how do you feel about writing for mafia lando where he’s married to the reader who’s not his choice it’s basically an arrangement and his family hates her and she’s having a really hard time in his house and Lando doesn’t notice and he’s cold and one day her family causes her to have a panic attack and he sees her in his room all small and scared and then he helps her and makes her a feel better and etc something about a heated confession and people being put in their place. if you do write this thank you :)
HAPPINESS IS A BUTTERFLY | LN4
pairings: mafia! lando x arranged marriage reader
an/warnings: arranged marriage, violence, mentions of abusive parents, angst, panic attacks, fluff, hea
wc: 5.2k
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He bit the inside of his cheek as he watched the sleek back car roll up in the long drive way from his office. Windows tinted but he could make out the faint outline of a person as they moved around before Oscar got out of the car to open the door for its passenger.
His new wife.
The words tasted sour on his tongue as he drank some of his whiskey, not caring that it was nine in the morning. He needed a pick-me-up for the day that was ahead.
Gleaming hair caught in the sunlight, a delicate hand with a blinding diamond hesitantly taking Oscar’s as red bottom Louis’ met the pavement.
His eyes narrowed a bit as he watched you, mere curiosity to see how you acted when he wasn’t around. When the wedding happened it was short and extravagant. All the glitz and glamour expected of such a pair. A politician's daughter and a booming business man whose money usually came tinted red. A shame that most of the world didn’t know your fathers money was just as dirty as his.
It was an alliance in London’s eyes. A step towards peace.
He hadn’t even seen you until the white lace veil was lifted.
You were pretty but that wasn’t enough to suddenly sway his mind into liking the whole arrangement. He didn’t have much choice. Having coppers on a payroll was a deal too good to pass up, so he agreed. Shook hands. It hadn’t mattered much, not in the long run. Lando was always busy. Always working. If a marriage hadn’t been forced upon him, he didn’t think he would’ve ever had a ring on his finger.
He watched silently as you waited for Oscar to grab your bags. Your eyes flickering around the property, taking in the well kept gardens and security cameras mounted every few yards. A fortress.
His eyes took in the dress you wore, expensive silk draped over skin. Flowing like liquid in the subtle summer breeze. He took note of how your hand kept flexing, the one with a ring. His ring.
The one he had slid on your finger a week ago as he whispered, “I do.” Your own voice low as you muttered the vow, eyes not meeting his.
He could barely remember what the kiss had been like. It was quick, soft. Obligatory. Both of you seemed relieved it was over with, arms linked with one another as you left the cathedral. White flower petals falling into hair as they were tossed into the sky.
Lando set his tumbler down and backed away from the window, trying to take a calming breath before walking downstairs. He needed to make this livable. An ecosystem. Staying out of each other's way, respecting boundaries. Telling where and what was off bounds. If you needed help, ask Oscar. If you wanted someone to talk to, also ask Oscar. Leave him be, because he was busy.
You seemed reasonable enough in the few minutes of shared company. You knew this was a business transaction. It wasn’t something to get hopes up on. Lando knew you were smart enough not to be a burden so hopefully it would feel like nothing had changed. Just an extra person in the household. Another echoing voice.
He could hear the sharp click of your heels as you entered the front foyer, the soft sound of your voice as you spoke in hushed tones. Your whole presence seemed cautious. Like you were treading in a minefield.
As he stepped down the stairs and into the light, your eyes met. The air shifting. Tense. Dangerous. Your painted lips pressed into a line as you waited for instruction. Ever obedient. Compliance being woven into you as a child.
He had met your father on more than one occasion and he knew he wasn’t a kind man.
But the problems of your past were yours.
Lando sighed lightly through his nose, head tilting and hands in pockets as he let himself look at you for another moment before dismissing Oscar.
The foyer was still. The only thing he could hear was the faint hum of electricity and birds outside. Watching you as you watched him.
“Nice drive?” He asked, not quite sure on the formalities of the situation.
You laughed slightly, the sound coming out in a short exhale as you looked away from him. “It was fine.”
He hummed, not seeing a point in furthering the conversation and he gestured for you to follow him.
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The summer had gone by in a repetition of droning days and lonely dinners. The only thing keeping you company were the few books you packed, although you had already read through them all. An endless cycle of talking to the walls and sitting near your window, feeling like a modern day Rapunzel.
It’s not necessarily like you weren’t allowed to go anywhere, but it still felt off limits. Frowned upon. A burden if you were seen walking the halls.
His family didn’t like you very much. Which you both understood yet couldn’t come to terms with. They had to have known this wasn’t any more of your choice than it was his. And why shovel the blame onto someone’s child? It wasn’t your fault your father was corrupted and played a better hand.
Pressing your forehead against the cool glass, you watched as the world went by. The silent hum of air conditioning was the only thing to droll out your thoughts and lately it hadn’t been working. The room felt suffocating but there was no one to turn to. Even voicing your thoughts out loud to yourself seemed like some boundary was being crossed. Maybe even to yourself. That you were starting to get too comfortable.
Oscar seemed nice enough. Timid. Not sure how to approach you or if he even should. He brought your meals to your door like clock work. Part of you felt bad but the thought of eating in the dining room seemed like suicide. You had tried the first night, assuming that was just part of the routine. To have dinner with your…husband.
But Lando was nowhere to be found, leaving you at a large oak table alone and shoveling food around. Appetite non-existent. Oscar had told you he usually took dinner in his office. That most of the other members of the household ate out.
His words hit you dully as you stared at the polished wood, not quite believing this was going to be the rest of your life. Then again, you weren’t sure what you wanted. Did you want Lando to make an effort? Did you even want to be around him? You didn’t know much, just that he was a bad man. But aren’t they all? Apparently that’s all the world thought you were fit for. Violent men with money in their eyes.
No, you didn’t want to know him.
But god, loneliness caught up to everyone.
The hours ticked by and you sat there, tracing lines into the skin of your thighs with your nail. Over and over again till skin prickled and red lines appeared. The itch and sting foreign, numb. As if you’d shot your heart with novacaine. Your eyes unblinking as you did the action, pure muscle memory. You didn’t have to think. You didn’t want to.
At least you never wanted to think about yourself. Your situation. The listless marriage you now found yourself trapped in.
But your mind would wander. What did he get up to? What did he even do? Was it really any different from the current political affairs the nation got up to? Would he one day change his mind and want more?
The thought made you shiver, eyes trailing to your locked door. He’d never tried to come in. Hell, he’d never even been to your room. In the weeks you’d been there you had probably only seen him a handful of times. Walking down the hall and his eyes would catch yours for a moment but nothing else. Looking through you like a ghost. Cold. Indifferent. Sometimes you’d hear him in the house. Talking to Oscar or on the phone. Always business. Always something you didn’t understand.
He couldn’t seem bothered at the thought of you being around. Didn’t seem interested. And that weird, fucked up little voice in the back of your mind whispered that Lando was keeping himself entertained just fine. That he found comfort in other women. Having affairs. You barely felt married. There weren't technically any commitments beyond regurgitated vows. So why did the thought still make your stomach churn?
Perhaps it was the feeling of being unwanted. A constant companion of doubt. Your family didn’t want you, pawned you off. Your husband didn’t want you. You would never get to experience love. You’d go through life longing for creature comforts—
You pressed your forehead harder into the glass. Wanting the thoughts to stop. You pushed so hard you hoped it’d break and you’d go hurtling towards the ground.
There was a sharp knock on the door. Six o’clock sharp.
Dinner.
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You felt like you were going insane. The walls bending inward. The wallpaper swirling. The ceiling breathing.
Crazy.
Wandering the halls was reckless but you started to care less and less if Lando saw you. For the first time in months you wanted him to see you. Be reminded that you were there. Proof you were alive. You were here. Even when it never felt like it. You felt like a phantom who haunted the house, mostly only coming out at night when the rest of the world slept. Chasing the creaks of wood and following the patterns in the rug. Chasing something. Feeling wild. Deranged like a white rabbit who was late for tea.
His mother yelled at you. For something, you weren’t sure what. It seemed like no matter what you did you were wrong. Skin not fitting right over bones. Disassociating and staring at her. That only made her more mad and she slapped you. Not for the first time. Hard across the face. You hadn’t noticed till you heard the echo of it around the kitchen. Didn’t realise till some of the staff gasped, hands flying over mouths. Glowing wide eyes staring at you in shock.
You blinked again, subtle warmth creeping into your cheek. Hand slowly going up to hold your face. What had you done wrong? Why were you always wrong?
His mother scoffed. “You’re no good. You’re not even all the way there are you?” With a look of disgust she turned away, disappearing down the hall.
One of the cooks slowly approached you, as if you were some wounded animal. Holding out a pack of ice. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
“For what?” Your voice sounded distant. Distorted. Like it was coming from somewhere else. Taking the ice, you left. Letting it sit in your hand instead, the bitter coldness of it sending a dull shock up your arm.
You felt like crying. At least you thought about it. But nothing would fall out. Your eyes felt dry and heavy. Staring at nothingness as you walked with your heartbeat thudding in your ears.
This was your life. This was going to be your forever. Sucked into yet another man's orbit who didn’t give a shit about you. Because fuck what you want, right?
You turned into what you thought was your bedroom. You weren’t quite sure how you got there. It had been odd lately. Like moments of time blacked out. Arriving one place and not knowing how you got there. Tuning out to your depressing reality.
You were going to die alone. It wasn’t even your fault. Or maybe it was. Maybe you should’ve tried harder. Fought your father and left as soon as you had turned of age. Why didn’t you try harder to fight back? Did some twisted part of you want this? The lack of effort. Things being handed to you. Maybe you thought you deserved it. After all, you'd been living off your fathers dirty money guilt free. Perhaps this was just your karma.
Longing for a life you’d never have.
You sucked in a sharp breath, tears finally beginning to prick at your eyes. The droplets stung so bad your vision went blurry.
You barely felt it as your knees hit the hard wooden floors. Didn’t register the scratching sound of your nails dragging against the planks, blindly trying to crawl your way out of the hell you were living. Feeling pathetic and ungrateful because you knew it could be worse. It could always be worse.
A sob left your throat, bubbling up and out like acid.
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The door flew open to his office and he was about to yell at whoever had the audacity when he turned, paused. The look on Oscar’s face wasn’t one commonly seen.
“What?”
“There’s a problem.”
Lando sighed, tapping his pen on his desk. “Care to elaborate?”
“It’s your mother and your wife.”
Lando reared back slightly at the word. It wasn’t thrown around often. Hell, he hardly saw you. And when he did, when he’d catch you wandering around well past three in the morning something was just…off. He didn't know how to approach you. Or if he even should. You’d seemed equally disinterested by his company. Staring at him sometimes like he was an apparition that wasn’t meant to be there.
He wouldn’t blame you if you hated his guts. Lando knew most women would prefer a love filled marriage compared to whatever the hell they had.
“What about them?” He asked, eyes flicking down to his papers again. Not seeing why—
“The staff said there was an altercation in the kitchen.”
Pausing, his eyes flicked up. Brow raising.
Oscar sighed, “your wife is in your room.”
That got him up. What the hell were you doing in there? And why? It wasn’t like he kept important documents in there, he knew better than that but he still didn’t trust you much. You were your fathers daughter. Maybe this was all some ploy to get into his personal things, find weaknesses, cracks.
His feet moved briskly down the hall, his polished shoes clicking dully on the ornate rugs and painted eyes followed him as he went. Lando didn’t pause as he saw his door, didn’t pause as he turned the handle.
“What do—“
Lando halted to a stop as his eyes found you. Feeling as if the earth had been yanked out from beneath him when he heard you try to smother the sound of your crying with a hand. Curled up in the space between his bed and the nightstand. Looking so small as you trembled.
Your eyes didn’t meet his. He wasn’t even sure if you heard him come in. Your breathing was too fast, too ragged. Short bursts of oxygen, your lungs not being able to keep up.
He shut the door softly behind him and quietly made his way over to you, lowering himself to his knees. Debating if he should touch you or not. You hadn’t touched in months. Not since the wedding.
“Hey,” his voice was soft and you flinched. Head shooting up and staring at him. He’d never seen you look so frightened and you tried to push yourself back harder into the wall. Shaking your head as if he’d caught you doing something wrong.
He immediately caught the red outline of a hand on your cheek. His jaw clenched. An odd, unbearably awful sensation churned in his stomach at the thought of someone hurting you. Knowing it was his mother only made the fire burn hotter. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t like you were close. But the rage was itching up his spine like a spider.
“You’re okay,” he said again. His voice was rough, but a whisper. He reached out to you, slowly. Hands gently taking hold of you as he pulled your shaking frame into his, feeling the way your lungs struggled to catch up. Your muscles coiled in tension as he touched you. He hated it.
“You’re alright, darling.” He soothed your hair back, feeling your nails bite into his skin as you twisted the fabric of his shirt. Trying to ground yourself. Trying to make sense of it all. Of why he was here.
He knew it had to be confusing. That his sudden reassurance was off putting and regret was starting to inch its way up his throat. The spindly legs tickling and desperate. He should’ve handled this whole thing better. It was selfish. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. Holding your head beneath his chin as you tried to calm down. “I’m here, if you need me to be.”
You didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure what to do. Where to go from there. This was new territory for him. Second guessing wasn’t usually in Lando’s playbook but you were something new entirely.
He began to lean away but your grip tightened on his shirt, your head pressing further into the crook of his neck.
Sighing, he maneuvered himself into a sitting position, holding you in his lap as he leaned against his bed. Giving you time. Gently running circles into the nape of your neck. His grandmother always did that for him, it always seemed to help calm him down. Lando waited patiently, taking in the faint scent of your shampoo. Smiling to himself a bit despite everything because it was the same one he used.
Slowly your harsh breathing began to subside but your body still trembled from the aftershocks.
His fingers still ran lightly over your skin, his voice a low hum and he could feel the vibration of his own rib cage with your weight against him. “I’ve had panic attacks too, you know?”
You didn’t do anything for a moment, and then, like the first break of daylight, you slightly shifted your head and your voice was a whisper. “Really?”
“Mhm.”
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Something had shifted. Maybe others wouldn’t have noticed, but you did. That next morning there was a knock on your bedroom door. Eight o’clock sharp. You hadn’t slept much, your eyes still raw and body restless from the previous evening. The feeling of his light, delicate touch on you was on replay in the back of your mind. You hadn’t been held in what felt like years.
You hadn’t expected such kindness from him.
Padding over to the door, you rubbed at your eyes, trying to look alive before opening it. “Morning, Oscar–” you blinked at the form of Lando standing in the hall. Wearing a casual linen shirt and dress pants, jacket draped over one arm and he looked at you expectantly.
“Ready?” He asked.
You felt dumb as you continued to stare at him. Not expecting to see him so soon. Not thinking he’d even want to see you after yesterday’s mess. “What?”
He sighed lightly through his nose. “We’re going out for breakfast.”
“Why?”
There was a slight crease forming between his brows. “Do you not want to?”
You blinked again before reality finally caught up to you. “No, no. That’s fine. Just… let me get dressed.” You eyed him as you shut the door. He was acting weird.
It was nice.
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“What on earth are you doing?” His mother shouted over the sound of a power drill. Standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.
Lando looked at her for only a moment. Still cross with her after the kitchen incident a couple of weeks ago. He had yelled at her after he managed to get you into bed. Yelled at his whole family. The staff, for not telling him.
“She is the lady of the household and my wife. You do not touch her, you do not say a fucking word to her unless it’s praise.” He looked directly at his mother. “Understood?”
“I’m building a reading nook.” He finally said, standing back to look at his progress so far. He took you to the fabric store yesterday but you were beyond indecisive and he wasn’t sure the new couch went with the interior of his office.
He had been trying to go out more, just small places. When he found out you hadn’t left the house since you arrived he was confused and furious with Oscar. His friend and right hand had merely raised his hands in surrender, muttering how you had never wanted to go anywhere.
“Whatever for? Since when do you read for pleasure?” His mother asked, mostly teasing. Trying to weave her way back into his good graces. He doubted that would ever happen. He was on the verge of throwing her out but you managed to talk him out of it.
“It’s not for me.” Lando left it at that. Watching how his mother’s shoulders fell at the realisation and she turned away.
He smiled slightly to himself as he set up the couch, pushing it under the window so you could get good light and a nice view of the gardens. Plus, he could watch you more easily from his desk when he worked.
You looked pretty when you were reading.
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For the first time in months you were bored, and not in a bad way. Lando made sure there was always something for you to do when he wasn’t around. Part of you felt bad, following him around like a kicked puppy. But any time you’d start to back off, give him some space, it was like his hand blindly found yours, not even looking up from his work, tugging you back.
