a/n: y’all are low-key high-key PISSING me off with the hate so fuck you, have some smut.
+ inspired by @trashytracktales (who I did ask for permission freaking ages ago but I never got round to writing it 😭)
“Sit on my face,”
Y/n paused.
“What?” her hands paused midway down her thighs, her skirt raised ever so slightly as Lando blinked at her.
“Sit on my face,”
Lando was sitting in the edge of the bed, his eyes following her movements, pupils dilated and blown up. She wasn’t sure what to say, her words catching in her throat as she stared back.
“Please, Y/n,” he added, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, gaze dropping momentarily to her thighs.
Y/n flinched as she felt Lando move his hand to hers, gently tugging her closer to him, looking up at her through hooded eyes.
She could feel her heart beating faster than usual, a tinge of soft pink dusted across the apple of her cheeks as Lando spoke.
“It’ll feel good,” he whispered, voice hoarser than usual, his eyes darkening even more, “please?”
She nodded.
That was all Lando needed as confirmation, hooking his hands under her thighs as she gasped, her back hitting the mattress.
Instantly, she was met with the feel of his warm lips against her thighs, his hands bunching her skirt further up her waist.
Y/n moaned, the sound shaky and high-pitched as she squirmed, legs instinctively closing, if it hadn’t been for Lando keeping them wide open.
His lips traversed higher over her hot skin, softly - delicately - like she was a goddess.
That was how he made her feel.
It was like he was driven with the pure desire to make her feel good, rather than himself, and God if she didn’t love it…
“C’mere,” he muttered, snapping Y/n from the trance she had fallen into, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her thighs as he pulled her closer to him, her core brushing his nose.
Instinctively, her back arched, her heat pooling down her thighs as he yanked her panties right to her ankles.
He was like a starved man - her thighs thrust over her shoulders, his mouth immediately meeting her dripping pussy with an open mouthed kiss.
“Ah- Lan!”
Her cries only fuelled him, his tongue teasing mercilessly at her throbbing clit as her thighs tightened round his head.
“Not yet,” Lando pulled back, ignoring the whine of protest as he sat back on his heels.
She remained silent as he laid back onto the bed, his back bouncing slightly as he turned to look at her, eyes meeting with hers.
The look he gave Y/n was enough for her to know what he wanted, but she couldn’t help the rush of pink that filled the apples of her cheeks.
“C’mon baby,” Lando’s hand found hers, his voice soft - reassuring.
She half flinched at the contact, not that she didn’t trust him, more from self consciousness.
“What if I hurt you?” she whispered back, her voice matching the quietness of his.
“Hurt me?” Lando frowned, resting his head on his elbow as he cocked his head - almost like a puppy, “you’d never hurt me,”
Y/n just remained quiet.
“I promise,” he frowned, “if it’s too much, I’ll tell you, okay?”
Then, she nodded.
A proud smirk came to his face - the cockiness of earlier returning as he wriggled her to sit on his chest.
Her core burned against his chest, a trail of her heat dribbling down her thigh as Lando guided her.
Just the sight of his eyes meeting with her core as he led her forwards, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, was almost too much.
Y/n felt like she could come undone just looking at him, held together by nothing but him holding her up and a damn prayer.
Lando’s tongue met her clit before she had even sat, a sharp hiss leaving her mouth, lips falling open in a silent ‘o’.
His tongue lapped at her folds, almost desperately, drinking up every last drop of her heat.
“That’s it,” Lando whispered, “atta girl…”
A hum of annoyance came from below her, Lando’s hands jumping to her waist and pulling her all the way down.
Instantly, his nose hit her clit, his tongue lapping at hee entrance as Y/n moaned, the sound almost feral, her gaze dropping to the man beneath her, treating her like a queen.
His eyes were hazy, like he was high on the taste of her sweet nectar, his fingers digging into the flesh of her waist.
Y/n cried out, her hands dropping to his shoulders, squeezing tight at the muscle as she rocked her hips, softly at first.
The movement took Lando my surprise, his eyes widening for a second - but he wasn’t against it.
Not at all.
His movements only quickened, hungrier than the last as Y/n rocked herself back and forth, his nose gliding through her slippery folds.
If Lando died now, he’d die a happy man.
Lando’s chest rose and fell quicker, the cool metal of his chain against the soft flesh of her ass as she moaned, the sounds doing nothing but egging him on further.
His lips paused against her as Y/n rode against his nose, his tongue hanging flat as she let her take what she wanted.
To him, he’d never seen her prettier than now.
She could feel herself coming closer, her hands shakily reaching for Lando’s, fingers interlocking as he watched her in awe.
Gorgeous.
Her hips stuttered, pushing Lando to resume his attack on her drenched pussy, his tongue lapping at her once again.
Lando could feel his eyes go hazy, and he could have sworn he was nearing a black out, but he didn’t care.
All he cared for was Y/n.
Her thighs tightened round his head, almost clamping his head down as he hummed, the sound vibrating through her body, her skin hot to the touch,
The sound that left Y/n’s lips next was heavenly, drenched in the pleasure and passion Lando had gifted her as her orgasm washed over.
Her mouth fell open once more, vision blacking as she shook, clinging to the man who’d brought her all this pleasure.
Lando didn’t move, ignoring his lack of breath as Y/n came too, dragging herself back.
Just the sight of Lando could have made her cum.
Her heat dribbled down his chin and neck, cheeks flushed red and eyes hazy, like he’d just experienced what she had, almost in a state of shock.
Instantly, his hand came to her cheek, drawing her in closer as his lips met hers, not roughly, but filled with the passion they both felt for each other.
“Taste yourself,” he muttered, his tongue laced with the sweetness of Y/n’s pussy as she blushed, the softness of her chest against his.
Neither spoke for a few seconds, engulfed in each other’s embrace as Y/n came down from her high, breathing slowing.
“Kill me now,” Lando groaned, sighing as he sat back to admire his girl, “and I’d die happy,”
summary: in which, she was always an afterthought, an accessory, just his plus-one. but the british boy in the apartment above her was about to change everything.
content: broken relationship, mutual pining, aerophobia, end of a relationship, sad/comfort, slow burn, swearing, making out, implied sexual activities, fluff
pairing: lando norris x fem!oc
rora's thoughts: i am literally so in love with lando's suzuka helmet thus this piece was born, even though it has nothing to do with it at all really! i hope you enjoy, and don't forget to comment and interact, i love hearing your thoughts!!
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THERE WAS a comforting stillness about the apartment, a tranquil air settling around the practically bare space.
monaco was different to italy, it was somewhat quieter, peaceful in the evening, but contrastingly bustling at around mid-day. the air smelt richer, the kind of rich you could get sick on, but never get tired of, never get bored of.
she was excited, there was this new-found buzz around her. it was a fresh start, everything was new, nothing was familiar, and she was totally and utterly in love with it.
the monegasque sun had a way of dressing everything in an angelic amber light at sunset, boring white walls turned to sleek expressions of beauty in the fading beams.
goosebumps rippled across her sunkissed skin as the moon rose, scattering the prettiest of constellations across the deepening black sky.
but, as usual, lily's night was spent alone.
the mattress on the floor on her not-yet bedroom felt lonely, meant to be filled by some form of warmth only another person could bring. that kind of feeling, the one that resembled belonging, a person that felt like home, was absent in her life.
the man she called her boyfriend, raphaël carson, wasn't exactly relationship material, per-say.
and no, she definitely didn't love him. and yes, the feeling was almost certainly mutual - but unspoken between the two of them. they were just in a relationship, an agreement, somewhat of a contract.
lily and raphaël had been together for the worst part of two years, and their relationship had been rocky, to put it lightly - but we didn't need to get into that.
hey lily
going to have to take a rain check on tomorrow
sorry x
a sigh left her lips as the messages popped up on her screen in quick succession.
tomorrow was supposed to be the day lily went shopping for the new apartment, for a new everything. she couldn't not go, but now she'd have no one to help her carry all of her new things up to her apartment, on the second-to-top floor of the fontivielle building.
well, she would just have to make do.
