here for a quick sec because it's my birthday and i figured i should update my age lol but i came back to so many notifs of people reblogging some of my old ass posts so that's always fun to read through the tags!!
okay okay I’m still gonna write a full on fic but I wanted to do the showering together rn because I have no shame, but but I hope you enjoy this lil fluffy thing
lando norris x fem!reader sickfic (2.6k words)
You were never sick, and that’s why Lando was getting worried. The both of you had always laughed at the thought of being ill, boasting a little too much about your amazing immune systems and now it’s come to bite you in the ass.
It had started as - what you thought was - a hangover, having a little too much to drink at the bar where Max had practically forced you to come two days ago. Lando hadn’t really been feeling it, still a little sore from the race a few days prior and in need of a night in where he could just relax. But you’d both gone eventually, had a good time and then you’d woken up violently ill the next morning.
Lando had set aside his aversion to vomit, quietly gagging as he tried to nurse you back to health. But it had become clear that it wasn’t just the aftermath of the night before coming to haunt you. Your nose had turned stuffy, voice hoarse and your fevers were running high. Dangerously so. Lando had never seen you so drained of energy before and it was starting to scare him.
He’d ignored your protests of staying away, not wanting him to catch whatever the fuck was making you feel like death was knocking on your front door but Lando was nothing but stubborn, glaring angrily at you when you tried to wave him off.
Max had dropped in to dump a plastic bag of medicine and everything a pharmacy held before fleeing, saying that whatever you had, he didn’t want it. You just wished Lando had the same attitude.
You didn’t want to admit it out loud though, that a part of you was glad that you had your best friend by your side to look after your basic needs when you couldn't. He always ran cold and it was a great advantage as he sat by your side as you went in and out of consciousness, placing his chilly hand on your forehead and cheek to hopefully stave off the fever.
By day two, he’d had enough. His stomach was twisting in worry, and he’d rang his mum three times - looking for advice or anything to help with her in a different country. You’d been a little delirious, skin slick with sweat as you laid on the bed; barely conscious and drifting between that place where you're not quite lucid, but you're also not completely knocked out. Lando would’ve thought that you were sleeping if it weren’t for the mouth breathing and little whimpers you occasionally let out when the pain in your head spiked out of nowhere.
It was three in the morning when you sniffled, waking up from your doze and blinking at him. You looked so miserable that he couldn’t help but feel sorry for you, brushing a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead and ignoring the fact that your hair was absolutely soaking. Anxiety was already gripping his heart in a fist and he couldn't handle feeding into it anymore, in fear of it bursting at the seams.
“Do you need anything?” He asked, voice quiet as to not worsen your headache but you still groaned like he’d put a megaphone to your ear and screamed into it.
You made a pathetic attempt at shaking your head, and the little gesture made him smile in endearment when you nuzzled the side of your face against the pillow; squishing your nose and mouth into the damp fabric.
“No.” You murmured. “‘s so hot.”
He glanced at the one too many covers and blankets on you, thinking that maybe he’d gone overboard with his mum’s advice to ‘let you sweat your fever out’.
“I know, bug.” He frowned a little. “You’ll be okay soon.”
“I feel like I’ve taken a nap in the devil’s arse.” You complained and Lando laughed, a bit relieved that your humour was still there.
He thought back on his mum’s advice that he’d immediately brushed off with heated cheeks as soon as the words left her mouth. Let her have a shower, it’ll do wonders for her, poor girl.
How was Lando supposed to get you in the shower when you hadn’t even left the bed for days? He glanced down at you and sucked his teeth, hands going to push the covers from your body before he could second guess himself. You made a sound of confusion when he grabbed at your hands, helping you sit up.
“What are you doin’?” Your speech was a little slurred, exhaustion clinging to your very soul and Lando ignored the pang in his chest at your rare vulnerability.
He’d ever only seen you like this when you were pissed out of your mind drunk, or when you were really sad. Or sick.
“We’re taking a shower.” He said, helping you stand up and you went easily, leaning heavily on him because the room was fucking spinning and he’d just said we.
The slow realisation made you yelp as he walked the both of you to the bathroom, and you gripped his hoodie in your hands in a lousy effort to stop him from walking any further.
“We? You’re not seeing me naked.” You said, feeling a little panicked at that thought.
