’ve tried,” she choked out. “I’ve tried to let you in, but this… this darkness inside me, it’s bigger than us. Every day, I wake up and I feel… empty. And seeing you try so hard to fix me when I can’t even fix myself—it’s killing me.”

He swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion. “Then let me carry you through this. You don’t have to go through it alone.”

Her gaze met his, her eyes filled with sorrow. “That’s just it, Lando. I don’t want you to carry me. I don’t want you to sacrifice your happiness, your life, for someone who can’t even get out of bed most days.”

“You’re not a burden,” he said, his voice breaking. “Don’t you see that? I love you, Y/n I don’t care how hard it gets.”

“And I love you too,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That’s why I have to let you go. You deserve someone who can be there for you, someone who isn’t broken.”

He stood abruptly, running his hands through his hair. “Stop saying that! You’re not broken, y/n. You’re just… you’re going through something, and that’s okay. We can get help, therapy, whatever you need. Just don’t do this.”

Her tears came harder now, her shoulders shaking as she whispered, “I’ve already made up my mind.”

Lando sank back onto the couch, his head in his hands. He was silent for a long moment before finally looking at her, his eyes red and shining. “Please don’t do this,” he said again, his voice barely audible.

Y/n reached out and touched his cheek, her hand lingering for a moment. “I’ll always love you, Lando. But I can’t be the person you need right now. And I can’t keep hurting you like this.”

He grabbed her hand, holding it tightly as if he could keep her from slipping away. “You’re everything I need. Please, Y/n. Don’t leave me.”

She gently pulled her hand away, the loss of her touch leaving him cold. “I’m sorry,” she said, standing slowly.

Lando watched as she picked up her bag, his heart shattering with every step she took toward the door. “Y/n,” he called out, his voice cracking.

She paused at the door, her back to him. “Goodbye, Lando,” she whispered, and then she was gone.

The apartment felt unbearably empty without her. He sat on the couch for hours, staring at the ring on the table, the echo of her words ringing in his ears.

And when the silence became too much, he finally broke, his sobs filling the space where her laughter once lived.

The next two years were a blur of races and emptiness. Lando won more than ever before, but the victories felt hollow. He threw himself into his career, hoping the adrenaline would drown out the ache in his chest. It didn’t.

Nights were the worst. Alone in his apartment, he’d replay every moment with y/n, wondering if there was something he could have done differently. He missed her laugh, the way she scrunched her nose when she was deep in thought, the way she made him feel like he was more than just a driver.

Y/n missed him too. She spent months in therapy, untangling the guilt and grief that had consumed her. Slowly, she began to heal. She started painting again, pouring her pain into her work. But every time she finished a piece, she thought of Lando. She wondered if he was okay, if he still thought of her.

It was a humid summer night when fate brought them together again. Lando was at a club with his teammates, reluctant but too tired to argue. He was nursing a drink at the bar when he saw her.

Y/n.

She looked different. Stronger. Her eyes, once clouded with pain, now glimmered with something lighter. But she was still Y/n. His Y/n.

She turned, and their eyes met. Time stopped.

He approached her cautiously, his heart pounding. “Y/n,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

“Lando,” she breathed, her eyes searching his.

They didn’t speak for a long moment, the noise of the club fading into the background. Finally, she smiled, tentative but real. “How have you been?”

“Better now,” he said softly.

They sat in a quiet corner, talking as if no time had passed. She told him about her therapy, about finding herself again. He told her about the nights he’d spent missing her, the races that felt meaningless without her there.

When the club closed, he hesitated before asking, “Can I see you again?”

She looked at him for a long moment before nodding. “I’d like that,”

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They started slow, rebuilding what had been broken. They became friends again, but it wasn’t long before the old spark reignited. The way she laughed at his jokes, the way he touched her hand just a little longer than necessary—it was undeniable.

One rainy evening, as they decided to meet at their regular stop just like older times..

The small café on the corner of the bustling city street was nearly empty, save for a handful of customers enjoying the calm of the afternoon. At a table near the window, Lando sat across from Y/n.

“when you told me to met here, I was so surprised, I can’t believe you still remembered this place,” she said, her fingers brushing the edge of her coffee cup.

“How could I forget?” Lando replied, his lips curving into a small smile. “We used to sit here for hours, pretending we didn’t notice the staff trying to close up around us.”

Y/n laughed softly, and for a moment, it felt like nothing had changed. “And you’d always order that ridiculous caramel mocha with extra whipped cream. What was it you called it? ‘Fuel for champions’?”

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Hey, don’t mock the champion’s drink. It got me through some tough times on and off the track.”

She shook her head, her smile faltering slightly. “I’ve missed this… talking to you like this.”

Lando’s expression softened. “I’ve missed it too.”

There was a pause, not awkward but filled with the weight of everything they’d lost. Lando finally broke the silence.

“Do you remember that trip to Tuscany?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

Y/n’s eyes lit up with a mix of nostalgia and emotion. “How could I forget? That was the first time I ever saw you truly relax. You were so happy… spinning me around in the rain like we didn’t have a care in the world.”

“That was the night I proposed,” he said, his voice tinged with both fondness and sorrow. “I’ve never seen you look more beautiful than you did under those stars.”

She looked down at her hands, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve thought about that night a lot. About how perfect it all felt… how I ruined it.”

“Y/n, you didn’t ruin anything,” Lando said, leaning forward. “You were going through something I couldn’t fully understand, but that doesn’t change how much I loved you. How much I still…” He stopped himself, the words hanging in the air.

She met his gaze, her eyes glistening. “You still… what?”

He hesitated, then took a deep breath. “How much I still love you. I never stopped, Y/n.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she shook her head. “Lando, I don’t know if I deserve that. I left you. I broke us.”

“You didn’t break us,” he said firmly. “Life threw us into a storm we weren’t ready for. But we survived it, didn’t we? And sitting here with you now, it feels like… maybe we’re still standing.”

She reached across the table, her fingers brushing against his. “Do you really think we can find our way back to what we had?”

He turned his hand over, intertwining his fingers with hers. “I don’t want what we had. I want something even better. I want the future we dreamed of, Y/n. And I want it with you.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. Finally, she whispered, “I’ve missed you so much, Lando. I’ve missed us.”

“Then let’s start again,” he said, his voice steady but filled with hope. “No pressure, no expectations. Just you and me, one day at a time.”

A small, tearful smile broke across her face as she nodded. “I’d like that.”

He smiled back, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. For the first time in years, the weight on both their hearts felt a little lighter.

Outside, the rain began to fall softly, but neither of them noticed. They were too lost in each other, their hearts finally finding their way back home.

Under the rain, they danced once more, not as strangers reuniting, but as two souls who had weathered life's storms and found their way back to each other. This time, they knew their love was unbreakable.