⤿ tags: main character death, car accidents, religious guilt
⤿ wc: 5.6k
⤿ a/n: .......i'm sorry !! this was stuck in my brain for so long now,,,, the shitty quali made me finish it 😞😞 anyways. uh. hope you enjoy....??? i think
A car crash sends Carlos into a really difficult journey with his beliefs, along with the weight of losing the man he loves.
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Carlos going through the five stages of grief while facing his relationship with religion.
how can you look at me and pretend (i'm someone you've never met)
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⤿ rated m
⤿ carlando / brief norapinto
⤿ tags: hurt no comfort, break up, unhappy ending
⤿ wc: 4.1k
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I’m sorry and We can't be together and This isn't working for me, mi vida and tears, and hugs, warm hands holding his cheeks, thumbs wiping away tears, and feeling droplets of rain fall on his face because of course it would rain right then, and watching Carlos walk off with all of Lando’s emotions and love washed away by the rain, swirling down the drain.
⤿ some tags: hurt no comfort, angst, enemies to lovers, bittersweet ending.
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⤿ summary:
When Lando Norris gets sent to a “business”mission in Monaco, he's constantly shadowed by one Max Verstappen. That really screws his business goals.
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⤿ a/n: hi! so, new norstappen fic! yay! this has been in my brain for months now, and i've spent such a long time working through the context and the families and the plot to the point where i feel like this is my passion project. the updates will be slow, because this one requires a lot of planning and plotting, but i was just so excited to have finished the prologue that i've decided to post it now! also, this is in no way glorifying and/or promoting mobs and mafias. also also, my fics are now archive locked, because 5/8 of the ones i posted previously were scraped. fuck you ai.
-> short lil tsunorris blurb about lando going to an animal shelter to get a dog but ending up being completely charmed by one yuki tsunoda and leaving with a cat hehe
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The animal shelter was quiet, the hum of the air conditioning and low chatter filling Lando’s ears, ringing into his brain. There were a lot of people there— but they all kept their voices low. Something about not scaring the pets?
Lando was there to get a dog. Finally, after years of putting it off, being away for business trips with Max and a whole lotta meetings with suppliers— seriously, why was fabric so expensive?— Quadrant had finally settled into something they could manage from afar.
Lando glanced around the shelter’s reception, a cozy room with couches laid out and people cradling their new furry friends. Lando waited in front of the main desk, tapping his fingers against the wood. He didn't know where to go— he didn't even know if he could go alone. Probably not.
The door on the left side opened, and in came a couple cradling what seemed to be only a ball of white fur, but when Lando looked closer, a pair of blue cat eyes blinked up, a low meow rising from its throat.
Behind the couple was a short man, black hair falling on his eyes and a navy blue polo shirt, the collar unbuttoned and showing off some silver necklaces layered atop each other. His arms were thick, and he glanced at Lando with almost fully black eyes, the only indication they were brown coming from the light reflecting on his face.
“Hi. I’m Yuki,” the guy— Yuki, apparently— said, stepping behind the reception desk, leaning down to type something on a computer. His voice was slightly rough, with an accent that made Lando blink slowly. His voice is nice. “Nice to meet you. What brings you here today?”
“Uhhh. I’m Lando,” he said, running his fingers through his hair, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “You… only take care of the cats? Or do you, uhm, help with dogs too?”
“Cats. If you’re looking for a dog, I can call someone over, no problem, just-”
“No! No, no,” Lando cut in, waving a hand around, cheeks growing a bit hotter. “I want a cat. Yeah. A cat. Definitely here for a cat.” What the fuck?
“...Okay, you want a cat,” Yuki repeated, and Lando swore the guy was holding back a smile. “I’ll take you to meet them while we talk and I get the necessary info from you for the possible adoption, yeah?”
Lando nodded dumbly, following Yuki down the same hall he had just emerged from and his eyes definitely weren't stuck to the way the other man's shoulders flexed and the way his back tensed nope not at all walked all the way down to the end, where a windowed door apparently gave way to fucking cat land.
Everything was covered in what appeared to be a thin layer of cat fur, several shelves on the wall that varied in size and length and even shape where many cats were perched, along with a corner solely for food bowls and water fountains splayed around the room. Lando had to really watch where he was walking because of the amount of cat toys on the floor.
“Ouch- fuck- shit- what the fuck,” Lando hissed, looking down at his leg, finding a small orange cat clawing its way up his pants, meowing so loud Lando thought the cat was going to combust. “What the fuck.”
“Ah, yeah, sorry about that,” Yuki said, not sounding the slightest bit sorry about it. In fact, Lando thought Yuki was about to burst out laughing. “That’s Bob. He's, uh, what we call a velcro cat. He just… attaches himself onto us.”
“Shit, his claws are fucking sharp,” Lando grumbled, bending down slightly to pick up the cat, holding it up with one hand. “You’re an asshole. Yeah, you.”
The cat pawed at Lando’s face, making him scrunch his nose, but there was the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “How old is he? He’s, like, fucking tiny.”