Lando gave you a look you couldn’t decipher, pushing the door open with his foot and guiding you inside. He flipped down the toilet seat lid and gently sat you down and any other day you would've laughed at how much he acted like his mother when she fussed over her son or even you.
“Then we’re showering in our clothes.” He said, like it was that simple but it really wasn't that simple.
“We’re not.” You frowned but immediately stopped because fuck, that hurt your head. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll shower tomorrow when I've got my strength up.”
“You said that yesterday. You’re literally laying in your pool of sweat.” He pointed in the direction of your bedroom as if to get his point across and your mouth pursed in displeasure.
“You said you wouldn’t mention that.”
Lando’s eyebrows climbed to his forehead in exasperation and you flushed hotly. It was embarrassing and he’d promised not to make fun of you. Not that he was making fun of you, but still.
“You’re being an idiot.” He said, watching you pout a little at that and immediately feeling bad. He backtracked. “I mean… I don’t want you feeling faint and falling when I’m not here. I promise I won’t be a creep and look.”
You narrowed your eyes in disbelief and Lando placed both of his hands on his hips as he exhaled, the tips of his ear turning a nice shade of pink.
“Fine. I won’t look too much.” He swept a hand in the air. “Can we please get you in the shower? You’re starting to stink.”
“Now you know how I feel every day around you.” You muttered, ignoring Lando as he repeated your words in a mocking tone. “Okay, can you at least just… Look away?”
He regarded you with a contemplative look before nodding slowly, turning around and you stared at his back for a few seconds before starting to undress. Lando was patient, keeping his eyes firmly on the sink as he heard the shuffle of clothes and your noises behind him. You made a small sound that let him know that you were done and he stretched a hand out without turning or looking, offering his support as you stepped into the shower with weak legs.
You didn’t want to admit that he was right. You were in no shape or form to wash yourself without risking blacking out, but Lando thankfully didn’t say a thing as he let you draw the shower drapes to cover you.
You stood quietly, shivering and a little nervous as you heard him undress, nausea roiling your stomach and tying it into knots and you couldn’t figure out if it was because you were nervous or simply sick. It must’ve been a combination of two, you decided, thoughts spiralling until Lando’s voice echoed in the bathroom.
“You okay?” He asked and you nodded before you realised that he couldn’t see you.
“Yeah.” You flattened your palm against the tiled wall when you started feeling a little dizzy, squeezing your eyes shut. “Can you hurry? I’m feeling sick.”
The weakness in your voice must’ve triggered your best friend into action because he pulled the drapes aside and stepped in, grabbing your hand like it was a normal and every day occurrence to be standing in the shower. Naked.
You opened your eyes to find him looking intensely at your face, eyebrows pulled together worriedly and you gave him a shaky smile.
“Do you wanna lean on me?” He asked, tilting his head to look you in the eyes.
You were about to shake your head when you felt your world tilt on its axis, stumbling a little and Lando was quick to wrap his arms around you. He pulled you into his embrace and took some of your weight off your feet, trying not to think about how incredibly naked and warm you were against him.
He exhaled, feeling your hands weakly rest on his back; like you were welcoming his help and it made something warm bloom in his chest.
“I’m going to turn the shower on now, okay?” He walked the two of you to the corner before reaching back and turning the knob.
There was a sputtering sound before the spray came, and you could feel the cold mist as the shower head splattered cold water by your feet. You hummed in delight, leaning your forehead against Lando’s shoulder and closing your eyes.
“I feel like shit.” You confessed quietly between the two of you and Lando’s hand came up to brush the hair down your neck in quiet comfort. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Don’t mention it. You know I always will.” There was something in his voice that you couldn’t quite decipher, but you let it go when he took a step back into the shower once he’d deemed it warm enough.
The lukewarm water felt like heaven as it pelted down the both of you, washing away the sweat and everything you’d managed to accumulate these past few days. You hummed in pleasure, feeling your hair soak and you pushed your head off his shoulder to look at your best friend.
He was busy making out the hundreds of different bottles, looking lost before he finally found the shampoo bottle. The sight would’ve made you laugh if you had any strength left, but you settled for an amused smile that Lando clocked as soon as he turned his attention back to you.
“Shut up.” He said, seeing the clear laughter in your eyes and you raised your eyebrows as if to say hey, I didn’t say anything. “Turn around and let me wash your hair.”