Muttering a quiet, “stay.”
You tried to ignore the butterflies that began fluttering in your stomach, chasing after whatever this was. You didn’t know why you felt stubborn over it. He was your husband after all, butterflies are supposed to be a good thing.
You took up cooking as a hobby, mostly different kinds of fresh pasta. Trying to keep your hands steady as Lando would walk behind you, fingers lightly dragging along the small over your back. Leaning over your shoulder, lips nearly brushing your neck as he quietly spoke, “that looks lovely.”
He always spoke so softly to you. His touch always delicate.
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Lando fixed his cuff links as he stood in the foyer, making sure his suit was wrinkle free in the large mirror. There was a big Christmas gala that night in London. A whole cluster of politicians, businessmen, philanthropists, etc. He didn’t have much of a role to play besides being seen, given his bookies did most of the under the table work.
When he’d asked you to go with him, you hesitated. He knew seeing your father was something you’d like to avoid. Over time you slowly opened up to him about how strained the relationship was.
He had lifted a hand to your cheek, gently brushing his knuckles along your cheekbones, watching in satisfaction as your pupils expanded at his touch. “I won't let him near you,” he whispered. Watching as you debated before eventually nodding, leaning slightly into his touch.
When he heard the sound of heels clicking sharply against marble flooring his eyes flicked up, watching you approach in the mirror. Looking like heaven in high heels. Your black dress fit you perfectly, the white fur shawl was draped lazily over your shoulders.
Lando felt his mouth go dry as he turned, his heartbeat pounding in his ears as you approached. The sweet smell of your perfume swirling around him, making him feel hazy.
God, if you knew what you did to him.
It seemed like every night now that he dreamt of kissing you, doing a whole list of unruly things. Despite the ring on his hand and yours it still felt off limits. Not feeling sure of what you actually wanted.
“Ready?” You asked, a small smile playing on your lips.
He blinked at you, still in a daze. “What?”
You bit your lip, holding back a laugh and he felt his stomach pool.
“The gala. Yes, right.” He cleared his throat, not thinking twice as he took your hand. “Let’s go.”
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You felt all the eyes on you as he took you around the dance floor. The whispers. Lando Norris’ wife who he liked to keep hidden away. Apparently most people hadn’t even known he was married. They thought you were just a new date till they saw the blinding diamond on your finger and his matching gold one.
You felt stiff. Too perceived.
But he lightly took hold of your chin between his fingers, making you look at him.
“It’s just you and me, love.”
Love. You felt equally reassured and nauseous.
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Lando was using every excuse he could to touch you. Hand splaying on the small of your back where your dress dipped low. Fingers lightly brushing the back of your neck as he talked to the other guests. Hand on your thigh beneath the table. When he’d first done it you jumped slightly and his heart skipped a beat when you looked at him, eyes low, before turning away again and taking a sip of your wine.
He couldn’t help it as his lips pulled back slightly when he began to rub circles with his thumb, feeling the muscles of your leg tighten. But you leaned toward him, an invitation. He felt more drunk off of you than any wine he had been drinking.
He’d only see glimpses of your father. Lingering to the side of the ballroom walls. Whispering in corners with other greedy men. His eyes always on you, though.
Lando didn’t like it. Then again he never liked anything enough for that to be a fair test. But he knew never to ignore his intuition, so he took your hand in his and tugged you along until you were outside, the cold December air twirling around them.
You shivered as you waited for the valet to pull his McLaren around, blushing a bit when he draped his jacket over your shoulders. Or maybe it was just the wind, he wasn’t sure. But he’d liked to think he made you flustered.
The engine purred as he drove away, feeling your eyes on him as city lights flicked back.
“Why’d we leave early?” You finally asked.
His grip adjusted on the steering heel, looking in the rearview mirror, always vigilant. He hadn’t realised till now that going public made you a target. Made him vulnerable.
“Just wanted to,” is all he offered. Not wanting to scare you. He knew you already had a difficult time adjusting to his world. Then again he shouldn’t cut you any credit. Growing up with your father couldn’t have been any easier.
You hummed, not believing him. Your eyes finally pulled away to stare out the window. Letting him relax. It was strange, having somebody for the first time see him. The thought was equally relieving and terrifying.
When they pulled up to the house the car fell quiet, a heavy silence falling over like a blanket. He wanted to say more to you, but what? This was all new territory and the thought of messing up this bridge he’d built—
“Lando.”
He turned, looking at you as moonlight painted your skin through the window.
You reached forward, hand taking his, “I know you’ll keep me safe.” Another pause and you played with his wedding ring. “I trust you.”
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A loud thud woke you up, your heart beating erratically as your door handle began to move. Thankful that you had locked it but fear was still crawling up your spine. You were just about to reach for your phone to call someone for help when a ragged voice poured out from the other side, weakly saying your name. The sound of a body slumping to the floor.
Lando.
You quickly tore off the sheets, stumbling a bit in the dark and you yanked your door open. A hand flying up to your mouth as you took in the state of him. Bruised and slick with blood, one arm wrapped around his rib cage, his breath rattling.
His eyes cracked open, gleaming in the low lamp light of the hall. His lips pulling back in a bloodied grin.
“Hello, darling.”
“Oh my god,” you did your best to get him up, almost falling under his weight as you maneuvered him to your bathroom. “What happened?”
Your heart lurched as Lando coughed, turning his head to spit out some blood into the bin and he sat himself up on the sink. Wincing as he did so. Not answering you.
“Lando,” you said quietly, afraid that even loud noises would hurt him and you gently took hold of his face in your hands. Not caring blood and dirt would get on them. Gently running your thumbs along his cheek bones.
He seemed to melt into you, letting his head fall forward and rest against yours as you brushed the damp curls back. Seeing him like this was a new kind of pain you never wanted to experience again.
“Who did this to you?” Although your voice was gentle, there was a layer of conviction under it that even surprised you.
He sighed, a wheeze coming up from the back of his throat and his hands came up to hold onto your wrists. You didn’t miss his cracked and bleeding knuckles.
“I have a duty of care,” he muttered.
Your father. You felt like throwing up.
Gently pulling his head forward, you held him to you. Letting his heartbeat bring some life back into you. He was okay. He was here. He came back to you. Everything would be fine.
Slowly, Lando’s arms wrapped around you, holding you as tight as he could.
“I’m going to kill him,” you mumbled into his hair and he laughed, not caring that it hurt.
He leaned his head back slightly, eyes flicking between your own and your lips. His hand that had snaked up to the back of your neck pulling you in slightly. Hesitant. Then all at once.
Mouths colliding, a kiss that felt like a tuning fork struck against a star.
His fingers twined in your hair and you tried to be gentle with him. As much as you could. But the feeling of finally was making you feel weightless. Reckless. Desperate as he held you tighter.
You felt high as he whispered the words my wife between kisses.
“So much for a marriage of convenience,” you managed after you pulled away. You didn’t want to, but he needed your help.
He smiled again, those dimples you loved so much deepening in his cheeks. “Nah,” he said lightly. “I think this will be a marriage of inconvenience.”
description: girlfriend!reader x ln4 go on a ski trip that takes an even better than expected turn
tw: none that i know of
a/n: i hope you all had an amazing christmas (if you celebrate)! i don't own any photos used. part of my december fic series called winter in the fast lane
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landonorris: MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM MR. NORRIS AND SOON-TO-BE MRS. NORRIS. haters get fucked.
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Summary: Lando talks y/n down off a ledge when she feels like it's not worth going anymore.
Warnings/themes: Suicide attempt, depression
Word count: 1.8k
Lando knows how it is. He's never felt such extreme lows of feeling like he doesn't want to be there but he knows that y/n struggles like that. He knows that she hurts emotionally but when he tried calling her and she wouldn't answer. He panicked.
Last time he saw her, she didn't want to get out of bed but he couldn't stay so he hoped that staying in bed would be the worst of it. But it's worse. She's disappeared, her car is gone and there's nothing there to explain why she isn't there.
She has her location on and the moment he sees it, he trips stumbling over his feet as as he rushes to leave while Max and P frown in confusion.
"She's on a bridge." Lando chokes out climbing in his car and calling the police in hopes to have someone professional there who actually knows what to do in these situations.
By the time he gets there he's beat the police. He can see her car and her body sitting on the railing, looking down at the rushing water beneath her. The bridge is high and the water is shallow because of the time of year.
"Baby?" Lando sighs not wanting to spook her and make her act impulsively. "Baby, please come back over onto this side. Please."
She doesn't react, it's as if she didn't even hear him or notice he's there. Her chest is visibly heaving, her face glimmering with tear streaks.
Whatever is going through her head it's putting her through mental and physical agony.
Finally flashing lights appear on the scene and her attention is caught, eyes landing on Lando and the expression of devastation tells him she didn't hear a word. She was deaf to anything but her own thoughts.
Lando waves his hands gesturing for them to just stay where they are as he nears her.
"Please come back on this side." Lando repeats as he gets close enough that he could grab her but she suddenly shifts away.
"I just want things to get better. Everything keeps getting worse." Y/n hiccups wobbling in her balance but Lando knows better than to shoot forward because that could be it.
"We can get you help baby. We can but we can't do that if you're not here."
"I don't know if anyone can help anymore. You deserve better-how did you find me?"
"I will always find you." And he's not going to tell her exactly how because that might lead to her turning her location off. "I love you and I won't let you ever think otherwise. You don't realise it but if you leave me. I will find you in the next life and every life after that. You'll take a piece of me with you."
"You deserve better than me."
Lando takes an opportunity to close the space a little.
"Don't make me search for you when I've already found you now. You have so much life left, baby. So much life that I'm going to make it my mission to show you every single day why not leaving this life today will be worth it." Lando promises making her lip quiver shifting her weight but whatever she was going to do. Whatever decision she'd made. Lando reaches and grabs her sweater and yanking her backwards onto his side, cushioning her fall as they both land back.
Y/n completely falls apart against him as the police finally close in, an ambulance on site and they secure to make sure if she tries to get back up, she'll be stopped from following through.
Max appears on his own not wanting to bring P in fear of the outcome and knowing that Lando wouldn't want more people there than necessary.
"She's ok. They're checking her over, but they're taking her for an evaluation. I'm gonna go with her." Lando sighs then clearing his throat. "Can you text my brother and see if he'll pick up my car?"
"Yeah, of course. Of course."
-
The medication left y/n a void of life. She sleeps a lot, she eats enough to get by and she drinks when she's told to. It's almost like she's a puppet rather than a person.
But Lando was just relieved they discharged her. Whether it is the right choice or not is a hard call to make, but Lando wants her with him. He wants to be able to oversee what she's doing and be the one to take care of her.
He'll love her at her lowest because he's determined to help her back to her highest.
"Hey pretty girl, you're up." Lando smiles noticing y/n walk into his gaming room. He'd spent the first few days by her side, lying in the bed with her, holding her, watching her breathe and informing anyone and everyone who asked after her about how she is doing. "You feeling ok?"
"My legs were starting to ache just lying in bed. I need to just walk around." Y/n mumbles earning a nod before she swallows thickly, tears welling up in her eyes. "And uhh...I owe you an-"
"You owe me nothing. This is love, baby. It's unconditional and it doesn't need an apology or a thanks. Ok?" Lando cuts in not about to accept an apology for keeping her with him, in fact he practically forced her to live.
"I don't really want to sleep anymore."
"Ok, then you don't have to." Lando nods since her medication has included sedatives just to try and keep her from being able to leave on her own accord. "You have a call with Georgia in a bit, you can tell her that we're gonna stop with them."
Y/n nods then biting her lip before Lando pulls her into his lap, uncaring of the game that he's just lost interest in. Max will get over it.
"How are you feeling?" Lando asks softly making her sigh.
"Like I need to shower and scrub like 10 layers of skin off, a McDonalds-or Five Guys would be good."
"Mmm. Five Guys would be so good. The cajun fries would be so good." Lando agrees with a groan smiling as he sees the return of his girlfriend begin to peek through. It's crumbs and it's going to be a long time before she returns to even how she was right before the incident. "How about a McDonalds and then after your call we can fly back over to London and stay there a couple days? See some people if you're up for but, but really just get Five Guys."
"I don't know how the world gave me you in my life. But you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Y/n states with a weak smile.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me too baby." Lando grins then catching her in a kiss that he's so relieved for her to melt into.
It's going to be a slow and long journey, one that potentially never really sees an end. The human mind is complex and no one has taught Lando that more than y/n. Because he knows she loves him and he knows that she'd never want to hurt him, he's a priority in her life but when she was sitting on that bridge. He wasn't there in her head because the good things don't sit at the forefront in those moments and he is a good thing but he just wasn't outshining the dark thoughts shrouding her brain.
"I don't know if I want to handle seeing people yet." Y/n whispers making Lando smile.
"I didn't really want to see anyone either, I just wanted to put the option on the table if you did." Lando chuckles earning a grateful smile. "Just us and Five Guys."
"That sounds perfect." Y/n nods before she leans into his touch. "I'm so happy I have you."
"Not nearly as happy as I am to have you." Lando sighs then drumming his hands on her thigh. "McDonald's I'll tell Max I'm logging off and we can eat."
"Thank you."
-
It took a couple weeks and while none of the events had caught wind in the media, there was a couple people within the paddock who knew about what happened, only people who Lando knew really cared for her.
Max offered to fly to the race so Lando knew y/n was with someone he could trust to take care of her.
"I'll be ok." Y/n assures Lando noticing his anxiety as he bites as the skin on his thumb. "I've taken all my pills. I'm feeling ok."
Her words are careful, not saying she's good or feeling great. But she's ok, he can accept ok is the truth and not an exaggeration while not being something he needs to worry about.
"I love you." Lando states wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly, kissing her neck as he nuzzles his face into her neck. "I don't care what I'm doing, if you need me then come get me."
"Mmm...so run out on the track to flag you down?" Y/n jokes proving that she has still got some sort of a sense of humour intact. "I don't want to be a source of concern if it effects you so much by me being here."
"It'd effect me if you weren't here baby. I want to be able to see you and know you're ok." Lando sighs squeezing her a little more. "I love you."
"I love you too, I love you so much." Y/n smiles moving back just enough to be able to force him into a kiss that he immediately melts into it. "It's gonna take time for me to really get back to myself-"
"Don't. You don't need to explain or apologise. I'm happy that you're here, that's all I care about and so long as we're making progress. That's what I care about and I know you are. I know we're all making progress." Lando cuts in nodding reassuringly as he makes sure to look her in the eyes. "Just promise you'll come over and speak to me or just come and stand with me-hug me-hold my hand. Whatever you want. Just promise, ok?"
"I promise." Y/n smiles lightly before they hear the knock at the door. "Jon or Max, who are you betting?"
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a/n: hope you enjoy my first lando fic!! i’m going to try really hard to not have this be too similar to other fics 🫣 please reblog if you enjoy <3
content: fake dating, famous!reader, cheating scandal, misinformation, reader is implied to have a drinking problem
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celebritynewsofficial ✓ HERE THEY ARE! Paparazzi photos from last night of Jackson Edwards and Y/n L/n kissing outside of a bar in the streets of London. Neither’s management team have responded to us asking for any comments on the situation. Our thoughts go out to Sophia Roth, Edwards’ fiancée.
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user10 tagging them both is FOUL
user11 y/n looks so out of it in these
user12 frfr she can barely stand up
user13 do you not remember that article last year where a ‘close source’ revealed that she had a drinking problem??
user14 well at least their film will be getting a lot of publicity 💀
user15 DAMN i forgot about that!!
user16 they haven't even finished their press tour 😭 i’m honestly looking forward to the next set of interviews they do
user17 @/yourusername homewrecker
user18 what a good day not to be on y/n’s pr team
user19 you couldn't pay me enough money to defend her
user20 finally! can we stop pretending she’s perfect now?
Summary: Y/n is mad at Lando but his love language prevents him from giving her space.
Slight golden retriever!Lando
Word count: 745
Lando really does hate seeing y/n upset, he hates knowing on this occasion he's the reason for her upset too.
No boyfriend enjoys seeing their girlfriend upset. At least no boyfriend that's worth while.
"Stop it. Just go game or stream or something." Y/n mumbles when Lando tries to hug her as she finishes doing the dishes.
"I'm not leaving you to be mad at me and I don't want to game." Lando states with a small frown since rejection hurts even if it's just as a result of him upsetting her and her wanting him to leave her alone.
He knows he should.
