#sorry this turned into a whole thing 😭

[rose24207]

hellooo! can you please write a mafia!lando fic where lando is sick with the flu or something and pretends he is fine infront of everyone including reader because he was raised in a house where sickness was weak?

Tested

Summary: Lando, raised to see vulnerability as weakness, pushes through the flu to maintain his mafia image, but ultimately allows you to care for him when his facade cracks.

Genre: Mafia!Lando, angst, fluff

TW: None!

A/N: sorry that it took so long but the first week of school gave me a reality check that I can in fact not freestyle in my exams 😭 anyways… English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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Lando Norris wasn’t used to showing weakness. In his world, power wasn’t just an asset—it was everything. Raised in a household where even the smallest sign of vulnerability was met with disdain, he’d grown up hiding pain, fear, and anything that could be perceived as a chink in his armor. Now, as the head of his family’s empire, nothing had changed. To show strength was to survive.

But today, even Lando’s finely honed discipline was being tested.

You stood at the edge of his office, watching him from the doorway. He was pacing near his desk, the usual swagger in his steps replaced with something more uneven. His shoulders, usually squared and broad, seemed to droop slightly. The dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced, and his complexion looked pale, almost gray under the dim light.

“You should sit down,” you said, your voice soft but firm.

“I’m fine,” he snapped, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

You crossed your arms, not budging. “Lando—”

“I said I’m fine!” His gaze shot up to meet yours, a storm of irritation and something deeper swirling in his eyes.

But even as he glared, you could see the faint sheen of sweat on his brow. His hand trembled as he reached for a glass of water on the desk, barely managing to lift it without spilling.

“You don’t look fine.”

He slammed the glass down, the sound echoing through the room. “I don’t have time to be sick,” he growled, his voice rough and gravelly.

“That’s not how the flu works,” you said, stepping closer.

Lando turned away, running a hand through his already messy curls. “I have a meeting with the Castellano family in an hour. If I don’t show up, they’ll think I’m weak. And I can’t afford that right now.”

You clenched your fists at your sides, frustration bubbling up inside you. “Lando, you can’t run an empire if you’re dead on your feet.”

He ignored you, grabbing his tailored black suit jacket and shrugging it on. But as he moved toward the door, his steps faltered. His hand shot out to grip the edge of the desk, his knuckles white as he steadied himself.

“Lando!” You rushed to his side, your hands gripping his arms to keep him upright.

He tried to pull away, but his strength was failing him. “Let go,” he muttered, though his voice was weaker now.

“Not a chance.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there in tense silence. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his fever burning through the layers of his clothing.

“Lando,” you said gently, “you’re going to make yourself worse if you keep this up.”

His jaw tightened, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” you interrupted. “You have a whole team of people who can handle things for you. You don’t have to do everything on your own.”

He let out a bitter laugh, though it quickly turned into a harsh cough. “You don’t understand. If I show even the slightest hint of weakness, they’ll exploit it. My enemies, my allies—hell, even my own people. I can’t afford to be sick.”

You softened, your hands still steadying him. “You’re not weak for being human, Lando. Even the strongest people need to rest sometimes.”

His gaze dropped to the floor, the weight of your words sinking in. For a moment, you thought he might argue again, but instead, he let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know how to stop,” he admitted quietly.

You guided him to the couch in the corner of the room, helping him sit down. He didn’t resist this time, his body sagging against the cushions.

“Then let me help you,” you said, brushing a damp curl away from his forehead. “Just for today. Let someone else carry the weight.”

He looked up at you, vulnerability flickering in his eyes. It was a side of him you rarely saw, one he tried so hard to bury beneath layers of bravado and control. But in this moment, he let you see it.

“Okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You smiled softly, relief washing over you. “Good. Now lie down before you pass out.”

To your surprise, he listened. As you fetched a blanket and a damp cloth, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of determination. Lando had spent his whole life taking care of others, protecting his empire and the people he cared about.