• • • •
SHE WAS about to commit a crime, she thought at least.
lily had opted to order online, after the absence of her boyfriend's help - not that he would have been much anyway.
it was on her third trip that she started to feel the ache in her arms, and the humbling experience of being denied help by the delivery driver that had delivered her furniture sent her mind into a slight rage too.
when the fifth trip she had made came around, she was exhausted. people, who she assumed to be her neighbours, had passed with kind smiles and polite mutters of greeting, with no offers of help - not that lily expected them to, of course.
there was this one man that passed her, clad in a grey nike tracksuit, airpods in, and a chain with four golden lines as a charm. what caught her attention was the way he smelt.
he carried an aroma of polo red, lynx, and a hint of vanilla - he was enticing.
his quick glance at her lingered a little too long, and he sent her a small, warm smile as he passed.
great.
lily resumed her previous activity, trying to carry four moderately large plants in through her front door, almost smashing three of them in the process.
"would you like some help?" a british voice spoke up from the hallway as she finally managed to place the plants down.
the girl turned around, met with the same vanilla-smelling man from earlier - oh, so he was british too.
"um... yes please, if you don't mind." she replied with a polite smile, nodding as she walked toward him and out of her apartment once more. "all of my stuff is down in my car, and the delivery driver couldn't help, so... yeah."
"oh, i'm pretty sure i had the same guy when i got my living room delivered, he's such a dick." the man responded as they made their way toward the elevator.
"agreed." lily nodded, glancing at him as they entered the lift together. "i'm lily, by the way."
"lando," lando said back.
"as in the star wars character?" she asked, eyebrows knitted together with a small smile on her lips.
"nope, i think my mum just liked the name." he shrugged with a laugh. "so, you've just moved in, yeah?"
"yeah, yesterday." the italian explained. "how long have you lived here for then?"
"uh, 'bout four years now, i think?" lando tilted his head to look at her, down a little bit as she was shorter than him. "i moved here before the twenty-two season, so... yeah, four years. so, where are you from?"
"florence, in italy." lily nodded softly. "you're from the uk, right?"
"yeah, yeah." he nodded as the elevator dinged open. "born in bristol, which is in england."
"oh, never been there, is it nice?"
"bit of a shithole, to be honest, london and surrey are much nicer - you should go sometime." he suggested as they approached her car.
"yeah, maybe."
• • • •
LARGE HOTELS always had a way of draping everything in velvet and beauty, silk whispers travelling through trees and settling in the expensive air.
"you actually look nice," raphaël commented, lips briefly pressing to her temple as if it was a chore. "i mean, at least you tried, right?"
a quiet hum came from lily's lips as she nodded, trying to eye the bar as they entered the venue. she arrived on his arm, looking effortlessly gorgeous and faintly smelling of the perfume her mother had gifted her last year for her birthday.
her dress was nothing short of divine - silky fabric clinging to her, hugging the subtle dips of her hips and cascading down to her ankles. the louboutins on her feet were just tall enough to be uncomfortable, but padded enough to be bearable - if anything, more comfortable than she felt on the man she called her boyfriend's arm - so, she excused herself to the bar.
"boyfriend, then?" a familiar voice said, as the feeling of a warm body behind her crept up to her skin.
"oh, hi lando." lily smiled softly. "yeah, that's raphaël."
"well, his shoes seriously don't go with that suit." lando raised his eyebrows. "and he sounds like a mutant turtle."
"a mutant turtle?" she audibly laughed, mortified by the insult.
"yeah, the um... teenage mutant ninja turtles thing."
"sounds ridiculous to me." lily shook her head. "and i did try to tell him about the shoes, but well... he didn't listen to me, clearly."
"so, you're a model then, miss ainsley?" lando asked, leaning against the bar as lily was handed her drinks.
"oh, you've been doing some stalking then, have you?"
"and you haven't?" he laughed, "you're very... yeah."
"well, mr mclaren formula 1 driver, yes, i am a model." she said matter-of-factly. "i can't believe you didn't mention that you're a literal f1 driver too."
"i try not to mention it, like... it warps some peoples' opinions of you, you know?"
"understandable," lily was about to say something else, but an arm snaked it's way around her waist.
"alright?" raphaël said, fingers digging into her hip. "was wondering where my drink got to."
"yeah, here." she said bluntly, sliding the drink to him. "this is lando, he lives above me."
"nice to meet you, mate." lando nodded, sticking a hand out toward her boyfriend.
raphaël mumbled something in response, before walking off with the drink and completely ignoring lando.
"sorry about him, he's a twat sometimes." she replied, slightly embarrassed by the behaviour of her significant other.
"i can tell," lando breathed out, laughing a bit. "it's fine, don't worry."
and just like that, the anxious edges of the night softened into uncontrollable giggles and a lack of silence between the two. no pauses, just lovely, unserious chatter between the pair.
they had found a sofa, overlooking the pretty ocean and away from the boring talk of the event, not that either of them could remember why they were there anymore. it was too natural, every laugh was genuine, every look lingered with unspoken affection and a newfound interest in getting to know someone - the first either of them had experienced in a while.
"liliana?" raphaël's voice was heard, and dreaded by the italian girl. "i want to leave, let's go - oh, there you are."
"we're leaving?" lily tilted her head, a look of subtle disappointment in her eyes.
"yeah, let's go." he spoke bluntly.
• • • •
"LILY?" A VOICE yelled from the pitlane, a tanned hand shielding his eyes from the sun beaming down in the direction of the woman leaning over the balcony.
"lando!" lily replied, smiling at the young driver waving up at her.
it was the monaco grand prix, the weather was warm, the breeze was light, and the aura around the mclaren garage was one of confidence and subtle smugness - they were leading both championships after all.
the roar of an indescribably loud engine blocked out what the brit was hollering up to her, but he was jogging up the stairs to her hospitality within seconds.
"fancy seeing you here, miss ainsley." lando laughed as he approached the girl, his race suit hanging low around his hips with a black fireproof clinging to his torso.
"can't say the same for you, mr norris." she smiled in response, easily reciprocating as he lightly hugged her.
"so, how are you?" he asked, so casually cool as fans swarmed around them, nerves creeping on lily's face. "i haven't seen you since... the mastercard event, where your boyfriend stole you away from me."
she audibly laughed, if anything it was lando stealing her attention from raphaël - which didn't take much, actually - but there was something about the way he did it so effortlessly.
"i'm good, yeah, i'm good." she nodded, visibly a little overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people around them, listening in on their conversation as they waited for lando's attention. "how are you?"
"i'm feeling good, yeah, this weekend looks good." he nodded, leaning against the balcony. "hey, do you want a tour of the garage?"
lily laughed again, this time at the sheer randomness of the question.
"uh, yeah, sure." she replied, glancing around the crowd of people for her boyfriends. "i just need to let raphaël know where i'm going."
"do you not have a nickname for him or something?" lando asked, noticing the constant full use of his name.