You weren’t about to protest, doing just that and placing the palm of your hand against the wall to keep yourself upright.
Lando quickly washed your hair, the suds of the shampoo sliding down your face and getting in your eyes and it wasn’t as relaxing as one would’ve thought but he did the job and you couldn’t complain. He even went as far as conditioning your hair, rinsing it off gently before you offered to do the same for him.
“You don’t have to do that.” He scrunched his nose. “You look like you’re two seconds away from falling asleep.”
“Put your head down and shut up. Let me wash your hair.” You tried to sound stern, but you ended up sounding a little ridiculous with your stuffy nose and Lando grinned before complying.
The smile on his face vanished when he realised that he had, in the process, put himself in direct eyesight of your naked body and he struggled not to tense up as he heard the cap of the bottle pop, staring hard at your bare feet instead.
You did a way better job at washing his hair, digging your nails pleasantly around his skull and massaging his curls thoroughly before rinsing the suds off. Lando didn’t realise how relaxed he’d became until he tried to stand upright, hair drooping over his face and dripping wet.
His breath stuttered when you let out a hoarse laugh, pushing the hair out of his face and the movement was so intimate that Lando had a hard time breathing, wondering what the fuck was happening.
You didn’t seem bothered by the gesture though, none the wiser as you picked up a loofah and pushed it into his hands. He blinked down at it like it was a foreign object, trying to make sense of what exactly you were asking of him.
“You want me to wash you?” His voice went high, almost in a squeak and you shot a questioning look at him.
“Yes.” You decided on replying before frowning, adding: “Is that weird? I can do it if —“
“No, no. Um, I can do it, just —“ He was flustered, turning a little in the small space of your shower and trying not to yelp when his arm brushed your naked skin. “Body wash. I need body wash.”
Your face was on fire, watching him pop the cap of the body wash and ripping it off in the process. He made a little sound in his throat but didn’t dare to pick the broken cap off the floor, squirting the liquid onto the loofah before waving it in front of you.
You turned around, figuring that it was maybe a little easier if you weren’t in each others faces and Lando must’ve felt the same because he blew out a breath and started washing your back, albeit a little timidly.
He gained confidence after a few moments, finishing scrubbing you before doing himself and you didn’t call him out on him using your sponge because really, he’d probably done it a million times whenever he showered at your place.
The both of you stepped out, and he was there to immediately wrap you up in a towel before doing the same to himself. You didn’t want to acknowledge your heart, how it was speeding up abnormally so at the sight of him and how sweet he was being. Taking care of you, sending updates to your mum with how you were and assuring her that you were being taken care of. He knew how much of a worrier she was, and it made something immense swell in your chest as he rubbed a second towel over your hair, gentle and so very careful not to snag your hair or accidentally hurt you.
“What?” He halted when he pulled the towel away, revealing your face and your eyes staring at him. He wasn’t sure if it was the shampoo that had gotten in your eyes but they looked like they were on the verge of welling up.
“Nothing.” You replied, voice thick and so obviously lying but Lando didn’t touch on the subject. He made sure to ask later, when the air wasn’t so charged and you weren't teetering on the brink of death.
“Get into bed, I’ll bring you fresh clothes.” He said as he steered the both of you back to your bedroom. Lando stopped as he eyed your bed, a little critically. “You know what, let’s go to the couch instead.”
You laughed, voice a little thick and you reached a hand to weakly slap at his arm.
“What?” He grinned. “We need to change the sheets. Or maybe even burn them.”
“You’re a prick!” The way your voice cracked made Lando cackle, yelping when you shoved him a lot harder than he had anticipated.
Your words may have sounded malicious, but there was an undertone that your best friend couldn’t help but latch onto.
It sounded a lot like, I love you.
don't look at me, i love pain. anyways, hope you enjoyed this little drabble as i go crawling back into my cave to write something better than this. (also how did this turn into 2.6k words? i need help)
Because I love your work and I’m shamelessly love Lando how about Lando x reader, where the reader gets really overwhelmed with something and Lando has to help calm them down, and it just soft fluffy protective lando
Love your work so much 🥰😭💕💕
oh thank you so much!! I notice your support and it means the world to me 🥺 here, have some fluffy/angst lando <3
lando norris x fem!reader (850 words)
It had been like living in slow motion, watching the monitors with your heart beating steadily and dangerously close to your throat - but it’s nothing new, is it? You always make sure to hug Lando extra tight, memorising the shape of his torso as you squeeze your arms around him and you can’t see his lips when you smack a kiss against the hardness of his helmet; but the squint of his eyes is enough to calm your nerves as you watch him walk down to the grid.