So when she just huffs and makes no attempt to verbally reply, he does give her a few minutes without him there.
But when she moves through the living room seeming to spot him and sigh again before she moves through into the bedroom and remains there, he can't stop himself from almost feeling anxious and uneasy with being away from her.
He's a clingy boyfriend, he always follows her like a puppy around the apartment and tries to keep touching her however he can and she has never ever voiced not liking it unless she's upset with him and that's rare. But he hates it for multiple reasons, not being able to touch her being near the top of the list.
"Y/n?" Lando mumbles shuffling into the room, fully prepared to be turned away as he finds her lying naked under the sheets and curled up with her book.
Her favourite comfort position, though he's never thought to ask why being naked is a must for when she's reading in bed but he's certainly never complained.
Though he wonders if he'll be less welcome because of that factor.
"It's your bedroom too Lando, I'm not kicking you out." Y/n sighs still sounding irritated but she doesn't say anything as he changes and climbs into the other side of the bed.
She can feel his gaze looking at her while she focuses on her book, then she notices him slowly edging his hand closer and closer. But she doesn't say anything till his hand rests on her thigh and she moves it away.
"Baby, please." Lando pleads almost ready to grab his girlfriend and pin her down under his weight to accept his affection, but he knows that's not fair and she's upset with him so it'd probably just make things worse. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I really just...I want to touch you even if it's just the smallest touch."
Y/n has a particular soft spot for Lando's clinginess and while he's not actively trying to use it as a means to soften her, he really is just thinking about how badly he needs to touch her in some way, it's definitely working to improve her mood.
She doesn't say anything but she offers her hand, slapping his away when he tries to hold it fully but she doesn't give him the answer for figuring out what she will allow. So after a few attempts of different positions, he finally concludes he's around to press the tip of his finger to her own and when she doesn't push him away, he grins settling down.
"Thank you." Lando whispers, remaining with a grin on his face as he keeps watching her while she keeps reading and trying to ignore his presence slowly weakening her resolve.
She doesn't say anything but eventually he watches her fall asleep and after waiting 15 minutes of her unmoving and her breaths slowly evening out and growing heavier. He bookmarks her page as he takes the book from her hand and places to the side then climbs back in the bed after turning everything off in the rest of the apartment and finally lying down with her to go to sleep.
It's a couple hours that y/n wakes up feeling a soft, warm weight on the tip of her finger and she frowns, her bad mood forgotten in her sleepy haze as she shuffles closer to him and wakes him from his own slumber as he feels her body pressing to his own. His heart rate picking up as he gets a little excited at being able to properly hug her again.
Then they drift off again with Lando's last thoughts before he's gone again about how he'll be making everything up to her in the morning.
summary: in which Lando is a complete simp over singer Y/N L/N
warnings: none
pairing: lando norris × singer!reader
face claim: sabrina carpenter
ynln
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ynln: la dolce vita or whatever they say
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ynfan2: woman how DARE YOU being this aesthetic????
ynfan3: i love you please marry me
ynhater1: omg can you stop begging for attention
ybffname: love the vibes and all, but when are you gonna stop traveling around and come back home huh?
ynln: i'd say about never but we'll see how things go 🥰
ynfan4: jesus christ woman where AREN'T YOU
ynfan7: okay but have you thought about stopping at a F1 race or something
ynln: tell me more about it 💭
ynfan5: london, italy, paris... GIRL OMG
ynhater2: i don't think you should flaunt like this when there's literally people starving
ynfan6: literally dream life
ysistername: cute but can i have my hair clip back? THANK YOU!
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🎶 Thinking Bout You - Frank Ocean
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landonorris: they do say la dolce vita :) but whatever right?
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landofan1: hot.
landofan2: i do have a lot to say but i have some decency
maxfewtrell: i think your shirt's a bit unbuttoned mate
landonorris: thanks mate! hadn't noticed
ynfan7: am i dreaming or that caption...
ynfan4: girl the caption, the song, those pictures... it's all for her
landofan3: what?
ynfan4: check out y/n l/n's latest post
landofan5: HOLY FUCK
landofan5: don't judge him for making it about her,if i were him i'd do the EXACT same
ynln: thanks for letting me know :)
landonorris: you should stop by a race, maybe i could tell you a thing or two about italian :)
maxfewtrell: mate, they still have DMs :)
A WEEK LATER
ynupdates:
ynupdates: Us too, Lando! During his friend Max Fewtrell's Twitch stream, Formula 1 driver Lando Norris admitted to having a crush on Y/N L/N, as transcribed below:
Lando: “If I like Y/N? Yes, absolutely! There is no reality in which I don't listen to her songs or that I'm not a big fan of hers.”
Max: “'Fan'? Mate, drop it, we all know how you're a complete simp over the woman.”
Lando: “What?”
Max: “Be for fucking real, now! We know it. You've talked about her, not once, not twice, we lost count! Can't keep track of it anymore. You're down bad."
Lando: “Shut up, you bastard. But I will admit, I think she's cute.”
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ynfan7: IT'S HAPPENING GUYS
landofan5: god knows how much i've waited
ynfan8: ok but where has lando talked about yn multiple times??
landofan9: he once brought her up during a video with oscar (his teammate) for mclaren, saying her songs are huge part of his pre race routine
landofan10: or when he sang her song "God is a Woman" on live
landofan11: or when he literally posted one of her songs on his stories
landofan12: or when he said she's his favorite singer
ynfan8: i agree with max tbh
TWO WEEKS LATER
y/n via instagram stories.
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ynupdates: NOBODY MOVES!
Y/n L/n was seen on the McLaren garage ahead of the Dutch Grand Prix weekend - today, it's qualifying! Go papaya!
(let's try not to clown but just so everybody is properly informed, Lando is a McLaren driver.....)
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ynhater3: ofc she's gon cling to a man for relevancy... typical yn
landofan7: OK OK OK IM SO OK WITH THIS
ynfan7: pls go suck a dick
ynfan9: OMG OKG OM WJAT
ynfan11: that's literally momma and papa
landofan10: she's literally there for him wtf 😭
ynfan15: im not fraekingnout AT ALL
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mclaren: Having set the fastest time in Q3, Lando grabs pole position! Tomorrow, we go racing!
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landofan17: OMG SHE LIKED IT YALL
landofan18: can we focus on the racing for a bit?
landofan5: my prayers didn't go unnoticed... good to know!
make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness, aftermath
part 1
bakugo x fem!reader
Bakugos first instinct was to get one of your friends to somehow get you to accept his texts.
Maybe somehow convince Kirishima to talk to Mina and have you meet up with him. Yeah this was a great idea.
Until he realized that everyone else also believed he unmercifully rejected you all other years ago. He was gonna somehow explain his side to them and show that he isn't the bad guy...sorta.
The easiest way was to mass text everyone "Emergency meet me at my place." The only time Bakugo texted first in the group chat was to either bully and degrade someone or ask about work.
So everyone was scrambling to get to his place when they received the message. He would just lounge around while he came up with his explanation.
Mina and Ochaco eruptly stood up as you all were watching a movie, and apologized as they mumbled something about having to go while they rushed to leave.
You sat there on your floor not even able to move an inch as both of your girls suddenly rushed out of you girls day.
Confused and speechless you resumed your movie, choosing not the question it.
The girls were last to arrive at Bakugos, the boys waiting around confused as Bakugo sat in his living room silently glaring at the floor.
The guys have been trying to get him to talk since they got there but he wouldn't budge just telling them to wait for everyone else before he went back to being mute.
Once everyone was accounted for Bakugo breathed in a deep sigh, looking at each of them.
"I didn't reject her."
The boys and girls looked at each other, confused at his statement. "Bakugo you good? Who didn't you reject?" Kirishima asked slowly stepping towards him like a scared animal.
"At graduation, I never rejected her." He said looking at each of them in the eyes.
The girls after just getting back from being with you were furious, thinking he was just saying this to save face or try to make amends since your back.
"Oh yeah?!? Say that to us after we hyped her up to finally say something to you! Only for you to throw it back in her face and we had to comfort her before she left!" Mina shouted getting more upset as she remembered the events.
"I'm not believing your bullshit after I had to witness the aftermath."
"Yeah Bakugo it's not cool to lie about that, especially now that she's back home." Kirishima said moving to comfort Mina.
"But I didn't! I didn't even know she confessed in the first place. I found out just now from Izuku when he told me why she broke contact!" Bakugo confessed his eyes shifting around hoping his friends believed him.
"Come on guys, I don't think he's lying. He sounded pretty confused when he called me and found out we all still talked to her." Izuku said trying to ease the tension.
"See even he's vouching for me!"
The group stayed silent for a minute, thinking over what was just revealed. Mina was still a little worked up but with the boys giving Bakugo the benefit of the doubt they all came to believe he was telling the truth.
"Well what are you gonna do now?"
"Yeah cuz I'm pretty sure she still hates your face." Denki piped up, getting smacked in the back of the head by Sero.
"I was hoping you guys could help me with that."
~~~
"Guys where are we going?" You giggled, eyes blind folded as someone guided you up a flight of stairs.
"It's a surprise! We promise you'll love it!" Squealed Ochaco.
Hearing a door open and your friends shuffle you somewhere, "are you ready?" "Suprise!" They shouted from behind you, removing your blindfold.
You were beaming ear to ear, excited for what your friends had in store for you. But that quickly died as you saw Bakugo Katsuki standing in the middle of your apartment.
A stoic expression as he held a bouquet of flowers.
You whipped around, lips starting to quiver as you stared at your so called friends.
"Is this some sick joke?" You asked, disbelief in your voice.
Your friends panicked, looking from you to Bakugo not knowing what to do.
You didn't notice over your betrayal but Bakugo came up behind you and softly gripped your shoulder.
"I made them do this, don't upset at them."
You froze as you felt his touch, slowly turning around. For the first time in two years you saw your old crush face to face. Taking in all his features, some scratches on his face that wasn't there before and a softness in his expression.
Your friends sneaking out while your attention wasn't on them. Hoping Bakugos plan goes well.
It seemed he was doing the same, admiring your new look, different from when you both went to UA. But he liked it nonetheless.
The air tense as he took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry."
What?
Did the Bakugo just apologize. You must've been hallucinating and this must be some weird dream. When you wake up you'll still be in your unfurnished apartment and Bakugo won't be standing right in front of you.
Realizing you weren't going to say anything he kept going.
"I didn't realize you told me you liked me back at graduation." He pressed further.
Snapping out of your thoughts you could only look at him with confusion.
"No I remember clearly you gave me such a disgusted look when I told you. You even shouted at me like you couldn't believe what I said."
"I didn't hear you, the commotion around us overpowered your voice. I wasn't looking at you disgusted either, that's just my face and I only shouted because I wanted you to repeat yourself." Bakugo confessed, his eyes and voice revealing nothing but the truth.
"So this whole time I'm the one who misunderstood?" You said pondering all this new information.
"We can call it even and say we both were in the wrong." He said the corner of his lip quirking up. "Well only if you agree to recreate that memory with a better one."
You looked up at him as you heard those words, confused at what he's suggesting.
Holding both of your hands in his, he professed "I've liked you since we were in school and especially now, will you go out with me?"
Your hands started to shake in his grip, you couldn't believe this was happening. After all these years your feelings never left just pushed back as you focused on anything else. But that all came rushing back to you in this moment.
Bakugo started to freak out as your eyes started to water, wiping the stray tear away. "If you don't like me anymore that's okay, just let me be your friend again." He said, your reaction scaring him.
Shaking your head, more tears rushing down your face you pulled him into a hug. "I never stopped liking you dummy." You said as you sniffled into his shirt. "Of course I'll go out with you."
Bakugo couldn't believe it, he was just praying before that you would at most agree to keep in contact with him. But revealing that you still liked him felt gratifying.
He pulled your face back, softly chuckling as you wiped your face clean. Grabbing your chin and pulling you in as you closed your eyes.
i love love love your writing and i have been waiting for your requests to be open!! can you please write a billy hargrove x reader story where he rejects her and then he regrets it and has to grovel?
Like she is super nice and friendly with everybody, and she can even get Billy to soften up to her. She's had a crush on Billy for the longest time like since he's arrives in Hawkins but he always is hooking up with somebody or flirting with somebody else. Then she notices that he's been alone for a couple of weeks and thinks this is her chance so she confesses to him and he lets her down gently because he doesn't feel the same (he so does but in his experience romance never lasts and he could never ever bear to lose her) and so she decides that having him as a friend is better than nothing.
But obviously she can't act the way she acted before and she starts distancing herself from him. No more grabbing his arm for security when the hallways are crowded. No more asking him for rides to and from school. No more chattering in his ear during lunch. Instead, she's doing those things with her best friend Steve or Eddie because they knew about her heartbreak and they're trying their best to be supportive.
And obviously he can tell right away that things are different and he's fighting the urge to shove Steve/Eddie away and take back his place next to you. He's trying to reach out and spend time with you and he doesn't care if he sounds desperate when he's doing so but she keeps blowing him off because she wants to get over him and she thinks he's just pitying her.
He finally snaps one night and sneaks into her room and tells her how he's been going crazy. She apologizes for being distant and says that she's moving on so that they can be friends. And Billy just says screw that and he doesn't care what he said before he just wants HER.
Sorry if this is a lot but I can't wait to read what you do with this!!!
I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻
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Y/N and Billy had a touchy friendship. From afar they looked to be a couple, with the way they held hands, hugged, kissed each other's cheeks, and the way Billy would do anything for her. She was the only person in the world Billy had a soft spot for, that had to mean something.
There wasn't much time when they were apart. Billy was at her house first thing in the morning, the door open as he waited. The way he leaned against his car made her heart race every time. Then they arrive at school, and as usual, everyone is watching. They moved around the school and when people got too rowdy, Y/N would latch herself to Billy's arm.
"I got you," he smiled as he threw his arm over her shoulder. It wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last.
Lunch was Y/N's favorite part of the school day. Not only because of no class but because she got to talk to Billy non-stop for those few moments.
"Do you think you'll win today's game?" Y/N asked, crunching down on Billy's ignored apple.
Billy scoffed, stuffing his face. "Duh, I'm on the team."
Y/N laughed and nodded, "Fair point, and Steve too!"
"Oh yeah because he does a lot," Billy rolled his eyes.
"Be nice, he is my other best friend," Y/N playfully lectured.
"Yeah, but we know I'm better,"
"In basketball or being a friend?" Y/N asked to clarify
"Both, babygirl," he winked.
The bell rang and they packed up their trash. Before they went separate ways for class, Y/N kissed Billy's cheek goodbye.
~~~
Y/N fell for him, of course. She had eyes for Billy ever since he moved to Hawkins, but he didn't have the eyes for her. His eyes looked at every girl that passed by him. Y/N never made a move because he was always sleeping around with a new girl, but lately, he seemed to be alone more than usual.
With his eyes not looking elsewhere, Y/N found a boost of confidence to ask Billy out.
They were lying in his bed listening to music when she turned to look at him. She took in his handsome features, studying how gorgeous he was up close. She watched as his lips formed a smile and he turned to look at her.
"Why are you staring at me?" he laughed, placing an arm under his head and propping himself up. He reached out and placed his arm over her waist. She smiled at the feeling, her heart racing.
"Have you ever seen me more than just a friend?" she asked, her stomach twisted as his smile slowly disappeared from his face.
"What do you mean?" he asked, licking his lips nervously.
She took a deep breath, cuddling closer into his warm body. He hoped she couldn't hear how fast his heart was pounding.
"I like you, Billy. I have for a long time but never said anything. Lately, you've been alone and it got me thinking maybe this is my chance to tell you."
Billy was in awe of her soft voice and the beauty of her heart. The truth was, he did like her. He was alone because no girl could get his mind off of her. She was the only person in his life that made him happy and he wasn't sure if he'd live if he lost her. He never tried to have a relationship so he had zero hope he would treat her the way she deserved.
"I think you are incredibly beautiful, inside and out. You've given my life a whole new purpose and I'm grateful to have you. I'm not a relationship guy and that won't change. I love you and hold a place for you in my heart, but in a friendly way." Billy said gently. He softly rubbed her hip as she sighed.
"If you were a relationship guy, would you go for me?" she asked, moving to look up at him. There was so much emotion in his blue eyes and she wished she could detect it.
"My first and only choice, baby," he said softly, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Are you going to be okay? I really don't want to lose you as my friend," Billy admitted. He feared she'd pull away and he wouldn't blame her.
"Yeah, I'll be okay," she smiled. The rejection slightly hurt but she had a gut feeling Billy wasn't the boyfriend type anyway.