"he likes to be called by his actual name, no nicknames." she pursed her lips, realising how ridiculous it sounded once she'd said it out loud.
"oh right, i see." what a prick, in other words. "he sounds... yeah."
"don't even," she huffed with a breath resembling amusement. "actually, he probably won't even notice that i'm gone, so... yeah, let's go."
"perfect." lando smiled, holding his hand out, which earned a confused look from the italian. "for your safety, of course."
she shrugged and placed her slender hand into his, letting him quickly lead her through the myriad of different people, and down the stairs, through the 'mclaren team only' barrier on the stairs, then into the papaya garage.
"these," lando said as he let go of her hand and skipped over to the headsets on the wall, picking up the one that had a '4' neatly printed onto the side. "are for you."
he padded over to where she was waiting, and gently brushed some stray hair behind her ears and shoulders, before pulling the headphones apart and placing them on her head. she caught herself gazing at the almost perplexed look on his face as he adjusted them to fit her, before he placed them around her neck instead.
"you should feel privileged, you know? you're getting a deluxe tour." lando began. "they're the set i'm given for my plus-one. if i had one, that is."
"no girlfriend then?" the words slipped from her mouth before her brain had even registered the question she wanted to ask.
"wouldn't you like to know," the driver teased as they walked down the corridor together. "but no, no girlfriend, no nothing - i've been single for a while."
"ah, i see." she nodded, going to say something else, but her expression turned to one of a deer in headlights as the hallway opened up into a bustling garage of papaya and collected precision.
"come on, i'll show you the car." lando smiled, catching his lower lip between his teeth happily as he grabbed lily's hand once more, tugging her toward his championship-leading car.
the model hurried behind him, laughing as he practically ran toward his car, pretty in papaya with a silver '4' etched into the carbon fibre.
lando was explaining all of the delicate intricacies of the machine, lily was lost in awe of how much there was going on in one vehicle, but enticed by the admirable look in his eyes. the way he was talking about this thing most considered to be a metal monster, the gleam in his eyes and the smile on his face.
god, what was happening to her?
• • • •
CARLOS AND LANDO inhabited a small white table in the corner of the golf club's brunch bar, chatting about the brit's plans for a vacation to greece, and the spaniard's plans to possibly propose to rebecca over the off-season.
"so, who was the girl you were with in monaco?" carlos asked, taking a drink of the cocktail on the linen tablecloth. "i saw you in the garage with her, the brunette?"
"oh, she lives above me, her name is lily." lando began, a smile spreading to his lips. "she's a model, from italy. but she has this boyfriend and he's such a prick."
"you've got it bad." he pointed out, chucking at him. "you've got it real bad."
"i've got what?"
"you so like her, camarada." the spanish man nodded, tapping his fingers on the table. "and she has a boyfriend, so you are screwed."
he didn't even bother to deny it, carlos knew him too well.
so what? maybe he did like her? it wasn't like he could do anything about it either way, she had a boyfriend - a shit one at that. but, he was no homewrecker, and she seemed stable, financially at least, not that it would be any different with him.
LILY HAD made a friend, and her name was alexandra saint mleux.
alex and lily had met each other at the monaco grand prix, hitting it off immediately.
after her little adventure with lando around the mclaren garage, he had taken her to the ferrari garage, with the hopes that he'd slowly but surely integrate her more frequently into his life - so why not better introduce her to a close friend?
"so, raphaël then?" alexandra asked, sipping on the small cup of coffee on the tiny wooden table between them.
"yeah, we've been together for two years, now." lily replied, nodding.
"are you happy with him?"
and for the first time, she hesitated.
no, of course she wasn't happy with him. he was arrogant, and mean, and uncaring, and selfish, and downright rude.
"yeah, i am."
truthfully, it sounded like she was trying to tell herself that more than the art student across the table from her.
"i may have only met you a few weeks ago, but i know when someone is lying, lily." alexandra raised her eyebrows. "so, what's the deal then?"
"i don't know, alex." lily sighed gently, pinching the bridge of her nose. "he's just... yeah."
"come on, explain it." she pressed, sensing there was something deeper.
"it's just sometimes he acts like i'm an inconvenience, like... like i'm the last thing on his mind." the model began. "and i'm not saying i want to be the first, but-"
"no, no, you should be the first thing, lily." alexandra interrupted. "you're his girlfriend - whatever he does for a living, whoever his friends are, you should be priority number one."
• • • •
AEROPHOBIA means the irrational fear of flying, and lily ainsley was definitely an aerophobic.
"just get over it, you travel all the time, lily." raphaël commented, rolling his eyes as his girlfriend squeezed his hand for some sort of comfort.
"it doesn't mean i like flying." she replied, frowning as he dropped her hand.
"whatever." he huffed, walking onto the jet before her.
the sleek mclaren jet was filled with engineers and mechanics, coaches and technicians. despite the number of interesting and vaguely familiar faces she could interact with, lily was hoping to see one face in particular - but he didn't seem to be there.
raphaël had spotted some buddies from his old marketing firm, so before the plane had even taxied to the runway, he had moved seats and lily was alone.
"is this seat taken?"
she didn't even have to look up at the person asking before a smile spread onto her lips, it was lando, of course.
"depends on who wants to sit there." lily teased, raising her eyebrows.
the british driver laughed and sit down, cramming his hand luggage under his seat.
"where's the mutant turtle then? i heard he was on this flight." lando asked.
"over there with some friends from his old job." the model shrugged casually, and she was about to speak again, but the plane started rumbling forward.
lily inhaled sharply, gripping the sides of the chair tightly.
she had always hated flying. when she was little, she and her father had watched one to many of those 'air crash investigation' episodes on the national geographic channel, which is probably where the fear stemmed from in the first place. but then, on a holiday to paris with her family, the plane had to touchdown and take off again, which gave her a little bit of trauma.
so therefor, lily ainsley was a chronic aerophobic - not that her boyfriend seemed to care anyway.
but lando noticed.
he noticed the way her breath quietly hitched, the way the grip of her small hands tightened on the armrests, the way her torso tensed as the plane trundled forward.
and he noticed the look on her face when he placed his hand over her own stressed one.
"you okay?" lando asked softly, looking at her with nothing but concern and a hint of something else in his gaze.
"i hate flying." she mumbled, taking a deep breath.
he gave her hand a comforting squeeze, earning an affectionate smile from her.
"you'll be okay, i'm here." he reassured the italian woman.
lily glanced at him, an appreciative expression on her face. there was something else in her eyes, pining maybe? whatever it was, the feeling was entirely mutual from lando.
"thankyou, lan."
the nickname that tumbled from her lips made his heart stutter and his tummy flutter - fuck, there was no way he was getting this flustered over a simple nickname.
god, what was happening to him?
• • • •
SATURDAY WAS always lily's favourite day of the week.
it brought relaxing tranquillity in the daytime, and usually glamourous party in the evening - the perfect contrast.
singapore managed to make the evening fizz with the clink of non-alcoholic champagne in pristine glasses, and hum with excited chatter in the heat of the night. the country had the best way of painting a sky in the navy tones of an alive night, and making prestigious parties sound like something out of a millionaire's dream.
however, the saturday in question hadn't exactly gone to plan for lily.