“Bob just turned one,” Yuki said, walking over to one of the shelves and picking up a fat black cat, holding it like a baby. “This is Nora. She's three, and she's very cuddly.”
“Yeah, you're the biggest- huh? Oh, yeah, more cats,” Lando said, still not letting go of the orange cat, letting it climb on his shoulder. “I- well. This one is… quite okay.”
“Well. Let's get the paperwork done, then.”
And, about an hour later, Lando left the animal shelter with a cat and way too much cat stuff that Yuki had shoved into his hands, deeming it absolutely necessary for a new cat parent.
When Lando stepped into his apartment, he realized he actually had no idea on how to take care of a cat.
He supposed he would have to make the immense sacrifice of going back to the animal shelter to talk to Yuki.
4, 36, 47 i chose these completely at random, so do whatever ship you want!
-> tsunorris
-> this is set on the same universe as this fic
⊱ a/n: something fluffy before today's race & after yesterday's quali
prompts
4. “Walk out that door and we’re through.”
36. “Is that my shirt?”
47. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
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Lando walked into his living room, squinting slightly at the bright sunlight through the tall windows. A yawn escaped his lips as he glanced around, being immediately replaced by a smile at the sight of his fiancé splayed on the couch, eyes turned to the television.
“Good morning,” Lando murmured, rubbing slightly at his eyes as he approached Yuki, glaring slightly at the cat. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah. You?” Yuki scooted to the side to give Lando some space, who, in turn, immediately plopped down on the couch and hid his face in Yuki’s shoulder. “God, you're seriously like a- what's the word? A man-child.”
“I’m just a cuddly person,” Lando grumbled, throwing one arm over Yuki’s waist and pulling him closer, feeling the brush of Yuki’s shirt against his bare chest. Lando took a deep breath, the smell of mint soap and aftershave filling his nostrils. Along with the smell of… his own perfume?
“Yuki, is that my shirt or do you just smell like me?” Lando lifted his head, nose brushing against Yuki’s cheek.
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“This is my shirt. The one I was wearing last night before we went to sleep. You stole my shirt!”
“It was on the floor. We're getting married. What's mine is yours and vice versa,” Yuki pointed out, gently pushing Lando’s head down again, to which Lando went willingly. “You can wear one of my shirts. I’m sure there's one on the floor as well.”
“Your shirts are a bit short for me, and they get like. Floppy around my arms,” Lando mumbled, pressing a kiss to Yuki’s neck, and then another. “Did you agree to marry me just because of your evil master plan to steal all my clothes?”
“You caught me,” Yuki said dramatically, letting out a low giggle as Lando poked his side. “Stop that.”
“No, I like watching you twitch and squirm,” Lando slid his hand under his Yuki’s shirt, fingers moving through his ribcage and sides, tickling and poking. He pressed another kiss on Yuki’s skin, this time on his jaw, chuckling at Yuki’s attempts to push away from him.
Yuki slid from under Lando’s grip and quickly scurried away down the hall, and Lando just let his head fall back, not even bothering to glance at where his soon to be husband went. “You walk out that door and we're through, Tsunoda!”
“Sure. I’ll take Mango with me. You don't even like her, anyways,” Yuki’s voice was getting closer to the living room.
Lando watched with a large smile as Yuki reappeared in the doorway, sitting up straight when Yuki approached him.
“You’ll just give me an excuse to visit you more often. I quite like the devilish fur ball you call a cat,” Lando murmured, letting out a low oof when Yuki sat down on his lap, arms immediately circling around Yuki’s waist.
“You can have my shirt. I like how it looks on you,” Lando added. He was still smiling when Yuki kissed him, hands on his hair. He couldn't believe he was going to marry that man in a few months.
1, 2 and 11 with any ship u want. im feeling angstyyyy
-> jendo
prompts
1. “We're not just friends and you fucking know it.”
2. “Please don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry.”
11. “I need some time.”
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Lando didn't know how they'd gotten to this point.
It wasn't supposed to mean so much. He wasn't supposed to feel like this for a man double his age, but it happened anyway. He wasn't supposed to get attached to Jenson in any way, shape or form. But he had done it anyway.
It had started about a year before, a blurry, drunken night after Lando’s first win in Miami, hot kisses being exchanged in the back of a high end club, strong hands all over his body and a drive back to Jenson’s hotel room, a messy bed in the morning and Jenson nowhere to be seen.
They had said it wouldn't happen again— a lie. A big one, at that. Every race Jenson was at for Sky Sports, they'd cram themselves into any empty office or closet, leaving only when Lando’s hair was extremely messy and Jenson’s shoulders were filled with light red bruises.
And it wasn't only that. They took a few trips together— weekend trips to quiet places, or big trips during summer break to isolated beaches where they could just… be. And they went on dates— a lot of them, dinners at fancy restaurants after a race or breakfast in unsuspecting diners.