Billy hummed as a response. He moved to wrap both his arms around her, setting his head on hers as she cuddled into his chest.
~~~
Turns out she wasn't as okay as she thought she'd be. Spending all her time with Billy was fun and exciting. But now all she could think about was how badly she wanted more and how it would never happen. The kisses to her cheek that made her heart race were starting to make her stomach sour. And riding with him to and from school felt suffocating as his cologne filled the space.
She realized she would never be able to move on from him if she didn't change things. So, she figured creating a little distance would help her clear her head and heal her heart. Once she felt over him, they could resume their friendship and it wouldn't hurt her anymore.
Y/N got in Billy's car, her mind reeling. She was in deep thought and had been struggling with what to do.
"Steve is going to bring me home today," she said quietly. Billy turned down the music and turned to look at her. But she kept her eyes on the road as he drove.
"Oh, why?" He asked, moving his eyes back to the road. He ignored the ping of jealousy that ran through him.
"I think I need some space from you. Not in a bad way, it's just to help me. We'll still hang out and be best friends. I promise," she smiled. She reached over to place a comforting hand on his thigh.
Billy wanted to do what was best for her, but selfishly he didn't want space. He nodded and focused on the road, he hoped she couldn't see the water filling his eyes as he pulled into the parking lot.
~
The end of the day arrived and Billy could feel her lack of presence. He walked in the hallways alone, watching as she clung to Steve instead. She didn't sit with him at lunch, but that didn't stop him from staring at her the whole time. He dreaded driving home alone all day and he hated that it arrived. He also hated that her needing space meant everything changed.
He gave her a small wave as she drove by in Steve's car. His heart sped up as she excitedly waved back with a big smile. At least she still cared about him.
~~~
Billy tried to be patient with giving her space but after a week, he was ready to throw in the towel. He had to physically hold himself back from slamming Steve against the lockers whenever Y/N touched him. That was Billy's place. He fought the urge to sit at her new table, and beg her to gossip about her friends, anything to listen to her talk.
He missed driving with her, her smell in his passenger seat was slowly fading.
He sat on his bed as he held the phone to his ear, he hoped with everything in him that she would pick up.
"Hello?"
Billy smiled at the sound of her voice, "There she is, I've missed you," he admitted.
"I've missed you too, Billy," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Want to come over? We can order your favorite and watch those horrible movies you like," Billy offered.
"That sounds amazing, but I can't tonight. I'm sorry."
"That's alright, maybe next time," Billy said disappointed. The call ended shortly after and Billy slammed the phone down. He pulled at his hair as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. He was mad, frustrated, and hurt.
"You okay?"
Billy looked up as hot tears streamed down his face. Max stood at his door with a worried expression, a look he'd never seen her have before.
"I'm fine," he snapped. He walked up and slammed his door. Max didn't take it personally, it was the first time she ever saw Billy cry.
"I know we aren't friends, but it's okay to be upset. It's okay to feel things other than anger." Max said before she walked away.
~
The more time they spent apart, the more desperate Billy got. The more he called, the more he begged. He didn't care if he sounded crazy or pathetic, all he wanted to do was see her.
She noticed all the attention, and it was hard to look the other way. But she knew she'd never get over the love she had for him if she went back. She couldn't talk to him without getting lost in his eyes, or be in the same car inhaling his cologne. She couldn't touch his skin and not think about how much she wanted to taste it.
She figured he was pitying her, trying to lessen the blow of rejection. She knew Billy cared about her and it was something he'd do, but it didn't help her. It only made it harder.
She went to turn off her lamp when she heard knocking on her window. Only one person went through her window so she prepared herself to see him again.
She quickly fluffed her hair and smoothed out her sleep clothes. She walked over and opened the curtain. She didn't say anything as she unlocked the window and let him through.
"I can't do it anymore. I tried and I want to do what is best for you but I can't do it anymore!" Billy ranted as he paced around her room. "I can't take the distance. It's selfish, I know but I am falling apart here."
"Billy," she sighed, "It's hard now but trust me, it'll help us in the end."
"No, it won't!"
"If we don't do this now, I will never get over you. It'll damage our friendship in the long run. I'll never be able to accept when you get a girlfriend or decide one day to get married. I'll be tortured and unhappy. I'm doing this for the future us," she explained. "This is the only way I'll be happy for you."
"I don't care about future us. I care about us right now. I care about you being in my life right now." Billy begged. She watched Billy walk around the room, tears building in his eyes.
"I can't have you in my life right now!" Y/N argued, "You don't understand how painful it is to be in love with someone who can't love you back."
"What if I can?" he whispered, she felt her anger come to a halt.
Y/N scoffed, "You said it yourself, you're not a relationship guy."
"I don't give a fuck what I said. It was all bullshit, okay? I'm scared and have no idea what I'm doing and I don't know if I'll be who you want me to be, but I don't care. I want you," he confessed. He walked over and placed his hand on her cheek. She felt her breathing pick up as he looked down at her, so much emotion in his eyes.
He leaned in and she followed, turning her chin up as she closed the gap between them. She sighed in bliss as his warm lips worked against hers. He wrapped his arms around her, desperately pushing her body against his. Kissing her was better than Billy imagined, she was sweet and soft. He wanted to beat himself up for waiting so long.
Needing air, he pulled away. He placed his forehead on hers, opening his eyes as he panted against her mouth. "I'm ready to be a relationship guy. I love you."
"I love you too, Billy," she smiled, placing her lips on his.
~
Billy couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he pulled up to her house. He got out of the car and opened her door. He crossed his arms as he waited for her to walk out.
"There's my girl," he whistled as she walked down the driveway. She rolled her eyes but blushed at the nickname. She greeted him with a kiss, loving the way he wrapped his arms around her to deepen it.
"Good morning to me," Billy said against her lips. She pulled away to smile. She got in the car and Billy followed.
His hand was on her knee the whole drive. Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach ever since they kissed. She couldn't believe she and Billy were in a relationship.
They held hands as they walked into the school. He was happier than ever to have her by his side again, and this time as his girlfriend.
Summary: Aegon, initially indifferent to his arranged marriage, becomes captivated by his intelligent and strong wife, Y/N. As their bond grows, he respects her intellect and strength, while Y/N navigates her own plans, ultimately becoming a powerful influence in his reign.
(Part 2 coming soon!)
The day Aegon was told he was to marry was a day like any other. Aegon simply did not care, as his arrogance and ignorance led him to believe that any woman he married, regardless of her house, name, or legacy, would naturally be an idiot. Consequently, he sought no information about his bride-to-be. His mother, Alicent, had attempted to sit with him and have an actual conversation about the matter, but she was always dismissed by her son, who would sometimes make up an excuse or, more often, outright express how little he cared. On one occasion, he even said, “I would prefer if she were somewhat attractive; if not, I can just close my eyes,” before erupting into laughter and drowning his thoughts in wine once again.
Y/N Y/L/N was the last person Aegon expected to marry. Though he knew little of her, her power was undeniable. Despite coming from a relatively low-born family, Y/N was a highly intelligent woman. Alicent Hightower initially arranged the marriage to secure an heir to the throne, as her son’s lifestyle demanded one sooner rather than later. Alicent deliberately chose a lady of modest birth, expecting a woman who would “shut up and do what she was told”—a belief rooted in her own ignorance. Alicent had never considered that a woman of lesser means might be highly intelligent—how could she be?
Aegon could never forget the moment he first laid eyes on his new wife. On the day of their wedding, he waited impatiently within the grand hall of the Red Keep, eager to get it over with so he could go drink with his companions, as he did daily. The doors opened, Y/N’s name was announced, and all heads, including Aegon’s, turned towards the door in anticipation. In that moment, a raven-haired beauty entered the room. She stood tall, her gaze sweeping over the gathered lords and ladies before settling on him. Aegon found himself spellbound by her striking green eyes, which held a mysterious allure—a blend of confidence and intensity that seemed to pierce straight through him.
Her raven hair flowed over her shoulders like silk, half pulled back in an intricate braid woven with emerald pins that mirrored the colour of her eyes. Aegon’s gaze travelled over her, his usual guarded expression slipping into something softer, almost awestruck. The rich emerald gown she wore clung to her curves with elegant precision, enhancing her beauty. She was both queenly and alluring—a vision of strength and beauty that made Aegon’s heart pound in a way he hadn’t anticipated. However, her presence had the opposite effect on Alicent, who, though an intelligent woman, found herself somewhat displeased.
Aegon had seen many beautiful women at court, but there was something about Y/N that captivated him. As she approached, her gaze steady and unwavering, he found he could not look away. His mouth stretched into a grin, his confidence and arrogance emboldening him to display his obvious pleasure.
When she reached the altar, her eyes locked onto his, and Aegon, always composed, felt himself falter. There was a flicker of amusement in her gaze, a slight curve of her lips, as though she were aware of the effect she had on him. It was a boldness he hadn’t expected, and it stirred something deep within him.
He stared at her as she curtseyed before him, bowing her head gracefully as she said, “Your grace.”
Aegon licked his lips in response, admiring her beauty. “A beauty,” he stated, extending his hand for her to take. Y/N stood tall once again, reaching out to take his hand into hers.
“Thank you, your grace,” she replied, her gaze fixed on his as she smirked. Aegon smirked back, secretly thanking his mother in his thoughts.
Y/N had heard stories of Aegon—stories of his wicked and impulsive ways. She knew she ought to be frightened, but as a woman, she understood that most men, regardless of their actions, were naturally wicked and impulsive creatures. Although she had not anticipated Aegon’s visibly pleased reaction, she knew it might not last once he discovered her interest in Westerosi politics and her level of education.
Otto Hightower spent the first month of their marriage trying to convince Aegon that Y/N had ulterior motives. He disliked the way Y/N articulated herself, her knowledge of battle, tactics, and politics, and most of all, her ability to captivate the council’s attention, as they hung onto her every word.
Aegon initially agreed, choosing to watch her carefully instead of confronting her. But the more he observed her, the more impressed he became. Y/N consistently presented ideas that would benefit Aegon, not just herself. He realised this more deeply as he continued to watch her.
Alone, he often found himself thinking of her—replaying her words and actions in his mind. One evening, he realized he wasn’t thinking of her policies but of her. He wanted to know her more—as a wife, not just as a queen. His thoughts were interrupted when his mother, Alicent, entered the room with a harsh look.
“That woman has been speaking out of turn again,” Alicent stated, her tone laced with frustration. Aegon looked up, barely able to see her in the dim candlelight.
“By ‘that woman,’ I assume you mean my wife,” he replied, already amused by Y/N’s effect on his mother. Alicent scoffed.
“Your wife? Please do not act as though you see her as anything more than an object.”
Aegon did not like that.
“Y/N is my wife, mother, not an object. You will do well to respect your Queen,” he retorted coldly, standing from his chair. Aegon had grown to respect Y/N as his queen and perhaps even as an equal—something he’d never thought possible.
Alicent was taken aback by her son’s change of character.
“I do respect the Queen, my lord, but I do not believe the council or you should trust her as of yet,” she replied more calmly, hoping to avoid angering him. Aegon gestured dismissively toward the door.
“That will be all, mother,” he insisted. Alicent tried to argue but fell silent at his insistent gesture. Huffing, she did as she was told.
Once alone, Aegon decided to visit his wife’s chambers. The couple had not spent a night together yet, and he felt compelled to know her beyond politics.
Arriving at Y/N’s chambers, he gestured for her guard to leave and knocked loudly. There was no response, so he knocked again. When he heard her call out, “Who is it?” he couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s your husband,” he called back, pleased with the term. He entered the room, greeting her with a broad smile.
“Y/N, how are you?” he asked genuinely. Y/N chuckled. “Y/N? Wow, your grace, that’s the first time you’ve called me by my name.”
He smiled back, “There is no need for formalities, so please call me Aegon.”
Y/N moved closer, responding, “Ok, then, Aegon.”
The two shared stories, laughter, and lighthearted moments, both visibly more comfortable in each other’s presence.
Neither of them realized how late it had become, both needing to rise early the next morning for their duties. Aegon stood up, preparing to say goodbye. Y/N stood as well, thinking it respectful to rise with him. They gazed at each other for what felt like an eternity.
Aegon stepped forward, his pulse quickening, and reached for her, gently brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. His fingertips lingered as he traced the line of her jaw, his gaze drifting over her face as if seeing her for the first time. He had never respected a woman in this way; he typically saw them as disposable. But not Y/N. Her green eyes softened, inviting him closer, and in that moment, the distance between them vanished. His hand slid to the back of her neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a tentative kiss that grew deeper, filled with a quiet intensity neither had expected.
Y/N responded, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingers. There was no rush, only a gradual surrender as they lost themselves in each other’s touch, their kiss growing more passionate, each moment revealing a new layer of longing that had simmered beneath the surface for too long. Aegon’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, marveling at the way she fit against him—strong yet soft, fierce yet tender.
For the first time, Aegon felt himself let go of the weight of the crown and the world outside their door, focusing solely on her—this woman who had challenged and captivated him from the start. Y/N moaned as she felt his fingers explore places that had never been touched before. Aegon smirked, pleased with the power he held over her, and perhaps even more, with the power she’d held over him since he first saw her. He continued, ensuring that despite her reactions, he never broke their kiss.
Their gentle, passionate kiss quickly turned into a different kind of passion—a hunger.
These nights continued, and the couple soon decided to reside in the same chamber. Aegon no longer had use for the whores he had once spent his nights with, as he had now found his true love.
One day in particular would cement Aegon’s trust and love for Y/N.
Y/N had arrived late to the council meeting that morning. The gathered lords and ladies had already begun discussing matters of state when Y/N finally entered the room, offering hurried apologies for her tardiness, explaining that she’d been delayed with other pressing matters.
“And what matters could be so urgent that you kept the king waiting?” Alicent questioned sharply, a hint of displeasure in her voice as she sipped her wine. Aegon opened his mouth, ready to defend Y/N, but she raised a hand, signaling that she could speak for herself.
“Please, my love. I may speak for myself,” she said, casting him a warm look that melted any lingering irritation in him. Then, she turned back to Alicent, her expression hardening as she replied, “Royal matters, which do not concern you, my lady.” Y/N mirrored Alicent’s motion and took a measured sip of her own wine.
Aegon let out a loud chuckle, clearly pleased with his wife’s boldness. He settled back into his seat, brimming with pride as she held her ground.
“It has come to our attention, my lord,” began Otto Hightower, the king’s Hand, clearing his throat to regain the room’s focus, “that there are whispers of betrayal within the kingdom.” Aegon nodded as Otto spoke, giving him his full attention, though Y/N listened more intently than she showed.
“It is said there are rebels among the commoners who seek your death,” Otto continued gravely.
As the council deliberated on possible responses, each suggestion seemed more futile and extreme than the last. The lords’ plans were all rash, aimed more at silencing rumors than solving the root problem, and Y/N knew each proposal would only stoke the fires of unrest. Though several of the council members exchanged uneasy glances, noting her uncharacteristic silence, none dared question her outright.
Aegon, too, was surprised by Y/N’s unresponsiveness; she was usually one of the first to offer counsel. But as he gazed at her, his mind drifted back to the passion they’d shared the previous night, smirking at the memory. He suspected she might still be distracted by the effect he’d had on her.
Y/N, however, was deep in thought. While remnants of the night before lingered in her mind, she was more focused on a plan—one that, she knew, would not sit well with the king.
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A/N- I really enjoyed writing this one! There will be a part two very, very soon.
Summary: After McLaren let you watch your boyfriend interact with the animals from the Battersea. One dog found a clear interest in you instead.
Song: Miguel - Sure Thing
Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! <3
Word count: 3.8k
As you settled into the car, Lando glanced over at you, a hint of concern in his eyes. "Are you really sure you want to join me today?" he asked, his fingers gently intertwining with yours.
He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, a gesture that both comforted and excited you.
The thought of watching him interact with the animals at Battersea was thrilling, yet the idea of being around dogs made your heart race with anxiety.
You had promised him you would be there, and despite your fears, you were determined to support him.
"I know I said I would come, but you have to understand, Lando," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "Dogs make me really nervous. What if one jumps on me or barks? I just don’t know how I’ll handle it."
You could see the warmth in his eyes as he listened, his expression a mix of understanding and encouragement. "I’ll be right by your side the whole time," he reassured you, his smile infectious.
"And I promise, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. Just think of all the cute puppies we might see!"
With a deep breath, you nodded, trying to quell the flutter of anxiety in your stomach. "Okay, I’ll give it a shot," you said, determination creeping into your voice.