"there's no point in you going, it's not like you actually have any friends," he shrugged, splayed out on his couch at his apartment in singapore. "well, there at least."
the off-hand comment from raphaël had sent her practically mental at him - screaming, shouting, two years of built-up frustration all released at one moment.
what was he talking about?
the mclaren team had invited lily as a guest to singapore, and raphaël insisted he come as her plus-one, even though he definitely wouldn't have invited her if it was the other way around - not that lando liked the guy enough to have him stick around for the week before one of the most gruelling races on the calendar.
and just like that, almost two years of hidden glares and stolen eye-rolls was over.
alexandra was in monaco with charles still, so she went to the only person she knew well enough to show up at his room unannounced.
the door opened and so did her tear ducts, salty streams of water trickling down her face as the dazed man in front of her pulled her immediately into a hug.
"we don't have to talk about it," was the first thing lando said. "you don't have to tell me."
"we broke up," she mumbled into his chest. "i broke up with him."
it may have sounded sick, but he smiled. lando fucking smiled.
a weight had lifted off of both of them in that moment - lando the guilt of falling for someone in a relationship, and lily the stress of being in an unhappy relationship, and some other things too.
an eternity passed, worlds died and were reborn - the sun could have imploded for all the two cared.
"you still going to the gala tonight?" he asked gently, hands resting on her lower back.
"i don't know," lily mumbled. "i don't have anyone to-"
"go with me." lando said simply.
she smiled weakly, "yeah, okay."
• • • •
"SO, JUST FRIENDS?" oscar pried, taking a swig of the almost nice zero-percent champagne.
"just friends." lily replied, shaking her head politely.
the younger australian's company was refreshing, someone who didn't know of her now ex-boyfriend, where there was no subtle judgement for staying with someone as mentally tiring as him. she'd only met oscar around an hour ago, but she would definitely consider him a friend, he was sweet, funny, and completely and utterly in love with his girlfriend, who also happened to be called lily.
lando was entertaining some sponsors, boorishly talking away with elderly investors like his livelihood depended on it - because he knew once he was done, it was oscar's turn, and he could have lily to himself for the rest of the evening.
"i find that hard to believe, you know?" the australian shrugged, nodding his head in response. "i've never seen lando like this, i mean this is only my third season with him, but he's just different when he talks about you."
"he talks about me?" she tilted her head, a small sheepish smile raising to her lips.
"he doesn't shut up about you, lily." oscar told her, laughing breathily. "it's annoying actually, he always finds a way to bring you up, even andrea knows at this point."
she smiled, a soft pink heat spread across her cheeks, she was blushing. the girl glanced over at lando, who was deep in conversation with an older man in a smart suit - but he still managed to send a kind smile over to her.
oscar and lily held a steady conversation, but it was soon interrupted by two gentle hands on lily's waist, mindful of the delicate fabric holding her dress together.
"osc, you're up, buddy."
the younger mclaren driver rolled his eyes, politely leaving lando and lily on their own together.
"fuck, i need to sit down." the brit said, spinning her around to face him. "come with me?"
she nodded, humming as her cheeks heated up upon making eye contact with the taller brunette. he replaced the hands on her waist with a singular one sprawled across the bare skin of her lower back, guiding her toward the high stools and tables.
a chair was quickly pulled out for her by his free hand, and she thanked him quietly, before lando himself sat down opposite her.
"i'm sorry, i ditched you." he began, resting his head on his palm. "stupid sponsors and media shit, honestly."
"it's okay, don't worry." lily shook her head, a reassuring look on her face. "oscar's lovely, by the way, why have you never introduced us before?"
"i don't know, i didn't want to be too forward, you know?"
"well, for future reference, mr norris," she cooed. "nothing is too forward, with you at least."
it was his turn to blush, the tips of his ears tinging a pretty pink colour as the heat rose to his cheeks.
he smiled shyly, "i'll um.. i'll keep that in mind then, lils."
"good, good."
• • • •
MONACO WAS starting to feel like home, so the salty air was a relief to her when she stepped off of the jet and onto the runway.
"still want to come over for dinner?" lando asked, wheeling two suitcases behind him - and one of them wasn't his, but he insisted he carry them.
"promise me you're not cooking?" lily teased, climbing into the sleek black jeep, shuffling over so lando could clamber in next to her.
"oh, you'd be privileged to experience my culinary expertise." he rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.
"and experience violent nausea? oh, yeah, count me in."
"nasty girl, you are, ainsley." the british driver joked, laughing with her.
"and you wouldn't have it any other way, norris."
lando just smiled, internally agreeing with her, externally humming sarcastically.
the rest of the drive was filled with warm laughter or comfortable silence, a one where the sound of their beating hearts could be muffled by the sheer weight of the affection between the pair.
they stole quick glances at each other through the extremely short drive, catching the eye of the other once or twice and smiling softly.
lando's apartment always smelt warm, like a heated blanket on a winter's day. it made her body relax and any stress melt away with the icy barrier society formed around her mind. it was also always surprisingly clean for a constantly travelling man in his mid-twenties - maybe he had a cleaner, maybe he did it himself - but either way the effort was there.
"lily?" her name sounded angelic when it came from his mouth.
she turned, soul stuttering as her face was met with the close proximity of his chest. before she could even look up at him, his hand was on the side of her neck, thumb tilting her head to meet his gaze.
his eyes softened, gently lighting up. he looked at her like she'd stepped out of heaven itself, sighing affectionately as if she was part of a dream he'd not been able to shake from his mind.
"have i ever told you how pretty you are?"
lip caught between his teeth, eyelashes long and half-hooded eyes, pupils as large as they could grow. he was a sight for sore eyes - she felt sorry for anyone who was visually impaired.
"oh shush." she brushed it off, laughing, quiet and real.
"don't do that," lando shook his head. "don't dismiss yourself, you're gorgeous, lils."
"thankyou, lando."
"please." he murmured, eyes flitting over her face.
"please what?" she asked, wanting to recoil in the best way possible as he looked at her like that.
"let me kiss you, please."
there was pause in her expression, easily noticed by her lack of response, so he started talking again - "i've been falling for you since the gala, since the plane, since the stupid mastercard event, ever since the plants. and i really-"
within an instant, her arms were around his neck and her lips were on his. soft, hesitant, tentative, and borderline nervous - but it felt like home. the shape of his darker lips fit perfectly against her own soft pink ones, and his hands moulded into the dips of her hips like they were sculpted from the same soul, split into two.
his eyes widened a little, before fluttering closed easily, melting into the shorter girl's touch. her dainty fingertips tugged at the base of his mullet, humming into his lips as his hands pulled her closer into him by her lower back.
his tongue softly pressed at the seam of her lips, politely asking for entrance, to which she quickly obliged - parting her mouth enough for him to slide in.
a groan vibrated from the back of his throat and his grip tightened, before he walked her backward until she was pinned up against the wall. once her back hit the wall, he pulled away for air, lightly panting, hot breath hitting her face as he hooked his hands under her thighs.
"up," he mumbled lowly, signalling for her to come up to him.
in a few seconds, she was wrapped around him, legs squeezing tightly around him.
"fucking hell." lando breathed out, biting his lip as he gazed at the breathless girl in his arms.
her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and that was it.
it was messier, hungrier, filled with more desperation than before. he pushed his hips up against her, teeth nipping at her lower lip teasingly before he slid his tongue into her warm mouth with no gentle press of permission this time - making it all the hotter.
fuck, it was going to be a long night.
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i do not give permission for my works to be re-written, re-published, or published on any other platform.
gen z!reader is this sweet, bubbly, bright ray of sunshine who could honestly do no wrong, so I'd love to see a fic where in a driver's meeting gen z!reader loses their shit and calls out the FIA for their blatant sexism and misogyny in front of everyone and everyone is shocked cause they've never seen them gets this mad before.