Now, it was your turn to take care of him.

Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @ipushhimback, @ladyoflynx, @lewishamiltonismybf, @cmleitora, @hxxi3, @cherryblossom-92, @same1995, @amatswimming

[fraternum-momentum]

can we ask about your pc? 👉👈

if yes... how did you pick her name? is she actually tf in-game, or is it more conceptual? you mentioned that she had to just adapt to the town, implying that she wasn't always like That(tm); how do you think her adjustment would've been like/how long did it take/etc? sorry i have so many questions i love ocs

YES PLEASEEE questions r always welcome :333 it goes for all my ocs !! altho i think my most developed ones r Aimée and Melanie

but to answer your questions, I just looked up baby names QQJWHHW and she actually does have the tf in game ! altho whenever i play i don't really keep it accurate to Aimée's story (she doesnt even look alike 😭) i kind of just fuck around and do shit bc i prefer not to think too hard while im playing LMFAO

Aimée's change was gradual. It started small like a piercing here and there, getting her hair dyed, then dressing more scantily, and eventually changing her attitude, how forward she is towards people, etc. It was a lot of observing how people were and mimicking parts of them.

Two turning points in her life are when she became part of Whitney's group and when she got her tf.

As she got closer to Whitney and his friends, she became more extroverted. Even if they're a bunch of insufferable shitheads, they did help her come out of her shell more. Another factor is that she's not getting harassed as much in school anymore, so she's not as anxious about attending classes compared to before.

And when she got her demon tf, she just got hornier, just in general. It helps with the whole ignoring her problems thing she got going on.

[freshairforrabbits]

any anti-problematic community/"problematic" community itself

i think only in cat pictures srry

Oh my god, I love all your cat pictures ❤️😂 and shit, yeah, to be fair they can totally both look like the cats on the left, I have witnessed some things in my wonky wobbly time on the Internet. But the people simply enjoying art and enjoying their friends art without shaming them for what they read, create, or find creative satisfaction in are truly the best ❤️ the right picture is how human creation should be; not a competition, not a moral grandstanding, but like coming around a table to share and indulge in each other's cooking, loving brewed teas, and passing big bowls and plates of food around-- deciding if something is to their taste and if not, they happily pass it over to someone who would enjoy it far more rather than decide it shouldn't be enjoyed by anyone at all because cranberry sauce is too bitter and icky for them.

We were meant to share and support each other, not walk on eggshells and virtue signal to our so-called friends that Look! Look! We're the Good Ones. People are going to hate you for pretty much anything you do, someone out there will hate you for the smallest, innocuous thing, they'll think you're horrible and awful and undeserving for just existing, so the best you can do is prop up your friends, even their artistic interests you don't understand, even the ways in which you can't figure out how they can stomach certain storylines. It's not productive to try and understand everything and everyone. It's not productive to train yourself to have knee jerk reactions to certain words, to be hyper vigilant of every miniscule detail, of trying to weed out Us from Them when the lines blur so fucking much. When I know for a fact people who condemn works like mine are the very ones to read them, to read my fiction and claim it's somehow a cut above the rest, that it does it all "right"-- which it doesn't, it's not, it's ugly and raw and it feels slimy and unproductive to know people hold stories like pretty boy snuff film up against others.

And in the same breath it's not productive to allow your triggers or discomforts to dictate the decisions of others (insert all of groupthink throughout history and today here).

I hope for people to one day be able to have the image on the right and that they move away from friends who would stab them in the back given half the chance. I hope that the people who read my fics and enjoy them and discuss them with their friends, who have to be so, so careful about what they say and feel as if they're being watched, stalked, and made to curb their most honest reactions and feelings– I hope they too find people who will let them speak openly and without fear of unfounded retaliation.

I hope for everyone to be able to share themselves wholly and completely, their darkest works and their thoughts included; how else are we gonna learn to grow and shape ourselves, y'know? How else can we learn to relate with others without being honest with ourselves.