"That’s a good girl," Lando murmured softly, his breath brushing against your knuckles as he kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
The warmth of his words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, easing some of the tension that had built up inside. As the car sped along the winding road, you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
"You really think I can do this?" you asked, glancing at him with a mix of hope and uncertainty.
Lando shot you a reassuring smile, his confidence in you shining through. "Absolutely. Just remember, it’s all about believing in yourself. I’ll be right here with you every step of the way."
As you pulled into Battersea, the sight of a bustling crowd of staff waiting eagerly for Lando caught your attention.
The moment he parked the car, he hopped out with a bright smile, rushing around to open the door for you.
"After you," he said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. You stepped out, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as the staff greeted you both warmly.
"Welcome! We're so glad you're here!" one of them exclaimed, leading the way inside.
Once inside, a friendly veterinarian approached you, clipboard in hand. "Thank you both for coming today. We’re thrilled to have you support our charity," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "The video will feature Lando holding some of our adorable animals to help raise awareness."
Lando's face lit up at the mention of the animals. "I can’t wait to meet them! They’re going to steal the show!" he replied, his enthusiasm infectious.
You, however, felt a flutter of anxiety in your stomach. "What if I mess up and scare them?" you whispered to Lando, glancing around at the bustling staff.
Sensing your unease, Lando gently squeezed your hand, offering reassurance. "You’ll be amazing, trust me. Just think of all the good we’re doing here," he said, his voice steady and calming.
"And besides, it’s just us and some cute animals. What could go wrong?" You took a deep breath, trying to absorb his confidence.
"Okay, you’re right. Let’s do this," you replied, feeling a little more at ease.
Lando settled onto a stool, his excitement palpable as he prepared for the video shoot.
Behind the cameraman, you offered him a reassuring thumbs up, a gesture that made him beam with enthusiasm. "Thanks for the support!" he called out, his voice filled with warmth.
The anticipation in the room was electric, and Lando couldn't wait to share his passion for Battersea, where he would soon meet some adorable furry companions.
As the camera began rolling, Lando's face lit up with a genuine smile. "Hey everyone! I'm thrilled to be here today to talk about Battersea," he began, his tone inviting and friendly.
"This amazing charity does incredible work for animals in need, and I can't wait to meet some of the little ones looking for a forever home."
Just then, a staff member entered the frame, cradling a fluffy cat in their arms.
With a gentle motion, they placed the feline on Lando's lap, and he instantly wrapped his arms around it, his heart melting at the sight.
"Look at this little guy!" Lando exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy. The cat purred contentedly, and Lando leaned in closer, speaking softly to it.
"Aren't you just the cutest? I bet you have a lot of love to give." He turned back to the camera, still cradling the cat.
"If you're thinking about adopting, I encourage you to visit Battersea. There are so many wonderful animals just waiting for someone to take them home."
His passion was infectious, and it was clear that this moment was just the beginning of a beautiful connection between Lando, the cat, and the cause he so deeply cared about.
Lando was having the time of his life at the animal sanctuary, surrounded by a delightful mix of creatures both big and small.
"Look at all these animals!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he spotted a fluffy dog wagging its tail and a curious cat peeking from behind a door.
However, not everyone was as enthusiastic. You were sitting on the ground, feeling a bit overwhelmed as some of the animals approached you.
"Oh no, please don’t come too close!" you squeaked, making a noise that startled them away.
Watching them retreat made you feel a little sad, as you wished you could enjoy their company without the fear.
As Lando continued to explore, he stumbled upon a trio of playful puppies who were clearly the best of friends. "Hey, look at these little guys!" he called out, plopping down on the floor to get a better view.
The three puppies bounded over, their tiny paws pattering against the ground as they curiously sniffed at Lando's watch and playfully tugged at his necklace.
"Aren't they just the cutest?" Lando laughed, his heart melting at their antics.
You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, feeling a warmth spread through you as you watched the joyful scene unfold.
Suddenly, one of the puppies broke away from the group and trotted over to you, its little tail wagging furiously. "What are you doing down there?" it seemed to ask with its big, innocent eyes.
Despite your noise of fright, the puppy was undeterred and continued to inch closer until it finally climbed into your lap.
"Oh, hey there, little one!" you said softly, your heart racing with a mix of fear and delight.
You gently scooped the puppy into your arms, feeling its soft fur against your skin.
"You’re not scary at all," you whispered, beginning to pet it slowly.
The puppy leaned into your touch, and in that moment, all your worries melted away, replaced by the pure joy of connection.
"Aren't you a brave little one?" you said, your voice softening as you reached out to stroke its head.
Lando watched the scene unfold with a teasing grin. "See? I told you they weren't all bad," he remarked, his tone light and playful.
You glanced up at him, a smile spreading across your face as you continued to pet the puppy, feeling its warmth and energy.
"I guess you were right," you replied, your heart melting at the sight of the puppy snuggling into you.
The room filled with laughter and joy as the other two puppies joined in, creating a delightful whirlwind of fur and fun around you both.
As the video played on, the two other puppies scampered off, leaving the first one nestled comfortably on your lap, its tiny body warm and still.
You found yourself mesmerised by the scene unfolding on the screen, your fingers gently stroking the soft fur of the puppy.
Lando was busy at work, his focus unwavering as he played with more furry friends but your attention was split between the adorable creature in your lap and the captivating content of the video.
When the video finally came to an end, Lando stood up and made his way over to you, a playful grin lighting up his face. He knelt down beside you, reaching out to give the puppy some affection as well.
"We should definitely take this little guy home," he said, his voice filled with excitement as the puppy eagerly licked his fingers, its tail wagging furiously.
You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, but a sense of reality quickly washed over you.
"Lando, we can't do that," you replied softly, trying to avoid the puppy's pleading gaze. "You know we have enough on our plate already, with your job and my work."
You felt a pang of guilt as the puppy looked up at you with those big, innocent eyes, but you knew that bringing a new pet into your lives would only complicate things further.
Lando sighed, his enthusiasm dimming slightly, but he wasn’t ready to give up just yet. "Come on, just think about it! This little one needs a home, and we could give it a great life," he countered, his eyes sparkling with hope.
You could see the determination in his expression, and for a moment, you found yourself wavering.
It turned out that the puppy you had fallen in love with was not meant to be yours.
As you showered the little furball with affection, the staff gently pried it away from your arms, the puppy's mournful howls echoing in the air as it was taken back.
"I’m really going to miss you, little one," you whispered, your heart aching as you watched the staff carry the puppy away.
The warmth of its tiny body lingered on your skin, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of loss as you left the shelter.
On the drive home, Lando glanced over at you, noticing the distant look in your eyes. "You okay? You seem a bit out of it," he asked, concern etched on his face.
"I just can’t stop thinking about that puppy," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "It was so sweet, and I felt such a connection. I wish I could have taken it home."
Lando nodded, understanding your sentiment.
"I get it. That place is full of amazing dogs. But hey, we can always go back and visit," he suggested, trying to lift your spirits.
Dinner was a quiet affair, with Lando chatting about the other dogs he had seen at Battersea. You nodded along, but your mind was elsewhere, drifting back to the puppy's big, soulful eyes.
"You know, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have that little guy running around the house," you mused, a smile creeping onto your face despite the sadness.
Lando chuckled, "Well, if you keep daydreaming about it, we might just have to make a trip back to the shelter. Who knows, maybe it’s meant to be!"
His playful tone brought a glimmer of hope, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to dream again.
It was the day of the British Grand Prix, and Lando was buzzing with excitement to race on home soil. He was deep in conversation with his team, going over the strategies that could make or break his performance on the track.
Meanwhile, you found yourself in the Ferrari garage, catching up with Alex, Charles' girlfriend.
The atmosphere was electric, filled with the sounds of engines revving and the chatter of team members preparing for the race.
"Hey Y/N! It's so good to see you!" Alexandra exclaimed, her face lighting up as she rushed over to give you a warm hug.
You smiled, feeling the warmth of her enthusiasm. "I'm great, thanks! And you look absolutely stunning today," you complimented, taking a moment to admire her vibrant outfit that perfectly matched the Ferrari colors.
"Thank you! I wanted to wear something special for the race," she said, twirling playfully. "Are you excited to see Lando in action? I know you can’t wait to cheer him on!"
"Absolutely! He’s been working so hard, and I know he’s going to give it his all out there," you replied, glancing towards the pit lane where Lando was deep in discussion with his engineers.
Alexandra nodded, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I just hope Charles can keep up with him! It’s going to be a fierce competition today."
You both shared a laugh, knowing how competitive the atmosphere could get. "I think it’s going to be a thrilling race. The energy here is incredible!" you said, gesturing to the bustling garage filled with mechanics and team members.
As the minutes ticked down to the start of the race, you and Alexandra decided to grab a quick snack from the hospitality area. "Let’s go grab some food before it gets too hectic," she suggested, leading the way.
While walking, you chatted about everything from the latest team updates to your favorite moments from previous races. "Remember that time Lando almost won in Silverstone last year? The crowd went wild!" you reminisced, laughing at the memory.
"Yes! I was on the edge of my seat! I can only imagine how he feels racing here today," Alexandra replied, her excitement palpable.
Once you reached the hospitality area, you both grabbed some sandwiches and drinks, trying to soak in the atmosphere.
Alex took a sip of her drink, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Is there something on your mind that you wanted to discuss?"
You feigned surprise, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Come on," Alexandra replied, leaning in closer. "You always have these little heart-to-hearts before a race if something's bothering you. Is it about Lando?"
"Absolutely not!" you exclaimed, a bit too quickly.
With a resigned sigh, you shifted the conversation. "Okay, let me ask you this: when did you realize that Leo was the perfect dog for you?"
Alex's expression softened, and she set her drink down, clearly intrigued. "Oh, that’s a story! It was a chilly afternoon at the shelter. I was just browsing, not really planning to adopt anyone. But then I saw him—this scruffy little mutt with big, soulful eyes. He was just sitting there, looking up at me like he knew I needed him."
You leaned in, captivated. "What happened next?"
"Well, I walked over, and he wagged his tail like crazy. I knelt down, and he licked my face as if to say, 'Pick me!' I was smitten right then and there. But I hesitated. I thought about my busy schedule, the races, the travel. Could I really take care of a dog?"
"That’s a tough decision," you said, nodding. "What made you go for it?"
Alex chuckled, her eyes lighting up with the memory. "I took him for a quick walk around the block. He was so full of energy, darting around and sniffing everything. I felt this connection, like he was meant to be part of my life. By the time we got back, I knew I couldn’t leave without him."
"That’s amazing! So, you just went for it?" you asked, genuinely impressed.
"Pretty much! I filled out the paperwork, and before I knew it, I was walking out of there with Leo by my side. It felt right. He’s been my little sidekick ever since, always there to cheer me up after a tough or long day."
"Why did you ask though, last time I checked you were scared of animals," Alex asked curiously.
"Me and Lando went to Battersea yesterday and there was this dog who really bonded with me, he was literally begging me not to leave him," you explained.
"Aww Y/N, you already had all the signs you needed but are you sure you're ready for a dog, it can be hard work,"
You gave a small smile, "I'm sure, I'm already missing him,"
As you stepped into Battersea, a wave of excitement washed over you. The atmosphere buzzed with the sounds of barking and playful yips.
You approached the receptionist, your heart racing with anticipation.
"Excuse me, could you please direct me to the three dogs?" you inquired, your voice filled with eagerness. The staff member smiled warmly and gestured for you to follow.
Soon, you found yourself in a cozy room where three adorable puppies were tumbling over each other, their tails wagging furiously.
The sight brought an instant smile to your face, a moment of pure joy.
Just then, one of the puppies, a half-brown bundle of energy, caught sight of you.
Without a moment's hesitation, he broke away from his siblings and dashed toward you, his little legs moving so fast that he nearly stumbled.
You couldn't help but laugh at his clumsy enthusiasm.
As he reached you, you bent down and scooped him up into your arms, feeling the warmth of his tiny body against you.
"Hey there, little guy! Remember me?" you cooed, your heart swelling with affection.
The puppy looked up at you with big, hopeful eyes, and in that instant, you knew there was a connection.
"Can I adopt him?" you blurted out, your voice filled with urgency and hope.
The staff member, who had been observing the interaction, nodded with a knowing smile. "Absolutely! He’s a real sweetheart. We call him Chase," she replied, her eyes twinkling with delight.
You could hardly contain your excitement as you cradled Max in your arms, envisioning all the adventures you would share together.
"I can’t wait to take you home, buddy," you whispered, feeling as if you had just found a missing piece of your heart. . . .
He had just achieved a remarkable milestone by winning a home race for the very first time! As soon as he parked his car, an overwhelming rush of excitement surged through him.
He leaped out and was immediately enveloped by his team members, who caught him in a jubilant embrace, their faces beaming with pride and happiness for his victory.
The atmosphere was electric, filled with cheers and laughter as they celebrated this significant moment together.
After a few moments of revelry, Lando removed his helmet, taking a deep breath as he scanned the crowd for a familiar face.
"Where is Y/N?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity as he approached one of the staff members.
The staff member looked around, momentarily puzzled, before exclaiming, "I haven't seen her—oh, there she is!" They pointed excitedly behind him.
When he pivoted on his heels, he was completely unprepared for the sight that greeted him.
There you stood, radiating beauty in a vibrant papaya-colored dress that hugged your figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering in the sunlight.
The dress, adorned with delicate floral patterns, swayed gently with the breeze, accentuating your every movement.
In your arms, you cradled a half-brown dog, its fur a delightful mix of rich chocolate and warm caramel, with big, expressive eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief.
Without a moment's hesitation, Lando dashed over to you, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"I'm sorry I was late," you said, a hint of guilt in your voice as you looked up at him.
He shook his head, dismissing your concern with a soft smile. "You're just in time, baby," he murmured, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on your lips.
The world around them faded away as they shared that intimate moment, the joy of his victory mingling with the warmth of your presence, making it a day he would never forget.
You were the first to pull away, your heart racing as you playfully slapped his chest. "You can't just kiss me like that in front of everyone!" you exclaimed, half-laughing, half-serious.
He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I don’t care," he replied with a smirk, clearly enjoying the moment.
"This dress looks amazing on you. And who’s this little guy?" He leaned closer, his curiosity piqued by the playful pup that wagged its tail enthusiastically, as if it could sense the warmth of the moment.
You felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks as you smiled back at him. "This is Chase, our new dog," you replied, your heart swelling with pride.
Lando's expression shifted to one of surprise, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Our dog?" he echoed, clearly taken aback by the sudden addition to your little family.
You nodded enthusiastically, eager to share the news. "Yeah, I filled out the paperwork yesterday and even picked up some toys for him before I came over."
Before you could finish your thought, Lando leaned in and kissed you softly, leaving you momentarily speechless.
"Oh hi buddy! I'm your dada now! Come here!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch as he scooped Chase into his arms.
The puppy squirmed happily, licking Lando's face as if to welcome him into the family.
You watched the scene unfold, your heart brimming with happiness, knowing that this was just the beginning of many joyful moments together. . . .
The presenter beamed at Lando Norris, excitement radiating from his voice. "Lando Norris! You've finally clinched victory at your home race. What’s going through your mind right now?"
Lando, balancing the microphone in one hand while cradling his dog, Chase, in the other, took a moment to gather his thoughts.
He gently shushed Chase, who was squirming with enthusiasm, and the dog settled down, resting comfortably in his arm.
With a broad smile, Lando replied, "Honestly, it feels incredible to win here! There have been so many unexpected twists and turns throughout the race, much like my little buddy here."
He gestured toward Chase, who seemed to understand the moment and wagged his tail in agreement.
The crowd erupted in cheers, their energy palpable as they celebrated the local hero's triumph.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give a warm welcome to Chase Norris!" Lando announced, holding the microphone closer to the dog.
Chase responded with an enthusiastic bark, which only fueled the crowd's excitement further.
Lando laughed, feeling the joy of the moment wash over him.
"This victory is for all of you, and for my family—both human and furry!"
The audience roared with approval, happy to see another furry friend on the paddock.
Lando chuckled, leaning closer to the mic again. "You know, this little guy was a gift from Mrs. Norris," he quipped, casting a sidelong glance at you.
The moment he said it, he could see your eyes widen in disbelief, your expression a mix of shock and amusement.
It was a classic Lando move, and he reveled in the reaction he had sparked.
"Mrs. Norris?" The presenter repeated, their eyebrow raised as they also looked at you.