NO ONE LIKES A MAD WOMAN
pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader (+ cameos from brundle, susie and buxton)
warnings: sexism. fia is fia'ing. swearing. my own unaccurate ruling of penalties (it's for the sake of the story, just go along with it). susie mothering. it wasn't sure to me who conducted the driver's briefing during this time so I just picked a random name from the many that I came across.
author's note: less comedic one this time, hope you enjoy it anyway!
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''Alright, thanks for clarifying, Checo.'' Derek concluded, glancing down at his journal to see what the next topic of discussion was.
The director scratched his voice before addressing the drivers again. ''Uhm, we also wanted to remind everyone to be wary of what they say in the media regarding our organization,'' he stated, ''the FIA has the feeling that there have been deliberate attacks on them the last few weeks and they are willing to give out penalties if it happens again.''
The drivers looked at each other, confused by the sudden declaration that the FIA has been receiving ''attacks'' from the drivers. ''Can you give an example, because I think I speak for everyone when I say that I'm confused.'' George spoke up, the others nodding along to his question.
Derek flipped through his papers, trying to find the notes his colleagues had given him regarding the ''offensive'' comments that had been made against them.
''Oh, here,'' he put on his reading glasses, holding the piece of paper farther from his face, ''the comment they're referring to was one made by… Y/N at the previous race.''
The young woman's head sprung up at the mention of her name, clueless as to how she could have upset the FIA. ''What? W-what did I say?'' She managed to stutter out, all the eyes on her making her feel uneasy.
''Uh, you were asked about the diversity in the sport and you said, and I quote: 'The FIA should do more regarding women in motorsport, there are still many things that need to be changed.' End quote.'' Derek answered her, putting his paper back in place.
Y/N frowned at the man. ''I don't see what's wrong with that, to be honest.'' She told him, failing to see how the FIA would feel this was a ''deliberate attack''.
The director sighed, already getting the suspicion the woman would not be happy with what he was about to say. ''Certain members of the board were offended by your words, because they saw it as you accusing them of being sexist.''
The silence in the room was deafening, every single person awaiting Y/N's reaction to Derek's clarification. The drivers took a glimpse at her, trying to read the indifferent expression on her face that didn't give much away about how she was feeling.
''They think I'm accusing them of being sexist? What I meant was that they should take more actions in encouraging young girls to get into racing- I don't understand how that would correlate to me calling them sexist.'' Her usual cheerful tone was replaced by a monotone voice that almost scared some of her colleagues.
Derek took a deep breath again. ''Well, they felt like you were insinuating it and they are offended by the alleged insinuation.''
''Just because they are offended doesn't mean they're right.'' She bit back, not missing a beat.
''I'm simply delivering their message, Y/N,'' the director told her politely, wanting to remind her that he's not the person she should be upset with, ''anyway- if you go up there and apologize for your comment, they're considering leaving it as a warning for you and also the others.'' He finished the list of notes they had given him.
The reaction from the room wasn't one he was expecting; absolute outrage.
''She shouldn't apologize for that neither should she be penalized for it.'' Sebastian was the first one to speak up, directly looking Derek in the eye.
The drivers agreed. ''Yeah, it's called freedom of speech.'' Max added, also not seeing why Y/N should go down there and say sorry to the members of the board.
''Like I said earlier, I'm simply delivering their message.'' Derek repeated himself, feeling the tension and frustration growing in the small space.
''But don't you see how ridiculous this is?'' Sebastian rebutted, hoping the man at the front could at least agree with them and say that it was indeed a weird request.
Derek shook his head. ''I'm just the middle man, Seb,'' he sighed, turning his head towards the quiet female driver, ''Y/N, make it easier for yourself and go up there after the meeting, you don't want to receive a penalty for something like this.''
''I'm not apologizing.'' Her voice comes out strong, not in an aggressive way, but in a manner that lets everyone know she's not backing down. ''Give me as many penalties as you want, I'm not accepting them.'' She crossed her arms, indicating she was sticking to her words, almost stubbornly.
The other drivers looked on proudly, glad she was standing by her belief and didn't give in simply because it would make everything ''easier''. Lewis gave her a nod, subtly letting her know he supported her and had her back.
''Alright, then that will result in a fine of a number that is yet to be determined.'' Derek picked up his pen and wrote down that she would not come by their office, already knowing his colleagues wouldn't be happy with it.
''Just so you know- I'm not paying that.'' Y/N said, matter-of-factly.
Derek looked up from his journal. ''If you refuse to pay the fine, we can either add a grid-place penalty or a time penalty.'' He recited the rule as if he had done it a million times before.
''Derek, this is stupid,'' Kimi decided to voice his opinion, ''the race shouldn't be affected, because of a comment she made that had nothing to do with racing in the first place.'' He defended her, allying behind her stance to not accept any of the penalties they give her.
''I'm just doing my job, Kimi.''
''I also want to just do my job, Derek, which is racing, but these ridiculous rules to silence me prevent me from doing that.'' Y/N argued his response, just wanting him to see her point of view.
The director's hand went over his face, seemingly wiping his agitation away. ''No one is trying to silence you, Y/N.'' He quickly answered.
''That's why all the other drivers receive penalties whenever they question the FIA, right?'' Her comment must have shut him up as he solely put his pen down without saying another word about the matter. ''Yeah, that's what I thought.''
Y/N felt her presence wasn't longer necessary as she stood up from her chair, ready to leave the room and join her engineering team in preparation for the upcoming race. However, Derek felt different about that. ''The briefing isn't over yet, Y/L. Sit back down, please.''
''I'll see you at the next meeting, Derek.'' She ignored his plea and walked towards the door.
The director stood up from his desk at the front. ''Y/N, if you leave before it's done, the board will-''
''The board can kiss my ass.''
''Y/N Y/L RECEIVES A 20-PLACE GRID PENALTY AHEAD OF THE 2021 SPANISH GRAND PRIX DUE TO DAMAGING REMARKS AGAINST THE FIA''
''FIA RE-EVALUATING Y/N Y/N's PENALTY AFTER BACKLASH''
''FIA SUSPENDS GRID PENALTY OF Y/N Y/L DUE TO AN ERROR''
The day after the driver's briefing had been quite eventful to say the least. As soon as the FIA announced that she had been given a penalty, the backlash from drivers, fans and reporters started.
Lewis had condemned their decision claiming it was based on nothing and that nothing about her comment was an attack on the organization. His teammate, Valtteri, followed him in his opinion stating: ''Drivers should be able to say what they want to say, she doesn't deserve a penalty for that.''
Sky Sports F1 reporter, Martin Brundle, also came to the driver's defense. ''If we're going to punish drivers for stating their opinions, we might as well get rid of the entire sport, especially if what they're saying isn't far from the truth.''
After finishing P5 in the race, Y/N spoke to Will Buxton in her post-race interview. ''You must be very happy with your result today, considering you almost had to start from the very back of the grid.''
''I'm content with today's race, obviously would have loved a podium but Mercedes was better today,'' she chuckled, ''yeah, it wasn't fun waking up to that news, but I'm happy that it was reversed and the support I received was just- wow, I'm very grateful for everyone.''
''According to some sources, it got pretty heated in the driver's briefing on friday- would you like to clarify?'' Will asked her.
A sarcastic laugh left her mouth. ''I would just like to forget about it, moving on is the best thing to do right now.'' She smoothly avoided the question, figuring she shouldn't make the FIA more mad by airing out all their business.