He’d always come out of almost every race just fine and that’s probably why you allow your shoulders to relax a bit as you look away for a split moment. It couldn’t have been more than a second before there’s a ripple of gasps in the paddock, someone grabbing your shoulders in shock and you can feel your heart just abruptly stop in terror.
The mere sight of smoke, debris and orange on the monitor is what sends your heart up your throat because somehow, somewhere you register Lando’s name and you’re out of your seat before you can think twice.
He’s fine. He ends up walking out of it with only a minor bump to his head but he’s conscious and he makes it known on the way home; talking in the car like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t brushed shoulders with death.
You don’t know what does it for you, but you make it through the door in a state of numbness and it’s when Lando asks what you should order in that he’s met with silence.
He turns around with a frown and finds you standing by the door, hands clasped in front of you and tears in your eyes. His heart drops to his stomach when your lip wobbles, taking three big steps before he’s got you in his arms.
Lando doesn’t acknowledge the devastation he feels when your arms come up to grasp at the material of his hoodie, gripping like you have no intention of letting go.
You don’t say anything, but he hears your quiet sniffles against his chest and he starts to choke up a little himself. He takes a step back and you take one right with him, like you can't bear to be away from him.
“Hey, it’s alright.” He said when you make a sound, squeezing you tighter. “I’m not going to let go.”
It reassures you as you cry, the tears subsiding with every minute you spend in his embrace. Eventually, he feels you pulling your head away to glance up at him and he genuinely pouts at your tear stricken face, shaking one hand free to pull his hoodie over his fist and dry your face so gently that you feel your throat close up with emotion.
You let him dry your tears, closing your eyes when he brushes his hand over them.
“I’m sorry.” You say, voice shaking like there’s another bout of tears threatening to come.
“Don’t.” He says sternly with a shake of his head. “Don’t apologise, bug. You have every right to feel scared, I was too.”
You blink up at him, still looking sad and so, so beautiful that it makes Lando’s heart ache.
“You were?” You whisper and Lando nods.
“I was.” He replies and you nod in understanding because, of course he was. “I know it’s hard for you when I’m out there, and it’s okay. You don’t have to put up a strong front for me.”
“But I don’t want to…” You trail off, look away and sniffle before Lando grasps your chin in his hand gently to encourage you to look at him. “I don’t wanna be a burden. You have enough to worry about out there.”
He knows what you mean. It’s a recurring conversation the two of you have had during the course of your relationship, but he’d always reassure you that no, you’d never be a burden to him. He’d always make you a priority.
“I’ll always worry about you. Whether I’m out there or in here.” He tilts his head to catch your eyes when you glance away, and the small gesture makes you smile. “I’m fine, baby. I’m here with you, aren’t I?”
You nod wordlessly, suddenly overtaken by such a relief that it makes your eyes well up all over again. Lando huffs out a laugh, not mean nor mocking, just utterly endeared as you go in for a second hug.
He hugs you tightly, pressing his lips to your temple and keeping them there.
“I love you.” He murmurs. “And I’ll always come back to you. You hear me, bug?”
You nod and pull away, pressing up on your tiptoes to kiss his mouth. Lando gives you another two pecks before he allows you to pull away, feeling a little lighter.
“I love you, too.” You give him a smile, watching his eyes flick between yours. “And don’t you dare pull shit like that again.”
Lando laughs, and the sound is like music to your ears.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”
let's ignore the fact that it's 4am and i'm procrastinating sleep. i couldn't help but write a little more lando. i hope you liked this one, thank you for reading <3
y’all love the morally gray, snarky, grief stricken characters until it’s a woman. i’ve seen so much discourse regarding female characters who display the exact same character traits as male leads and are criticized for it while the men are praised. let women be cruel and vindictive. let them deal with their grief and trauma in destructive ways. let them be real. give them the same treatment you would give to your favorite male love interest.
In that moment, he wished things might have been different. That he might not die tomorrow. That he could be led by his heart instead of duty. Because Zoya was not kind and she was not easy. But she was already a queen.
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