"Well it will happened soon so might as well get used to the name now," Lando said, grinning. "And guess who's going to be the ring bearer in my wedding, yeah you Chase! You're the ring bearer!"
You had to forcefully take Chase away for Lando to finally concentrate in his interview.
As you looked at Chase, you know this little doggie was going to be the mini version of his dad but you weren't complaining.
Summary: After your photoshoot, President Snow prepares you a bath and you get ready for dinner. With the help of the bath, some wine, and some special chocolates, you’re feeling for him have seemingly changed…
Warning: 21+ (drinking), smut, choking, oral (f!receiving) , nicknames (baby, good girl), semi-rough sex, use of aphrodisiacs, dark themes, toxic themes, obsession, stalking, possesjsion, kidnapping
A/N: hiiiii! I’m back! i know it’s been a while and i apologize it’s been a rough August/end of July, but I’m back, I’m better than ever (hopefully…) work has been killer (I’m just a lil ole tech at a hospital y’all) and i had some personal life problems…so i hope you enjoy this, i was planning on finishing Summer Highs by the end of August but we shall see. Thanks to all who have continued to support me and this account i appreciate it greatly. Much much love ♥︎
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After you finish up the photoshoot, you’re whisked away to your bedroom. As you enter, the aroma of rose petals and chamomile fills the air. It’s hot and steamy and you peak into the bathroom as you walk in. You look around the room and on top of the bed sits a rose gold, silk robe and another letter. Only ce the maid closes the door you pick up the letter and read it.
My dear,
I was able to see the photos from today. You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. Absolutely stunning. You will look just as beautiful at dinner, I’m sure. Freshen up. Your bath is ready.
- C.S.
You sigh and once again remember that he can see you. You take a deep breath, the enchanting scent of the room flooding your senses. He wasn’t wrong. After sleeping on the floor all night, then modeling all day, you did feel sore in places. You take the robe and waltz into the bathroom. The porcelain tub is steaming and the water is littered with rose petals. Next to it, a small table, with a flute of champagne and three chocolates wrapped in gold foil. You test the temperature with your hand. The warmth is so inviting, you can’t resist. He’s even laid out a towel for you at the edge of the bath and had candles lit. It’s romantic in a way.
You strip off your dress, letting it fall to the ground and sink in. You submerge into the hot water and let out a soft sigh. It envelops you like a warm blanket, unwinding your knots, aches, and pains. You feel an immense wave of relaxation wash over you. You pick up the flute of champagne and sip. The bubbles dance on your lip and down your throat. It’s delicious, delicate, and lulls you further into a calm state of mind. The warmth of the tub encompasses you, melts your thoughts away. Maybe you could get used to things here for a bit.
Maybe this isn’t so bad
You think to yourself and your mind drifts off to President Snow of all people. You take another deep breath in and reflect on lunch. You’re torn. For the first time since being here, you feel like you’re noticing how handsome he is in person. You had seen him in pictures and on TV counetless times, always admiring the handsome young blonde. Before the gala, it was fair to say you were attracted to him, how could you not. He was one of the most handsome men in all of Panem and for most people completely unattainable. Yet, being his prisoner had put a slight bad taste in your mouth about him, an eerie feeling you can’t seem to shake.
The bath is helping however, and it’s hard to feel that sense of unease, when the water is so comfortable. You bite your lip, letting out a long sigh. Soon you would be with him, accompanying him at dinner. But now the thought of it doesn’t sound so bad. A nice meal, some wine, it truly sounds inviting. You take another sip of champagne and start to feel the buzz. You haven’t been this pampered in a while, despite your modeling career.
After a few more minutes soaking in the tub, you get out, take the towel, and wrap it around your body. Once you're dried off you put the robe on. When you exit your room you nearly forget he can watch you, but you seem to care as much. You had finished your champagne and was not just tipsy, but drunk off the aromas and warmth of your bath.
When you walk back into the bedroom there is a new outfit on your bed. It’s your dress. The red dress from the night of the gala. It’s an elegant red silk, with an across the shoulder cut and a slit that stops at your upper thigh. A pair of black heels lay at the foot of the bed and you recognize them as the same ones from that night as well. Along with the dress, he has given you a new accessory. A heavy, thick, silver, chain necklace. It’s intimidating, but nonetheless you take it back into the bathroom and change. You take time to also fix up your hair and makeup, despite having little tools to make your hair look nice. Once you feel you look your absolute best, you exit the bathroom and knock on the door. The maid opens it up, smiles and escorts you out of the room, along with the guards. They lead you back to the dining room this morning, where Coriolanus is looking out the window, sipping on a glass of red wine. The maid shuts the door and he turns around. He’s changed since you’ve last seen him. He now stands before you in a pair of dark, blood red slacks, and vest on top of his crisp white button up. He smiles and walks over to you, his black dress shoes creating an echo in the room.
“Hello my dear, you look incredible.”
“Thank you, President Snow.”
“Please, come sit” he gestures to the dining table.
You obey and take a seat.
“How was your bath?”
“Very nice. I haven’t felt that relaxed in a while.”
“Is that so? I would think a women in your career would have that sort of pampering in her schedule red” He remarks
“Not necessarily. That’s all things they expect me to do in my own time and that’s not always easy. Especially when the Capitol is always having a new trend to keep up with.”
“You can tell me twice, our citizens seem to change their mind about what’s popular quite often. It makes planning for the games challenging in some ways.”
“Because they want a good show?”
“Exactly, my smart girl”
Your core can’t help but burn slightly at the nickname and you bite your lower lip without meaning to. He smirks at your actions and pours you a glass of wine. You take it from him and take a sip.
“You like that don’t you. Being called my smart girl…”
“I-I don’t unwelcome it…”
“Good. I’ll keep that in mind. Tell me? Did you enjoy the photoshoot as well?”
“I did. I’ve always enjoyed modeling, despite how taxing the hours can be.”
“I’m glad. You truly did look stunning in those photos. I’ll make sure you see them tomorrow.”
You nod your head and take another sip of wine.
“You smell wonderful by the way. There’s more of that to come. Just so you know.”
“More baths?”
“More everything. Baths, clothes, pampering, and…” he holds out his hand, expecting you to take it. You do, without hesitation this time.
“Being treated like the gorgeous creature you are” he kisses your knuckles
“Can I ask you a question?”
He tilts his head and anticipates your response.
“You said you had something for me. If today went well”
“Ah! I do! I’ll show you after dinner” he kisses your knuckles again, smiling.
There is a brief moment of silence, before two avoxes come out with a charcuterie board and two plates. Coriolanus once again pays them no mind as they serve you, leaving a set of plates as well. You go to thank them, but he squeezes your hand.
“That’s not necessary, my dear” he kisses your hand one last time, before releasing it.
You nod to show you understand, then take some cheese and cured meat from the board.
“So what’s after dinner?”
“I thought a night walk would be nice. Get some fresh air then I’ll be taking you to my chambers.”
“To your bedroom?”
“Mhmm” he nods taking some cheese and crackers “and if you want, you can stay with me in my bed tonight…would you like that?”
“T-to sleep with you.”
He nods and smiles.
“Just sleep?”
“If that’s all you want…”
You nervously sip your wine, to afraid to answer. You look away for a moment then look back. He’s still anticipating your response, a curious look spread across his face.
“What do you want?”
He smiles and reaches for your hand again. You takes it and he squeezed it.
“My dear, I want whatever you want. If you want me to bed you properly, I will…”
“But my wants aside, what do you truly have in mind…”
He pauses for a moment, kisses your knuckles, before releasing your hand, taking another bite of cheese, and swallowing it with his wine. He leans back and eyes your body.
“You truly wish to know…”
You nod vigorously.
“Well a beautiful woman such as yourself deserves to be shown how beautiful you are. And not just with nice clothes and a hot bath.” He smirks
“With what then?” You ask
“Let me ask you, when’s the last time you slept with a man?”
You feel a slow heat creep up your face. How could he be so bold and brash towards you? Then again this is President Snow.
“I-well…it’s been a while.”
“Longer than a year?”
“Less than.”
“Did he make you shake, tremble? Make you forget your own name and replace it with his?”
“N-n-no, President Snow”
“Ever?”
“No. I’ve never had a man do that to me. Usually I…” you start, his inquisitive gaze stopping your thoughts.
“Go on” he encourages
“I usually don’t focus on my own pleasure and neither does the other person”
“Is that so?” He grins
You nod anxiously, tucking a hair behind your ear.
“Would you like that? If a man made sure you felt satisfied?”
You shift in your seat. The heat starts to rise from in between your legs and the handsome young face of the president is now ever more apparent. A gentle smirk lays across his face, as if he’s back to being a school boy who answered the professor’s question right over everyone else. The type of look that puts you right in your place. You bite your lip and glance down for a moment. You shift in your seat again, hiding your emotions behind your wine glass.
“Look at you. You do, don’t you? You’ve never been properly touched by a man. They take from you and never give. I don’t like to take things without giving back. Especially when it comes to my need to please a woman such as yourself.”
“I-I just always felt like that’s how it goes.” You admit
“Maybe for the boys you’ve been with. Most men want to make sure their women are good and satisfied. A man like myself, that’s what I love most. I crave it to a degree.” He explains
“So I take it you’ve satisfied many women in Panem?”
“I’ve been known to. Part of why my staff wants me to find a wife. And I’ll admit, I would like to find someone to have as my own. Have you ever been in love?”
You’re once again taken back by his boldness, sipping your wine before answering.
“Once, a few years ago…” you whisper tentatively.
“And not even he treated you how you deserve?”
“No, that’s why we broke up. Because I felt neglected and he didn’t see a problem.”
You look directly at the handsome blonde, and he peers at you, mouth slightly agape, as if he had been horribly offended. His breath hitches as he downs the last of his wine furiously. He sets the glass down and pours himself another.
“I promise, as long as you’re in my care, I won’t neglect you like that. You’ll never feel like that if you become my First Lady. Ever. Do you understand?”
“Yes, President Snow”
You and him move past the topic and into polite conversation. He asks you about how you got into modeling, what you like about it, what you hate. He seems interested in you and your life, nodding along and continuing to sip his wine. Eventually, dinner is served and it once again looks amazing. It looks like a white sauce pasta at first, but on closer examination there are elements to it you don’t immediately recognize.
“I see you’re making a face. It’s a truffle pasta. You can’t even get this in any restaurant in the capital. That’s how rare they are now. I only have chef make it for specific occasions.”
“And what’s the occasion tonight?”
“You. To our first dinner together.” He raises his glass and smiles.
You nod and tentatively smile back, raising your glass and clinking it against your own. You take a bite and immediately let out a soft moan. It’s so savory and rich. The sauce is so flavorful, and creamy. It has a garlic like taste to it, savory with a hint of umami to it.
“It’s delicious.” You utter
“Glad you think so.”
You both eat and enjoy the meal in front of you, talking little and focusing on the flavors. It truly is one of the best dishes you’ve had and you’re not sure how’ll his chef continue to outdo himself. You take your time to eat, the young president occasionally tossing you a glance and smirking to himself. He’s all too amused by your satisfaction with the meal. He loves how pleased you look and is tempted to now see you pleased in a different light. You notice his reaction, and try not to feel so small. You hate how he watches you and try to focus on your food.
Eventually, you both finish and there is an awkward moment of silence as the avoxes clear away the plates.
“Would you care to join me in the garden?
You nod and he smiles. He stands up, taking his wine glass, and you follow suit. He takes your hand and guides you out of the room. You slowly walk out to the garden, holding his hand the entire way. He continues to look back at you, giving you a devious smile each time. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over your bare legs and chest. He can’t help but imagine how the rest of your beautiful figure looks and he intends to find out soon.
As he leads you away, you look out onto the garden, which is now lit up by various lights on the pavement and in the rose bushes.
“It’s beautiful out here at night too.”
“Isn’t it?” He squeezed your hand.
He guides you down the stairs and surrounds you in the green and white lush of the rose bushes. He leads you around, walking back to where you and him hand lunch.
“I’d like to see more of the garden this evening if possible?” You request sounding innocent, but you keep your goals of escaping in the back of your mind.
“Of course. But I have something for you here.”
He guides you to the spot where you had lunch, the chairs and table gone and replaced by a single, tall standing iron table with a box on it and a small silver tray covered up next to it. You look at it curiously and he momentarily drops your hand and picks up the box.
“Turn around.” He instructs softly
You obey
“Close your eyes and push your hair back.” You nod and follow his instructions once again.
You hear the box open and then the sound of something metal clinging slightly. You have a good idea of what it is now. He approaches you with careful footsteps. Coriolanus stands confidently behind you, clutching the jewelry in his hand. Slowly, your chin is tilted up by his fingers, his hot breath fanning the shell of your ear. He unhooks the chain from around your neck and slides it into his pocket.
“You can keep that one of you want, but I have something far more beautiful.” He whispers
You shutter as he wraps a new necklace around your neck, followed by his hand under your jaw, kissing behind your earlobe.
“Turn around. Open your eyes, beautiful.”
You do as he says. You touch the new necklace and look down at it. It’s a golden rose, and it lays horizontally against your chest. You look at him doe eyed, speechless. Coriolanus grips your chin, forcing your face to look at his. He smirks. Coriolanus wants desperately to kiss you, but he knows now is not the moment. He strokes your face gently, then turns behind and uncovers the platter next to the box. Two chocolate truffles sit on the plate and he takes it, putting it in front of you.
“It’s the finest chocolate I have at the palace. Chef wants you to test out his new recipe. It’s different from the ones you had with your bath.”
He holds the chocolate to you and you part your lips and bite, as he slides the piece into your mouth. He trails his thumb across your bottom lip and to the corner of your mouth. He then licks the excess chocolate from his thumb, his tongue trailing a long, broad stripe.
“Mmm” the blonde moans “you can taste the hints of orange.” He remarks, taking the other piece.
“It is very good.”
“I should tell you this chocolate contains a few interesting ingredients.” He remarks
“Like what?”
“Nothing unusual or man made, just some natural elements. Since chocolate is already…a boost to…” he starts “certain needs…and desires” he says, popping the other truffle into his mouth.
“Will I feel…different”
“Not like a drug no, but you may feel more inclined to want to do something about how you feel.”
He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles.
“You look so pretty out in the moonlight.”
“Thank you Mr. President.”
He smiles at you and you continue to follow him through the garden. He walks you down a path leading to more greenery and bushes. Then the path opens up into a cleared out area with a grand marble fountain. On top of the fountain was a sculpture of a woman, the symbol of Panem. Water flows from the top of her head and back into the fountain
“I’ve always liked this part of the garden. The fountain. What it represents.”
You look at the fountain and walk to it. You look inside and look at images of all the symbols engraved into the base. Coal, lumber, grains, all the resources from the districts. You look at it and realize that the same water flowing out is the same as the water in the base. You slowly put the pieces together of what it means.
“The Flow of Panem. It was built for the last president. In all honesty I want to move it so it’s more front and center.”
“Explain it to me.” You ask, even though you got the idea. You know it will fuel his ego, make him trust you more so hopefully he’ll show you around and then you can really plan an escape.
He smiles and looks at it, tilting his head.
“The base flows into the statue and the statue spits the water back out on the base. The base provides for the statue and the statue gives back.”
You nod and he holds out his hand again and you take it. As he continues to guide you around, you admire how the flowers look under the glow of the lights and moonlight. He finally takes you back inside and at this point you’re holding onto this arm. He loves how you cling to him and by now you’re both feeling the effects of the chocolate. You look up at him and give a soft smile. As you step into the palace he leads you to his bedroom, and a new feeling washes over you.
His bedroom is similar to the rest of the aesthetic of the palace. There is a small area for guests to sit in front of a fireplace. Off to the side, in front of the large window looking out, sits a small desk. You glance around at the many portraits of his family and depictions of younger versions of him. Next to the desk is a spiraling staircase that must lead to his bedroom. In the sitting area, a table stands with another chilled bottle of red wine. Coriolanus invites you to join him by the fire and you do, following him. You lean against the mantel and he gets some more wine, picking up the bottle. He walks towards you, refilling your glass and you thank him. He puts the bottle on the mantle and looks at you with great interest.
“You’re welcome” he whispers, brushing your cheek with his forefinger. “Your skin is so warm here by the fire.”
“So are your fingers” you breathe
You look at him, eyes connected to his own and a small wave of lust washes over you. He trails his touch down to your jaw, holding your chin delicately. He smirks and tilts his head.
“It makes me wonder, where else are you hot?”