''Alright, thank you so much for talking to us, Y/N and congratulations on your race today.'' He nodded, bidding her goodbye.
On her way back to her team's hospitality, she was stopped by none other than Susie Wolff. ''Lewis told us what happened during the briefing- I'm very proud of you for standing up for yourself, not everyone could have done that.''
''It was so awful, Susie,'' Y/N hugged the older woman, ''it's like they just wanted to give me some sort of punishment- I don't even want to know what would have happened if I went down there by myself.'' Susie rubs her back at her words, also not wanting to think about what could have gone down.
''It's okay now, honey,'' they pulled apart, Susie's hand staying on her shoulder, ''by the way- did you really say that the board could kiss your ass?''
Y/N laughed at her question, excitedly nodding her head. ''At first I wanted to say something like 'the board can stick that penalty right up their ass’ but I needed a cool getaway so I opted for something shorter.''
pairings: sebastian vettel x driver!reader / fernando alonso x driver!reader / lewis hamilton x sebastian vettel
warnings: none.
author's note: when I think of a gen z driver on the grid, I think of her teaching the older ones what certain words mean. I had a lot of fun writing this one and I'm happy with the positive reactions to the female driver headcanons post! I might turn this into a series, but I seriously need a name for it, so suggestions are always welcome.
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"Hey," Sebastian tapped her shoulder and she pulled her airpods from her ears, "what are you listening to?" He had been curious to what the young lady had been listening to every time she pulled her airpods out.
"Lady Gaga!" She told him, excited that the German driver was interested in what music she listened to. She showed him her phone and it showed she was listening to "Love Game".
Sebastian nodded, he knew the artist but her songs were a complete mystery to him. "Is it a good song?"
"It's a bop, Seb."
The curious grin on Sebastian's face was replaced by a confused expression. He had never encountered that phrase before.
He offered her an awkward laugh. "Oh, that's good, Y/N."
The young woman noticed the visible confusion on his face, and her suspicions were confirmed by his hesitant answer.
"You don't know what that means, do you?"
Sebastian became flustered as soon as the question left her mouth, a bit embarrassed that he was caught.
"Oh my god, Sebastian!" She exclaimed, shocked that he didn't know what the word meant. "This is unacceptable!"
"Y/N, I don't know that kind of language, I was born in the 80's." He defended himself, blaming his age for not knowing popular slang.
"When you say a song is a bop, it means you find it a very good song." She explained, almost like how a teacher would clarify something to their student.
"Ah, okay." Sebastian was confident he was never ever going to use that word in a conversation, but at least he learned something new.
"Seb, Y/N." Fernando approached his two colleagues, greeting them with a smile.
They greeted him back and it was like the Spanish driver came to them at the right time. "Nando, do you know what 'bop' means?" The German asked him, hoping he would be just as clueless as he was.
"What? Bomb?" The confusion on Fernando's face caused the woman to burst out laughing, amused by the entire situation.
Sebastian chuckled at her, before focusing back on Fernando. "No, no, bop," he clarified for him, "it's something that you call a song."
The Spaniard shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed together. "No, is it an internet thing?" He directed the question towards the young lady that still was losing her mind over Fernando's confusion.
Sebastian answered for her, starting to laugh as well. "Yes, when you really like a song, you call it a bop." He explained to the older driver, the use of his hands showing how serious he was being.
"Bop?" Fernando said one more time, still confused by the pronunciation of the word.
Y/N nodded, her laughter having died down. "Yes, bop! B-O-P." She spelled for him.
"You really learn something new everyday, huh?"
Despite Sebastian's claim that he would never use the new learned word in a conversation, he couldn't help but wanting to show off that he had acquired new knowledge to some of the other drivers. And he knew exactly who to start with.
"Lewis!"
The Mercedes driver flinched at the sudden opening of his driver room door, but he immediately smiled upon seeing who was his guest. "Hey, Seb!"
"Oh, you were listening to music?" Sebastian had taken notice of the headphones that laid beside Lewis on his couch.
The Brit nodded, putting the song on pause. "Yeah."
"What, uh, were you listening to?"
Lewis chuckled, not being used to the German asking after his musical interests. "A song by Future, he's a rapper."
"Oh, nice," he nodded, "Is the song a bop?" As the word left his lips, he glanced at Lewis to catch his reaction.
Lewis was surprised, not expecting Sebastian to throw in a word like that in a conversation. "Yes, it's, uh, very good indeed."
Sebastian was pleased with himself, content that Lewis seemed impressed with him.
"Where- where did you learn that word?" The man opposite him giggled, not having a clue as to how Sebastian even knew about the existence of the term.
"Y/N taught me." He answered with a proud look on his face.
Y/N wins her first race and everyone is waiting for her national anthem to play but somehow an error in the sound system leads to this song playing:
But instead of being mad abt it, she’s ecstatic just absolutely vibes her lil heart out on the podium and soon she has the other drivers, some commentators and the entire crowd joining in w/ her (cuz she’s THAT GIRL🤩😂)
PLEASE RISE FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM
pairings: lewis hamilton x driver!reader / charles leclerc x driver!reader
warning: kinda changed how the podium ceremony normally goes, but it's nothing drastic, tbh. they already received their trophy and champagne.
author's note: thank you so much for the request, I started laughing when I read it, cause it reminded me of that one meme. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and lmk what you think of it 🫶
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Y/N stood proudly on the top step of the podium, full in disbelief that this day had actually come. She had won an Formula 1 race, she had won a Grand Prix. The first woman in history to actually do that.
Charles and Lewis glanced up at her, delighted that they could witness the historical moment from this close. They always had the faith that she could do it one day, that she had the skills to overtake them and cross the checkered flag first.
The time had come for her national anthem to start playing. Her eyes welled up with tears, the patriotic feeling in her rising up and the knowledge she had done her country proud. Y/N had prepared herself and had put tissues in the pockets of her racing suit, knowing she was probably gonna end up sobbing by the time the song had finished.
Only, that moment didn't happen.
There had been a mistake in the sound system and instead of the beautiful harmonies of an orchestra being heard, the opening beats of the hip hop song 'Get Low' by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz were being played.
It had taken Y/N a few seconds to comprehend what was happening, the frown on her face evident that she was confused. Similar expressions of confusion and shock were found on Lewis, Charles and everyone else's faces.
Y/N briefly glanced at the staff on the side of the podium and the audience anticipated what she would do. The young woman could give one of two reactions. The first reaction would be for her to stay serious and be upset about the fact that her national anthem wasn't being played. Or, she could go along with the situation, and start dancing to the song to make it fun for everyone witnessing the moment.
Obviously, she went for the second option.
It started with the bobbing of her head to the loud beats that were coming out of the speakers, wiping away the tears that had escaped earlier with her hands. Then, she began to mouth the lyrics and the sight only became funnier from there on.
The song wasn't even halfway done or the podium ceremony had become a concert with the female driver as the headlining act. At first, Lewis and Charles had covered their faces in embarrassment, not for the young woman, but simply for the entire situation. Yet, once they saw the crowd getting hyped up, they joined her and started jumping up and down.
Upon seeing their still unopened champagne bottles standing lonely on the podium, Y/N started the fire and began shaking it. As soon as her two colleagues noticed what she was doing, they picked up their own respective bottles and started doing the same.
Eventually, the song ended and the podium ceremony was over, to everyone's dismay. The drivers picked up their trophies and made their way down the grid again for the short post-podium interview.