Get freaky with it. And find people who support your work for you, not for the act of doing it all good or right, but for doing it bad and not giving a fuck. For fucking up grammar, for fucking up spelling, for getting gross and weird and wrong and complicated. For feeling safe and secure in your ability to create and your ability to share as you were meant to.

There are people out there; you don't gotta stick with assholes who'd sell you for a corn chip and some Purity Points. Keep looking and keep making ❤️

[lemongogo]

they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think

[myokk]

🥺

[nicomoon69]

every time I’m forced to see this image bc I have to describe what’s wrong w it to dumb ass ppl a small part of me dies

cw: ugly ass emo whitewashed genshin man

[smeraldo-heart]

Merrin really does just state my exact feelings about A- Bode, and B- the whole “Cal will turn to the dark side in the third game” theory:

A- “He has already used fatherhood to justify betrayal and murder.”

You can’t make me feel sorry for him, I’m afraid!! He used Kata as an excuse but there were plenty of other options and god I just plain ass do not like him

B- “Cere won her battle with the dark side. You will too.”

Cal’s not going to “become evil” or whatever 💀 it goes against everything about him and also everything the games have been saying. He is going to struggle with it, but I believe it will definitely lead to growth and Cal flourishing in the third game once he defeats his temptations.

Why is Merrin so right about everything. It’s crazy. Best character for real.

[mc-was-here]

Imagine telling levi he was originally meant to be a yandere hehe

L:"well then what am I supposed to be if I'm not a yandere?"

MC:"...moe~♡"

Levi would be blushing and crying at the same time, his weeb ass (/lovingly ADHKGDH) would be in a corner stuttering and proceeds to scream in a pillow. Thinking to himself “What the hell MC?!?! Me, moe?!? If anything, YOU’RE the one who’s totes moe! How DARE you say that to my face so boldly!”

He’d be told he’s a yandere probably mockingly imo, and of course he’s not fond of it given he’s already insecure and would be afraid to harm you in any way.

That said, Levi’s definitely the type to react very aggressively to being praised and complimented LMAOO- unlike Mammon, he’s flailing his arms and hands wanting to bury himself from embarrassment. It can be the smallest thing, but he will take it to heart because he’s usually so self-deprecating. 🥹

[digitalcarcrash]

sighs dreamily Do you guys think alex kralie would fw david cronenberg's filmography

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

this but carlo & moretti😔🤨 thats all thank you

[sskk-manifesto]

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[melloneah]

2 days till my final exam rant in tags sorry i gotta let it spill somewhere 😭

[rucow]

saw too many ppl having awful takes on nerevar and voryn and the tribunal etc etc on twitter, so now im drawing soft sweet nerevoryn bc i can. im going to balance out all the negative energies in this fandom, one drawing at a time 🫶😊

[daz4i]

remember how i mentioned that my dad's friend suggested he'll teach me this program so i might work in his high-tech company bc he "remembers that [i'm] a smart person". anyway i went to his house yesterday to discuss the whole thing and he asked me what, like, education i have and if i've studied anything after high school to which i very slowly said "i- uh- mostly, um, arts" and when i tell you i could see this man's eyes instantly fill with regret,

[thewingedwolf]

one goofy ass thing i like about my job is we all really like having staff feedback after programs (like after in service, after summer reading, etc) because it just makes it easier to make it actually helpful and easier next time around and that’s all we want right, like PERSONALLY i don’t want to be anxious about a program and dreading it all year, which means i get to do what i Love which is offer my opinion constructively so i can be like “i think some people just don’t understand paylocity, it is a little confusing & for them, going through that app is this scary time sink so they don’t open it ever.” and no one is taking it personally because five other people wrote in “beanstack scares me” and “i’m not using teams” and we can just adjust our expectations of our older coworkers instead of writing people up for it akskd.

[zackcharine]

screaming and crying and punching the air thinking about Amy