He sets his glass next to the bottle and places his other hand on your waist. You set your glass down as well, as his touch begins to light up your body. His thumb brushes your hip and thighs, grazing under the slit of your dress. You gasp at his actions and lightly grip his bicep. He trails his thumb across your bottom lip, then tilts your face to fully look at him. Coriolanus sighs, his blue eyes beckoning for your full attention. You can see how full of need he is. How badly he wants to kiss you, but is waiting for your permission. You flutter your lashes at him slowly, looking at his tempting lips. Your body is begging for you to give in and finally you do. You can’t help it. He’s so handsome, the light from the fire shadowing his features perfectly, causing your head to stir. You kiss him, slowly, carefully.
His breath hitches and he moves his hand to cup your face. He continues to kiss you, moving his mouth with your own slow pace. He doesn’t want to frighten you. In fact, the exact opposite. He finally has you how he wants to and now he’s desperate for more. His lips are so unexpectedly soft and tender, a complete opposite in comparison to his normal demeanor. You continue to kiss him, finding yourself wanting more. Your body continues to betray you as a slow heat creeps up your skin, starting in between your legs.
You pull back with a gasp, almost taken aback but own actions. A greedy smile curls up on his lips. He cups your face and strokes it carefully with his thumb.
“So perfect. Makes me want more of you, my angel”
He leans in to kiss your cheek, then trails it down to your jawline, and then your neck.
“Can I mark you?” He growls
You nod breathlessly and he sucks on your soft flesh. He’s starting to become more and more animalistic with his actions, finding it hard to restrain himself. He pushes your neck further against his mouth and tilts your head back. The heat in between your legs is now becoming sensitive as your core is now throbbing for him. You bet you’ll be soaked by the time he finally takes you. His lips leave another mark on the other side of your neck and he pulls back to admire his work. Satisfied, he traces the marks with his fingertips and looks into your eyes.
“Would you like to continue this in my bed?”
You nod, almost surprised at your reaction. He guides you and picks up his wine glass.
“Take your wine.” He insists
You nod and follow him up the stairs leading to his bedroom. Once up and inside, you briefly look around. It’s clear he likes to keep the aesthetic of the palace consistent and his bedroom reflects that. It’s a relatively plain room. A single king bed, with white sheets, lays against the right side of the room. It has a delicate, hand carved wooden canopy that sits above it, making the bed look cozy and inviting.
He turns to look at you and sips his wine. He once again touches your neck and smirks.
“Finish your glass. It will help the chocolate work better.”
“Why is that?” You ask
“Wine can have a similar effect as those chocolates. They can both help you feel…like you want to give into your needs.”
You take a sip as instructed and look at him straight in his eyes as you do.
“So that’s what the chocolates were then. A boost for…”
“One’s natural desires, yes.” He sips his wine finishing it.
You finish yours as well and he guides you to his bed. You sit and he takes your glass, along with his own, from you, putting them on his nightstand. He returns back to you, sitting next to you. He cups your face again, letting his other hand part your legs slightly.
“I have a feeling you didn’t even need the chocolate though. Hmm?”
“I-I won’t lie, before I came here, I did always admire you.” You admit, despite your need to escape, you once again feel torn, especially now that he’s about to take you fully.
“Yes, tell me more”
“I mean, when I would see you on TV or in the papers, I had thoughts.”
“Mhmm, where I’m doing what I’m doing to you.”
His hands trail more slowly, continuing to part your legs, fingers dancing on your bare thigh.
“Yes, Mr. President”
“Mmm” he hums “have I ever told you how pretty you sound talking to me like that. I love how right it sounds.”
“It’s your title is it not?”
“It is. But you are careful and respectful about using it. You have no idea how different you are. How special. How much it means to hear you say my name like that.”
You watch him as he now gropes your thigh. He turns your chin and kisses you again. He sighs against you, slowly lowering you onto his bed. He doesn’t crawl on top of you however, yet he simply lays by your side, strokes your hair and continues to kiss you. He revels in having you on his bed like this, a sight he’s waited for ever since he first took you to his home. Time and patience had proved him right once again. You spread your legs some more and he moans against your mouth. He pulls back, resting his lips against yours
“Getting needy?”
You nod, and he bites and pulls at your bottom lip causing you to moan.
“Do you like getting eaten out?”
You nod vigorously and he slides his hand under your dress through the slit, grabbing your panties and sliding them down. He chuckles as he goes back to feel your wetness.
“You’re dripping.” He rubs your core slowly, gently “I need to taste you.”
“Please…” you beg
He lets out a low, sinister chuckle as he starts to kiss down your body. Your dress is still on, yet you can still feel the pressure of his lips through the fabric. He finally reaches your thigh, inching down to nestle himself in between them. He drags your dress up past your hips and admires your exposed slit. He looks at you as he rubs it again. You can’t help but moan and clutch the bed sheets. He watches you beginning to writhe under his touch and he truly loves the sight before him. Then he dives in, his tongue giving your core a curious kiss, then a long, broad lick. You shutter and buck your hips. He holds them down, going back in with more conviction. His mouth is so soft and wet against you and you can tell he’s quite experienced in this area. You're not sure how many girls he’s taken home or went to bed with, but he sure knows how to make you feel like the most special woman in the world. Like a man starved, he eats you like it’s his last meal. His mouth envelops your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit with great attention. You can tell he loves it too. Loves to taste women like this. Get all up in it and devour them. Especially you and your perfect pussy. And you taste so divine.
As he continues to lap at you, you continue to struggle against his touch, hips wanting to still buck and legs beginning to shake. You moan over and over and over again. You can’t help but also moan out his name, telling him how good it feels. His hands hook under your thighs as he pushes his face in further to your folds. You’re so sensitive, so needy, dripping and throbbing from your heat. He pokes his tongue through your slit and fucks you with his mouth. Despite his best efforts, your hips buck up over and over again. You squirm at his touch, you’ve never had a man do that to you before. The sensation is incredible and you feel completely lost under the spell of his mouth.
Coriolanus is reveling in your lust. Your whimpers and moans are so sweet rolling past your lips. He wants you to be loud. He wants you to enjoy yourself. He wants to know how much you want him. Let the whole palace hear it too.
“That's it beautiful, let it all out. Let me hear those pretty little noises”
He goes back to your core practically drowning in your wetness and he gives you a few last swipes with his tongue. He kisses your slit then pulls back. He gets greedy, letting his fingers pick up the work from his tongue. He’s so passive, almost experimental, as he plays with your clit. Then, he slides a finger in and then another. You moan and watch him. He sits up on his knees, placing his hands on your pelvis. He curls them up and pushes them in and out of your core. He finds a good rhythm and speeds up. You gasp in pleasure, his fingers working you up so much you feel like you might explode. He speeds up again, changing his hand from a curling motion to a rapid up and down pace. You clench his forearm and flop your head back onto the mattress. He can tell you’re close, your slick, gummy walls wrapping around his fingers like a vice. He watches you, your expression, your pretty face scrunching up. He pulls back just as you know you’re going to finish, he pulls his hand away. You whine at the loss, but your attention is won over by his actions. Coriolanus smirks as he undoes his belt.
“Take that dress off sweet thing.”
You nod and shimmy out of it. He pulls it down and off your body. He gasps at your naked figure, taking in the sight laid across his bed. He sighs, palming himself through his pants as he simultaneously palms your breast with one hand. He pulls his pants down, leaving his boxers on. He rubs himself slowly, gawking at you and admiring how gorgeous you are.
“Look at you, so beautiful like this.”
He leans down and kisses your jawline sloppily. He rocks his hips against your pelvis.
“I really, really want you…” he growls
“Then take me” you moan back, your whiny voice sounding oh so desperate.
He smirks to himself, pulling his boxers down. His cock springs out, hard and ready. He strokes it in his hand, watching you and occasionally glancing down at it.
“Touch yourself.” He commands
You nod, biting your lip and gently rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in between your legs. You rub slowly and watch him as he pumps his length. A satisfied smile sets in on his lips and he moves his hips closer. He leans down, kisses you and then, slowly pushes in. You moan against his mouth, pull away, and gasp as he bottoms out. He feels so big and full inside you. He slowly moves, grunts falling from his lips as he picks up the pace. Your hand falls away and finds his biceps. His hot breath fans your face as he rocks into you and he eventually captures your lips with his own. Cupping your face and keeping his movements consistent, you feel a slow wave of pleasure beginning to build. He pushes your leg up towards your chest, giving him better access to you. You look down at where he’s entered you and whimper. Watching his cock move in you like this has you drowning in ecstasy. He notices how mesmerized you are and wraps his hand around your neck.
“You’re hypnotized by it aren’t you? Tell me do you want more?”
You nod fervently and he chokes you tighter.
“Let me hear you. Tell me.”
“I need more. Please sir.” You croak
“Good girl.”
He speeds up, his hips getting faster and faster. Coriolanus slams into you, your body moving in sync with his rough rhythm. Your whimpers fill the room and the young president revels in your satisfaction, committing your sweet sounds and noises to memory. He continues to have a tight grip on your throat, almost cutting off your air, but you can still breathe. He stares into your eyes, his lust flooding your soul. He kisses you harshly, lips wasting no time to taste you. He prods his tongue in, swirling it with your own. You can’t help but moan, his hand moving to clench your jaw. He pulls back to look at you again. He looks down in between your legs, then back at you. He snakes his hand down to swirl your clit. He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your hips to buck.
“That’s it. Show me how much you enjoy this. Just let go baby. Allow yourself to enjoy this pleasure I’m giving you.”
“Yes sir, thank you Mr. President”
“You’re so welcome my dear.” He kisses you again “My good” he groans “obedient…” he thrusts into you “girl.”
He ruts into you, lips still sealed on your own. Your own hands have settled on his back, holding onto him like a bear gripping a tree. The more he moves, you can feel you’re about to explode. Coriolanus picks up on it too, and gives you several purposeful thrusts to trigger your high. And he does. You clench around his cock, letting out a desperate cry of relief. Your legs shake and quiver, and you a series of cuss words flow from your mouth.
“That’s it.. Let it out. Dirty girl, it feels so good doesn’t it.”
He can feel himself getting close too, riding off the wave of your own climax.
“I’m going to cum too baby.” He warns “It’s ok, don't worry about taking it..”
You whine in protest at first, but then you feel it. His white, hot, cum shooting into you, hitting your cervix. Coriolanus slowly rests his hips, letting all of himself spill into you. He feels so satisfied, loving how fucked out you look as he pulls out. He watches the cum roll past your folds, down your ass and leg. He licks the pad of his thumb and trails it up your legs. He shoves it back at you then holds his thumb to your lips. You part them and he nods. You suck on his thumb and he moans, appreciating the sight in front of him.
“You’re so perfect. So gorgeous. You’ll stay with me tonight .”
You nod. It wasn’t an ask, but rather a command. You lick your bottom lip and then bite it.
“I’ll get you a towel and your nightwear. I’ll be back soon, don’t worry I’ll come hold you so you can fall asleep.” He whispers, kissing your cheek.
He crawls off the bed and heads to his bathroom to get you a towel. You lay back, wanting to cover yourself since you’re suddenly more cold. You spot a throw blanket at the edge of the bed and reach for it. You wrap up in it and wait for him to return. You rest your eyes and fold your hands under your head for support. You feel calm, relaxed, and truly satisfied as well. It’s like he’s put a spell on you, not drugging you per se, but you can feel that after tonight, your feelings about this situation have shifted.
When he returns, he cleans you up, then helps change you into a pink, satin sleepwear set, with a lacy top and bottoms to match.
“So sexy. Here.” he holds them out to you and you also see he’s holding a small silver tray with a pill on it.
“This will keep you from getting pregnant. I’ll get you a water”
He walks off, taking your empty wine glass with him. He comes back shortly, the glass now filled with water. He hands it to you, watching you closely as you swallow the contraceptive. You hand him the glass and he sets it down. You just now notice he’s shirtless and in just a pair of boxers as he crawls into bed. You move under the sheets as he lays the comforter over your body.
“Are you comfortable, too warm, too cold?” He asks
“I’m comfortable…” you murmur, slowly lulling into sleep.
Coriolanus settles in next to you, his hips slightly grinding into your ass as he pulls you closer to him, flush against his chest. He places small delicate kisses behind your ear and sighs into you.
“You realize how perfect you are. How perfect tonight has been?”
“Thank you Mr. President. It has been fantastic.” You agree
He turns your chin, kissing you firmly on the mouth.
“You can call me Coriolanus right now. Say it. Tell me what I want to hear.”
Warnings: Reader faints, fainting, swearing, bad language, blood?, reader gets injured!!! (Please tell me if I missed any?!!!)
“Where’s y/n?” Lando read out from the chat with a smile “she’s currently sat over there-“ lando said as he looked over to you with a smile, “she’s sat in the corner of the room on her phone- baby C’mere” lando said as he held his hand out gesturing for you to come sit on his lap.
You smiled as you walked over to them both “hi everyone…” you smiled as you sat on landos lap, you felt a wave of dizziness hit you but you shook it off.
You stayed there for awhile until lando got thirsty “hang on max, I’m gonna go grab my water bottle” lando said as you got up from his lap so he could go grab it.
You felt the same dizziness when you got up too fast, “y/n? You okay?” Max asked when he saw you looked pale and you nodded “I’m fine..I’m just gonna grab my phone” you said and max nodded as he read the chat.
As you took another two steps you felt the dizziness but ten times worse, your vision went black and you felt yourself collapse to the ground, hitting your head as you did.
“Is y/n okay?” Max read out confused “yes guys she’s fine she just went to grab her phone..” max said with furrowed brows, max has his headphones on so he didn’t hear or see you faint behind him.
User1: OMFG IS SHE OKAY?!
User2: DID SHE FAINT?!
User3: MAX TAKE YOUR FUCKING HEADPHONES OFF
Used4: BEHIND U DUDE- SHES LITERALLY PASSED OUTTT
User5: OMG SHE BETTER BE OKAY!
User6: UHM- WHY DO I SEE BLOOD ON THE FLOORRR?!
Max looked behind him, thinking the chat was messing with him but when he looked behind him and saw you on the floor he quickly threw his headphones off and sprinted out is his chair.
“Y/n?! Fuck- y/n? Are you okay?” He asked but you was completely unconscious, and that’s when he saw the cut on your head and the blood.
“Fuck- LANDO! LANDO!” Max yelled out as he held your head gently, “LANDO!” Max yelled again.
“what did you rage quit again?” Lando laughed as he walked in but his smirk left when he saw max holding you passed out and a massive gush on your head “what happened?!” Lando asked worried
“I- I don’t know I had my headphones on-“ max said as lando carried you onto max’s bed.
“It’s alright- she just fainted…she’s got pots remember?” Lando reminded him and max sighed in relief with a hand on his chest “you could’ve fucking reminded me!”
“I just did!” Lando argued as he checked your cut.
“Is her head okay? I think she hit it on my chair” max said and lando nodded “yeah…she might need a plaster but she’s fine” lando said as he sat next to you waiting for you to wake up.
“Fuckin hell I just had a panic attack” max said as he took a couple deep breaths. “Chat are going crazy” max said as he sat back down on his chair.
“Y/n’s fine you guys- she’s alright” max said “lando is sitting on my bed with her” max explained.
You stirred and felt a pain in your head, “ah- what happened? I feel dizzy” you said as you sat up but lando pushed you down gently “don’t get up too fast baby.”
“What happened?” You asked confused “you fainted and you cut your head but i put a plaster on it..it’s not that bad” lando said checking your cut again and you smiled “thank you..”
“Did you not feel dizzy before?” Lando asked and you nodded “why didn’t you tell me?” Lando huffed as he held your hand, “I didn’t think I’d actually faint- I’m sorry” you said as you wrapped yourself around him burying your face into his neck.
“It’s fine..wanna sit with me? The chat are all very worried about you” lando laughed making you grin “yes please” you smiled as lando carried you with him into his chair, “you wanna play?” He asked as he handed you his controller “thank you baby”
“Don’t let her play! She’s gonna beat me now…” max huffed
Max and lando are both very competitive and stubborn but they both knew for a fact you was better then them and would beat them in games you haven’t even played before.
“You have to be me though” lando grinned as he edited your character for you, “I’m not even allowed to be me in the game?” You asked with a shake of your head as lando giggled.
-
“See?! How does she do the quick turns so fast?! This is bullshit.” Max raged as he threw his head back onto his chair making you bite back your grin.
“Chat said your acting like a baby” lando laughed and max glared at him, “you go against her then” max huffed as he handed him his controller
“Baby Drink..” Lando reminded you as he passed you his water bottle, you took a couple sips as you read the chat.
User1: omg lando is the best bf ever-
User2: couple goals.