Y/N had been the first one to come downstairs and Coulthard grabbed that oppurtunity to interview the young woman first.
''Y/N, what's going through your head right now?'' He asked, handing a microphone to her.
Her hand went through her hair, thinking of the right words to say. ''Pff, I don't know, David,'' her voice sounded out of breath, ''I'm still processing what just happened.'' She nervously laughed, public speaking not being her favorite thing to do.
''I think we're all still processing what just happened,'' Coulthard laughed along, ''what went wrong there on the podium?''
She shook her head, looking back at said podium behind her. ''Geez, uh, I think there was a mistake or something with the cd and, uh, yeah, my national anthem started playing.''
Coulthard started a new question, wanting to change the subject, but was interrupted. ''You know, David- I'm very proud of my country, Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz, I know I've made my people proud.'' She joked, making the audience laugh as they listened to the interview.
''That's great, Y/N,'' Coulthard awkwardly replied, just wanting to continue to ask his questions, ''So, about the race…''
''Yes, the race.''
''Talk us through it, how did you feel it was going?''
Y/N nodded her head to David's words. ''The race, uh, the race, it went, uh- listen, I've gotta be honest- I don't remember a thing, but I'm gonna assume I did really well, you know, cause I won.'' She rambled on, genuinely having forgotten all about the competition that had happened earlier.
Lewis, who was standing a few feet away from her, loudly cackled at her answer and his laugh was picked up by the microphone.
''Alright, Y/N, thank you so much and congratulations.'' He padded her shoulder, rounding up the interview.
pairing: lando norris x driver!reader (brief cameos of charles and russell george)
warnings: swearing. rumplestiltskin. mention of george being a war criminal. wetting pants.
author’s note: not my best work, but this has been sitting in my drafts for too long. anyway, enjoy 💖
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''Do I play with Y/N?'' Lando read the question out loud, seeing it in his comment section. ''Well, she always told me she was very good at like any kind of game and that she would kick my ass, but then I played with her and… let's say she's definitely not as good as me.'' The Brit bragged about his own skills, a smirk forming on his face.
He glanced at the incoming replies from the fans, enjoying their reactions. ''She asked to play together a few weeks ago and we did, but ever since then I haven't dared to play with her again,'' he grinned, ''whenever she asks me now, I just go offline.''
''Oh, she's gonna kill me when she sees this.'' He giggled like a schoolgirl.
She did in fact kill him when the clip of him talking shit was sent to her by fans and even other drivers. Not literally, that wouldn't be a good career move, but she took to Twitter to indirectly respond to Lando's ''claims''.
YourUsername: people, don't take the words of twinks seriously 😫
Y/N's clapbacks didn't stop there as she went live on Instagram not too long after Lando's Twitch stream. Fans obviously couldn't help but ask about the British driver.
''Do I still want to play with Lando? Nooo~ I don't want to stream with him anymore, I really don't.'' The grin on her face was a dead giveaway she was only teasing him. ''He's super bad, that Rumplestiltskin.''
''She called me Rumplestiltskin?'' Lando read the comment out loud, his eyebrows furrowed. ''What does that even mean?'' He couldn't really remember where the name came from, so he decided to look it up and was met with the character from Shrek.
He gave the camera an unimpressed look before moving on. ''You guys want to know a fun story about Y/N from our karting days?'' A smirk already appeared on his face.
''She was pushed off track by someone and she pissed her pants because of it.''
''It was water! I didn't wet my pants, oh my god!'' The driver exclaimed on stream, not believing that Lando actually told that story. ''We were like 9 years-old.''
''You know, Y/N, I think I also remember that.'' George chimed in, he had been amused by their little Twitch war ever since they started it.
She rolled her eyes upon George's words. ''Hey! It was probably you who pushed me off the track in the first place, you war criminal!'' Y/N clapped back at him.
''Anyway, Lando shouldn't be speaking at all when he still looks and talks like a 9 year-old.''
''Lando, should we invite Y/N to play with us?'' Charles asked the McLaren driver after seeing countless comments in his chat asking about the female driver.
The Brit loudly sighed, causing the Monégasque to burst out laughing. ''What's wrong, Lando?''
''Because of her, people keep asking me if I've hit puberty yet.'' He said, frustration audible in his voice, much to the entertainment of Charles and everyone else watching him.
Their ''beef'' came to an end when the media had started to pick up on their back-and-forths and tried to make it seem like the two close friends hated each other and that they would become a danger to each other on track.
''Are you worried that the words you and Y/N have exchanged over social media will have an effect on how the two of you perform on track?'' One reporter asked Lando in a press conference.
He shook his head. ''We're just joking around, honestly. We've been friends for a long time and we've always joked around with each other like this, so, no, it won't have an effect on track.'' He politely answered, slightly ticked off by the seriousness of it all.
Y/N had been placed into a different group for the press conference, where she was asked about their ''war''. ''There have been some harsh word exchanges between yourself and Lando Norris, are you two on good terms or is there some sort of bad blood?''
''Yeah, we hate each other,'' her sarcastic tone sticking out, ''that's why we voluntarily spent all that time together when we're not racing.'' Her answer gathered laughs from her fellow drivers and even some reporters.
''Also, when we're on the topic,'' she stated, ''just because Lando hasn't hit puberty, doesn't mean that I haven't.''
pairings: jenson button x driver!reader / lewis hamilton x driver!reader / susie wolff x driver!reader / toto wolff x driver!reader / sebastian vettel x driver!reader / mick schumacher x driver!reader / kimi raikkonen x driver!reader
warnings: talk about getting drunk. a drunk kimi. swearing. the host is made up cause I couldn't find the name of the person that actually does it lol.
author's note: idk how these award ceremonies go but then again all of this is fiction so just be delulu with me :) also, not me posting fics about the fia gala consecutively.
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''Welcome our rookie of the year, Y/N Y/L.'' The host called her up on the stage, the other attendees clapping for her as she got up from her seat.
It hadn't been her first time on the FIA Prize Giving stage, having collected her Formula 3 European Championship trophy two years earlier. Despite having done this before, the young woman felt nervous and uncomfortable with all the eyes on her.
She thanked the person giving her the award, anxiously smiling at the audience. Y/N found the comforting eyes of Susie in the crowd, the older woman giving her a supportive nod.
''Y/N, thank you for being here and congratulations on being named the FIA Rookie of the Year.'' David praised her, a semi-genuine smile on his face.
She bowed her head. ''Thank you so much.''
''You had a very great year, a podium and P7 in the championship standing- best of the midfield- has everything sunken in yet?'' He asked, holding the microphone up to her mouth .
''It's really crazy, to be honest. You know, I was already happy with just scoring points in Australia, but to, uh, have made it on the podium as well… just crazy- I'm, uh, very happy with how my first season went.'' She answered, stuttering over her words a few times.
David nodded along to her words, subtly taking a look at his notes. ''Barely two weeks ago, you shared your first podium with Lewis and Sebastian in Abu Dhabi,'' the host pointed at the two men in the audience, the both of them caught off guard by the sudden mention of their names, ''they're the World Champion and Vice-Champion of this season, how did it feel to share the podium with them?''
''Uh, you know- pretty great,'' her slow response garnered some chuckles from the crowd, ''they're legends of our sport so I felt very honoured to have been up there with them, especially to end the season.'' Y/N gave herself an encouraging nod at the end of her response.
''You said after the race that the two of them were your childhood idols, and they have also given you several praises throughout the season, but there is also another person you looked up to as a child, right?'' The rookie could feel there was something coming up as David looked at her with a smirk on his face, but she was clueless as to what it was.