User3: is she okay y’all? Why’s she got a plaster on her head?
You smiled at the chat “I’m okay you guys, I cut my head when I fell but I’m alright…I can’t believe I fainted like ten minutes ago and I’m beating them both” you giggled as you rubbed your eye as a wave of dizziness hit you again, “lan?” You said and lando looked down from the screen towards you “mhm? You okay?” He asked as he stroked your thigh “no I feel dizzy again..” you said as you put the controller down “wanna take a break baby? Maybe you shouldn’t look at the screen…c’mon” lando said as he gestured for you to get up, he held you so you got up slowly but that wasn’t enough…you fainted again.
Your eyes rolled back as you collapsed in landos arms “shit-“ lando said as he laid you back down on top of him, “Sorry max- I think I’m gonna carry y/n to bed..You can carry on the stream though?” Lando said as he lifted you up into his arms.
“Nah it’s alright mate. I’m knackered anyway..Sorry guys! We’re gonna end it here- y/n’s okay though” max said to the camera before switching it off.
“Want me to help?” Max asked and lando shook his head “nah it’s alright…Night!” Lando said as he left with you “night” max grinned as he watched lando try to shut the door but failed repeatedly until he just kicked it and left “stupid door.”
“That is my door y’know?” Max shook his head and lando smirked “yes I do know that.”
-
Lando gently laid you onto your bed and quickly grabbed your water bottle adding cold water with ice. “Lan?….did I faint again” you said and lando nodded as he handed you your bottle.
“Sorry..” you sighed and lando scrunched his face “do not say sorry. It’s not like you do it on purpose”
“I love you- Cuddle?” You asked with a smile and he grinned as he jumped on the bed and wrapped himself around you “duh”
“Is max okay? Is he trying to shut his door or something?” You asked confused when you heard a door shutting and closing making lando grin.
“He’s fine…let’s just sleep” lando smiled as he rested his face into your neck.
“LANDO! You broke my door! The handle doesn’t work!” Max yelled and you looked down to lando who was biting back his laugh.
“I was only unconscious for a couple minutes!” You shook your head and he couldn’t hold back his laugh.
“ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!” Max yelled and you both covered your mouths as you nearly cried from laughter.
Can I request something where Reader is with Lando and she actually more famo then him and he feels like she could do better then him. But reader reassures him that he is the best boyfriend she has ever had.
he's just ken (ln4)
✦ pairing - lando norris x female!reader
✦ genre - a little angst, tears, A LOT OF fluff
The soft glow of the city lights filled the room, casting a gentle glow over the sleek furniture and large windows overlooking Monaco’s glittering skyline. Lando Norris sat on the edge of the bed, his hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. His girlfriend, Y/N, was getting ready in the adjoining bathroom, her melodic hums filling the space.
Y/N was more than just Lando’s girlfriend. She was a globally renowned actress, her face gracing billboards and magazines across the world. Her fame was astronomical, dwarfing even the recognition Lando received as a Formula 1 driver. And lately, this disparity had started to gnaw at him.
Lando sat in his hotel room, scrolling through his phone. He was used to seeing news articles and interviews featuring Y/N; she was one of the most famous actresses in the world. But today, as he absentmindedly browsed through his social media feed, a headline caught his attention: "Y/N Asked About Her Relationship with Lando Norris."
Curiosity piqued, he clicked on the video. It was an interview she had done recently, her radiant smile lighting up the screen. He watched as the interviewer, a man with a smug expression, leaned forward.
"So, Y/N," the interviewer began, his tone dripping with condescension, "you’re one of the biggest stars on the planet. You’ve got legions of fans, countless awards, and a career most people can only dream of. Why are you dating Lando Norris? I mean, he's just a race car driver. Don’t you think you could do better?"
Lando's heart sank. The interviewer’s words echoed in his mind, each one a stab at his already fragile confidence. He couldn’t bear to hear her response, too afraid that she might hesitate or, worse, agree. His thumb hovered over the screen, and with a heavy heart, he closed the video, the reporter’s sneer still haunting him.
He tossed his phone onto the bed, running a hand through his hair. The doubt that had been festering in the back of his mind surged forward. He loved Y/N more than anything, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t good enough for her. She was a superstar, adored by millions, and he was just Lando—a guy who drove fast cars and occasionally made it to the podium.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, the reporter's words playing on a loop in his mind. By the time Y/N returned to the hotel room, Lando was sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in his thoughts.
“Hey, babe!” Y/N called out as she walked in, her face lighting up when she saw him. “I’ve missed you.”
Lando tried to muster a smile, but it felt forced. “Hey.”
Y/N’s smile faded as she sensed his mood. She crossed the room and sat beside him. “What’s wrong?”
He hesitated, not wanting to burden her with his insecurities. “Nothing, just a rough day.”
She frowned, concern etching her features. “Talk to me, Lando. What’s really going on?”
Lando took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. “Nothing baby, I love you."
She could sense the tension in his posture, the way his shoulders were hunched slightly forward. "Baby tell me the truth." she asked softly, crossing the room to sit beside him.
Lando glanced at her, a forced smile tugging at his lips. “Nothing, just thinking.”
Y/N took his hand, her thumb gently rubbing circles on his skin. “Thinking about what?”
He hesitated, his eyes dropping to their intertwined hands. “About us,” he finally admitted. “About you and me.”
Her brow furrowed in concern. “What about us?”
Lando took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes I wonder if you could do better than me.”
Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? Why would you think that?”
Lando looked away, the weight of his insecurities pressing down on him. “You’re… you’re Y/N. Everyone knows you. You’re this incredible actress, and I’m just a guy who drives cars really fast. People adore you. They look up to you. And I feel like… like I’m not enough for you.”
Y/N’s heart ached at his words. She gently cupped his face, turning him to look at her. “Lando, listen to me. You are more than enough. You’re kind, funny, and so incredibly talented. Do you know how proud I am to be with you? How much I love you?”
He swallowed hard, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “But people—”
“I don’t care what people think,” she interrupted, her voice firm but filled with love. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Fame, awards, none of that matters without you. You make me happy. You make me feel loved and cherished. I don’t need anyone else because I have you.”
Lando’s expression softened, the vulnerability in his eyes breaking her heart. “But what if—”
“No what-ifs,” she said, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You are my person, Lando. My heart chose you, not anyone else. And I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything in the world.”
He took a shaky breath, her words slowly melting away his insecurities. “You really mean that?”
“With all my heart,” she whispered, her forehead resting against his. “I love you, Lando Norris. And nothing, no amount of fame or success, will ever change that.”
Lando’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as he buried his face in her hair. “I love you too,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for always being there, for believing in me.”
Y/N smiled, her hand gently stroking his back. “Always, Lando. I’m here for you, always.”
As they sat there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, Lando felt a sense of peace wash over him. In that moment, he realized that Y/N’s love was more valuable than any trophy or accolade. She was his anchor, his home. And with her by his side, he knew he could face anything the world threw at them.
Can I get a sourdough bread and martini with Lando Norris 😻💞
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want to suggest your own order? the bakery is open!! please feel free to check out the options! i do more than just formula one so hit me with it! thank you for this request, this was right after another lando mafia au, haha. i'm glad that people can see the vision of mafia!lando, but this is with a nice little breeding kink! thank you! thank you!
sourdough bread ("i'm going to breed you.") + martini (mafia au) served by lando norris (formula one)!!
you could see your husband's gaze from across the table. it was saturday night and while most were out partying. the two of you were at home, enjoying each other's company.
lando was going to be out of the country for a week and you were to stay at home. he hated leaving you, but sadly you were just too precious to be around such a dangerous situation.
"they'd scoop you right up and if they hurt you, love. there is no hell or heaven that could stop me from getting you back." he said earlier in the meal.
lando norris was the darling son of the mclaren family, while there was still much to learn before he could be the head of the family, he knew whatever may come could be dealt with as long as you were by his side. his darling wife.
he could never get enough of you. loving you was a devouring feeling, something he needed to sink his teeth into. and lately he had a new itch to scratch.
a few weeks back, while at a small get together of the family. lando saw just how good you were with kids. you had a baby cousin on your hip as you got something to eat. it all came naturally and lando almost had to bite his fist.
"do you want this?" you asked the small child at your hip, "let's ask your mama to see if you can have m&m's." you giggled within lando's earshot.
lando sighed through his teeth, this new monster in him was starting to show its ugly head. he earned a pat on the back from oscar who didn't know exactly what lando's deal was. but could only be a supportive 'brother'.
"you gonna be alright?"
"oh yeah." lando said as he shifted in his seat, "perfectly fine." he wasn't making eye contact with oscar, rather watching you talk to the mother of the child you were holding. you were smiling with the child at your hip.
now over dinner, lando was still thinking about it. he got a good eye of your cleavage across the dinner table in the blouse you were wearing that was just a little open to give him a good view.
he swallowed, "you look beautiful." he said, "what's the occasion?"
you looked down at your plate for a moment, "well. we've been married for two years. and well, i've been thinking."
lando stilled for a moment, "it's not a divorce right?" he knew that the risk of the lifestyle he lived could push you away.
you chuckled, "no, no. i made a promise to love you till i die. you're not getting rid of me that easily." you put your fork down, "i want to have a baby with you... i guess in a hotter way of saying it. i want you to breed me, lando norris."
he almost choked on his food, those blue eyes went wide as he swallowed what was in his mouth, "i mean... hell yeah, i will." he flashed you a smile.
you giggled at the sight of him, his reaction made something curl in your gut. despite it all, all the tattoos and scars. the fancy suits and quick thinking, he was still the lovable man you married. you said, "then i guess we'll skip dessert tonight."
being in love with the future of the mclaren family was interesting. you had heard stories about him and his 'brother' oscar, raised together to be the best of the best. the family was better to be headed by two rather than one.
but lando was your precious husband, even without the parade of mafia ties. you remembered when he gave you his umbrella on your first date and let himself get soaked. or when he figured out to make that specific pasta he threw together one night for you. he smelt warm and of home and you never met a man like him.
that was why it was so easy to strip for him in the low light of your shared bedroom. he was seated at the edge of the bed in his briefs as he watched you get out of your clothes. slowly the buttons of the blouse were undone, his eyes grazed the beautiful sight of you.
lando didn't believe in a heaven, but if he did it would be located between your breasts.
you eventually got out of your panties and finally your bra before you got into your husband's lap. your took his face in your hands and kissed at the side of his jaw.
he groaned under your touch, your soft hands on his skin were like worship as you kissed him. he felt so comfortable in your touch, he yearned for it when you were apart.
he loved you.
you straddled his waist and he wrapped his arms around your waist. the tattooed skin was a contrast against your bare skin. the most noticeable tattoo were your initials on the side of thumb on his left hand. when he was stressed he'd rub over the ink and be comforted by thoughts of you.
he kissed you on the lips and the kiss quickly deepened before he laid back on the bed, taking you with him. he continued to kiss you as he rolled you onto your back.
he wanted to look at you while he fucked you. his kisses and fingers trailed down your chest. he cupped your breasts and licked across your nipples. you moaned and felt the heat throb through your body. you looked at your husband and moaned a little bit.
he left a few small red marks across your chest before he got his briefs off. he said softly, "i'm going to breed you. just as you asked. give you that little norris baby you want." he groaned a little as he lined his cock up with your slit. he kissed his tip against your pussy lips.
"you make it sound hotter than i tried to." you chuckled softly and let out a sweet moan as he slowly sank his cock into you. he shuddered at the feeling and you got your arms around his strong neck.
"well, i can't deny my wife anything. if she wants a baby then she'll get it." lando groaned as he really pushed into you. his thrusts were firm, but not rough. he was trying to fuck the daylights out of you.
he wanted to admire his beautiful wife, he held you by the waist and kissed at your chest. his heart thumped in his ears as he moved against you. he started to kiss at your chest once more, he couldn't wait to see your pretty tits get bigger with pregnancy.
"you're gonna give me a pretty kid." he chuckled as he softly bit on your nipple, the feeling made you moan loudly. he groaned, "gonna be a proud mama of my brats." he pushed further into you. he crowded your space as he played with your nipple against his tongue.
you felt the throb of heat in your core. the idea of having a child with lando was erotic. it scratched an itch in the back of your brain. your big stronger protective hubby and you having a kid together.
you didn't want to admit but that idea of your heavily tattooed husband holding your chubby little baby so gently in his arms. it was so adorable that it made you feel heat all over.
"get me pregnant, lando. please, i want to have your baby."
"yeah, you want me to breed you. what a naughty thing to say." he chuckled as he moved against you, "make sure every last drop stays in your pretty pussy. that's where it's meant to be, right? inside of my pretty wife." he groaned.
"yes.' you panted, "fuck, i want you, my love."
"don't worry, ya got me forever, love. i'm not going anywhere. especially now that you want to have a family with me. gotta be there for me girl, and my kid." he chuckled as he moved against you.
the two of you kissed once more. you held onto his shoulders as his lips pressed yours. he still tasted like wine and the pasta you had for dinner. you moaned into his kiss as you felt his grasp on your hips.
"lucky to have you." he said softly, "lucky for all of my life."
he had everything when he was with you. you were everything and more to him. the wife he came home to, the lover he pleased and the girl he continued to fall in love with.
he was such a dangerous man, but with you. he was just so perfect. he loved you with such a devotion that he knew no other woman could take his heart.
he may be the head of a mafia family, but the little norris trio you'd eventually have would be headed by you. his equal, his lover. those who thought the term 'wife' meant less than could kiss the bottom of lando's steel-toed boots.
"i love you, lando. i'm lucky to have you as my husband." you panted.
"not as much as i am lucky to have you as my wife. i never knew that it was possible for a woman to be so beautiful but also make me laugh so much. you're everything i wanted." he purred as he continued to move. his lips on yours once more.
the kiss was sloppy and hot, you felt the thrill of excitement race through you as he moved against you.
you knew you were close, the feel of orgasm felt so strong in your body. you panted when you broke the kiss, but he pulled you in for another. you could feel his warmth around you.
"my girl."
"my lando." you purred. the pleasure was too much, it drove you to finishing.
you clutched onto him and clenched your legs around him. you gave him a wet kiss on his cheek. you climaxed with a loud moan, you tensed up for a moment before you relaxed.
it only spurred him to fuck you even faster. he felt a thrill in his body as he pushed in and out of you. his brain short wired when he gave a few more thrusts before he finished inside of you. he didn't pray often, but he prayed to whoever out there that you'd get pregnant.
if not, you two had a lot of time to have all the fun you needed in making a baby.
"i love you." he said as he laid on top of your for a moment, the weight of him felt good. it was a comforting bulk. you kissed his face softly as he panted on top of you. his cock was softening inside of you, but he wanted more.
"i love you too." your words only made him want you more.
he wanted to feel his wife all over again. make sure that his cum stuck to the inside of you. he wanted to make sure you had his babies asap. he get a small thrust and you once against wrapped your legs around him.
"someone likes that.' he said as he pulled away, he braced his arms on either side of you. he chuckled, "how about i clear my schedule for tomorrow, so we can have all of tonight to ourselves."
you were inclined to accept his offer.
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you crossed your arms as you rested against the kitchen counter. your husband was making direct eye contact with your belly. you knew that he knew what he did was wrong.
"love, i'm sorry. i couldn't help myself. i know, i'm a horrible husband." he sighed as he dropped his head, "i'm so, so sorry."
you sighed, "lando. we made an agreement. you weren't supposed to do that. c'mon.
beside you on the counter was a small stack of pancakes. you had a craving for banana and chocolate chip pancakes. you had set some aside for lando, but your pesky husband thought that he could try and sneak another off of your plate.
lando was almost to his knees as he approached you and wrapped his arms around you, "i'm sorry my beautiful darling wife."he pouted at you, "no one makes them like you, i couldn't help myself."
you pushed his face away and sighed dramatically. you weren't even that upset, especially when your mafia husband gave you puppy dog eyes. you said with added drama, "your son is going to end up loving me more if you keep this up."
he whined, "no!!!" and pulled you into a tight hug once more. he peppered your face with kisses, "i'll make it up to you, i promise."
you took him by the face and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, "well, if you go to the store now. you should have enough time to get everything for another batch." you winked at him.
before you had another second to think about it, lando was out the door with his keys in hand. anything for his wife, anything. <3
summary: everybody knows about his relationship with a motogp rider, but there's another side that they didn't know about this.
req: Could you do a smau about lando dating a MotoGP world champion? And the media expects him to be bitter because she’s younger than him and a world champion when he hasn’t won a race, but in reality he’s just immensely proud
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