Her confused face amused all of the attendees, a chorus of laughter being heard and making her even more nervous. ''Oh- I don't like that look on your face.'' She joked, the laughter growing at her response.
''Well, Y/N- a certain someone might have informed us about an interview you did about 7 years ago when you were 11 years-old,'' David grinned, Y/N giving him a puzzled look, ''in which you said and I quote: 'I want to become a Formula 1 driver, win a World Championship and marry Jenson Button.' Does that ring any bells?''
As soon as the last words were said, Y/N turned her back to the audience and covered her gaping mouth, shocked they would bring this up after all the time that had passed.
All of the attendees were having the time of their life as they saw the obvious embarrassment on the girl's face despite her trying to cover it up.
Y/N almost tried to make a run for it, but was stopped by David who held onto her arm. ''You're not going anywhere, we're not done yet.'' He snickered, taking another look at his cards.
''Unfortunately, Jenson is not here tonight, but we do have something else for you.'' David smirked, motioning his arm to the projector behind them- the face of Jenson appearing on the big screen.
''Hello, everyone! I couldn't be there due to other engagements, but I just wanted to congratulate Y/N on her wonderful rookie season and for being awarded 'Rookie of the Year' tonight,'' Jenson's self-made video played, Y/N watching in shock that this was actually happening.
''I was made aware of your aspirations to marry me,'' she could see him holding back a huge grin, ''unfortunately, I'm not single so I'm afraid that I'll have to turn the offer down, but I'm very flattered by your confidence and determination of your 11 year-old self.'' Jenson laughed, his infamous smile making an appearance.
''Anyway- I wish you good luck for the next season and I'm sure it will be even better than this one! Again, congratulations and I hope you enjoy your evening! Bye bye!'' He bids her goodbye and the screen goes back to black.
Y/N slowly turns back around, her perplexed expression entertaining everyone in the crowd. She was feeling a mix of emotions; disbelief, happiness and also humiliation.
''You like the surprise, Y/N?'' David asked her, containing himself from bursting out in laughter.
He held the mic up to her face, but for several moments she didn't say anything, staring mindlessly at nothing. ''I'm, uh, well, that was, uh,'' she stumbled over her words, trying not to curse as it was still a formal event.
''She's speechless, ladies and gentlemen.'' David interrupted her, making everyone laugh again. ''You didn't expect that, did you?''
''No, I did not expect that, David.'' Y/N answers more clearly, her blunt tone resulting in some loud cackles being heard- she swore she recognized Lewis among them.
''Alright- well, we're going to round it up here, but you're going to celebrate your season well tonight?'' He finished the interview with his last question.
The young woman nodded her head. ''Yeah, I'm gonna drink all night to forget this.'' She responded, another symphony of laughter and snickering being heard through the large space.
''That's really great, Y/N- everyone, a round of applause for our Rookie of the Year, Y/N Y/L!'' The female driver walked as quickly as she could in heels off the stage, making her way back to her table.
Since she was still part of the Mercedes Junior Program, she had been seated with Susie, Toto and Lewis, along with a bunch of other Mercedes employees.
''You've really brightened the place up, Y/N.'' Susie told her the moment she sat down on her chair, a big smile on her face.
She jokingly rolled her eyes at the older woman, staring down at her own hands in her lap. A hand tapping her arm made her look up. ''Here,'' Lewis handed her a glass of what seemed to be champagne, ''I think you can use this.'' He sheepishly smiled.
''I've never felt this embarrassed in my life.'' She took the glass and gulped it down in one go, loudly placing the empty glass back down on the table.
''Don't drink too fast!'' Toto scolded her, not coming across as stern since he was laughing. ''You don't want to end up like Kimi over there.'' The Team Principal pointed at the Ferrari table where a drunk Kimi Raikkonen was trying to put Sebastian in a headlock.
''It's his Finnish blood.'' Y/N argued, filling up her glass again.
''It was you, wasn't it?'' There could have been only one person that informed the host about Y/N's past infatuation with the British driver, and during the break she went over to his table and confronted him about it.
Sebastian flinched at the sudden hand on his shoulder, but smiled as he took notice of who it was. Once he internalised her words, he feigned innocence. ''What do you mean? You think that I would tell anyone about Jenson?'' The teasing smirk of the Ferrari driver was one she wanted to slap from his face, but it was all in good fun.
''Dude, that was so embarrassing!'' She slapped his arm, grabbing the attention of Hanna who sat next to him. ''Can you believe it, Hanna? I was mortified.'' Y/N turned towards the woman.
''I knew it as soon as Jenson's face appeared, he was giggling like a schoolgirl.'' His partner nudged him with her elbow, Sebastian put his hands up in defeat.
''Come on, Y/N- you have to admit it was a great surprise.'' A small sprinkle of doubt had planted itself in the back of his mind, maybe it wasn't a good idea after all and she would be upset with him.
His panic of doubt was washed away as a genuine smile found its way to Y/N's face. ''It will be a nice story in a few years so thanks for that, I guess.'' Yes, she had felt incredibly ashamed, but she had also received a personal video message from her childhood crush so in her opinion, there was a good balance.
''Uh, have you seen Mick? I haven't talked to him tonight.'' She asked the couple, wanting to check up on her friend.
Hanna shook her head, while Sebastian pointed towards the door that led to the hallways. ''I think he went to the bathroom.'' He replied.
''Thanks, I'll see you two later.'' Y/N bid them goodbye, smiling at both of them before disappearing into the hallways to find the young Schumacher.
She waited against the wall across from the men's bathroom, her awkward stance must have made other people call her an idiot in their own minds. After a few minutes of looking like a weirdo, the German finally came out of the bathroom.
''What the fuck were you doing in there?'' Y/N surprised him, he didn't expect to find her waiting for him.
Mick took a deep breath to calm down, his friend had scared him good. ''Jesus Christ, what the fuck.'' His hand rested on his heart.
''You can just call me Y/N, Mickie.'' She winked at him.
'You idiot,'' he smiled, taking a step forward and pulling her in a quick hug, ''congrats on the award, by the way.''
''Thank you, I appreciate it.''
Mick chuckled. ''You know, I had totally forgotten about your crush on Jenson! It's been so long since I last heard about it.'' The German remembered all the times his friend would dream out loud about her 'future marriage' to the British driver.
''I had forgotten about it too, until Seb decided I needed a good reminder.'' Y/N said, sarcastically making him laugh.
The youngest Schumacher was about to reply, but was interrupted by a certain Ferrari driver.
''Hey, Y/N! If you want to marry Jenson, you can marry Jenson! I'll be there to support you!'' Kimi wrapped his arms around Mick and Y/N's shoulders, holding them close to him.
The young woman held in her laughter, simply patting his chest. ''Thanks, Kimi. I'll remember that.''
The Fin looked from her to Mick. ''Too bad, man! I know how much you like her!'' He ruffled the guy's hair, a sad expression on his face to convey his sympathy for Mick.
Both youngsters widened their eyes, one in shock and the other in embarrassment. ''Okay- it was good to see you, Kimi!'' The Prema driver lightly pushed him away, his cheeks colouring red.
''I can help you if- Hey, Jean!'' Kimi took notice of Jean Todt on the other side of the hallway and walked over there, leaving the two of them alone again.
Y/N glanced at Mick who was avoiding her eyes. ''You want to tell me something, Schumacher?'' She smirked.
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