Either way, it happened way more times than they should've— about ten or twenty more times, since that was never meant to happen. And Lando got attached; he craved Jenson’s presence next to him, craved those whispers of reassurance after a tough race.
His biggest mistake was to ask for something more. Which brought them to this: Lando standing in the middle of Jenson’s hotel room in Miami— because the destiny seemed to enjoy fucking with them— with a pained expression on his face.
“Lando, come on,” Jenson said, head in hands, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I thought I was clear. This meant- pretty much nothing. It wasn't meant to mean so much to you. We’re just friends who like to hook up every now and then.”
“Friends?” Lando murmured, stepping closer to Jenson, eyebrows furrowed and hands trembling. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it, Jenson. Unless the meaning of friends to you is something along the lines of ‘We fuck, we travel together, we go on dates’— like, fuck, honestly, if that's how you treat your friends I’m fucking concerned—, we’re not just friends.”
Lando’s vision was blurred, his whole body trembling as he verged on tears, clenched fists to stop himself from trembling more. He blinked the tears away, wiping his eye with his sleeve.
“Lando, love, don't cry. Please don't cry,” Jenson’s voice cracked. Lando took a step back when the older man got to his feet, hands coming up to cradle Lando’s face. Hands that fell to his sides when Lando avoided his touch. “I can't stand to see you cry.”
“Yeah, well, you should've thought about that,” Lando ran a hand through his hair, tugging at his curls with way more strength than necessary, some strands falling down between his fingers. “You can't fucking tell me it meant nothing, Jenson. You can't.”
“I never said that. I said it wasn't supposed to mean anything. Please, don't go, we can solve this. I’m sure there's a way—”
“There is a way, just not one you're willing to accept,” Lando passed through Jenson in a few quick steps, making his way towards the door. “I need some time, Jenson. Don't talk to me until you've made up your mind. You know what you have to do. I’m not accepting any more fucking crumbs from you.”
Lando stepped out the room and slammed the door shut, angrily wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, the tears that escaped dampening his skin.
Yuki never knew that he needed to see Lando Norris playing the drums, but now that he had seen, he wondered how his brain had never bothered to think of that.
i know we're losing (but we lose together) | norrussell
some norrussell post-race comfort because i am going through it! 841 words and pretty much just fluff! also some lowkey 81 slander whoooooops
For all the happiness and glory Lando had felt in Melbourne the previous week, came an equally devastating and disappointing weekend in Shanghai.
The Sprint was already shitty, with him going off the track and having to hold out until the end of the race, with a shitty qualification right after — aborting fast laps because his teammate was going to get pole, starting P3 because of said aborted laps. Everything was shaping up to be bad. And when the team discussed the possibility of him playing second driver, he knew he was done for.
He should’ve felt happy for his finish. P2 with an amazing start and great pace during the whole race, plus having to hold out several laps with a barely-there brake? It was a champion’s effort. So why didn’t he feel happy at all?
Lando had tried his very best to keep smiling and praising Oscar throughout the post-race interviews and the grilling questions in the media pen, but it hadn’t been enough, apparently, because when he went back to the hotel, George was waiting in front of Lando’s suite.
“Hi,” Lando said, forcing out a smile, his cheeks straining with the effort. “What’s up? Mega race for yo- us, out there.”
“Yeah, you can stop that already,” George complained, taking a few steps closer to Lando, who immediately dropped the smile and let his shoulders slump. “Talk to me, baby, please.”
“It’s just- let’s go inside first,” Lando fished the room key from his pocket with trembling hands, pressed the small card to the lock and pushed the door open after the mechanism beeped and held the door open for George.
Lando didn’t talk. He closed the door and walked further into the semi-apartment suite, beelining for the bedroom. He heard another set of footsteps behind him, but he didn’t bother to look at George. Not now, because if he did, he was certain he’d break down on the spot.
Lando flopped down on the bed, one hand tugging at his own hair, face carefully blank as he stared up to the ceiling. The mattress dipped next to his body, and soon he was being gently pulled to the side, until his head was practically on George’s lap.
“I was faster. I was faster throughout the whole race, George. Why? Last week we were free to race, this week I wasn’t allowed to do so. Zak- Zak said it was a good thing that my brakes died,” Lando’s voice was broken, his throat battling against his brain to put the words out. “I- I feel awful for- for feeling like this.”
“You do have all the right to feel like that,” George said, swapping Lando’s hand with his to thread through the brown curls Lando had been almost ripping out. Lando opened his mouth to protest, but George was quicker. “You do. You’ve been bleeding for McLaren for years, Lan. It’s been your team, your mission to restore the glory they once had for years.”
“Yeah, but… I just- I needed the points more than he did. I’m- I know it’s only the second race, but I’m leading, George. I feel bad for thinking like that, when there are drivers getting disqualified and spinning and not finishing the race, y’know?”
“And it’s not only that. They didn’t even care about my race. I got the short end of the stick despite- fuck, I don’t want to say I’m better than him. It’s unfair to do that to him-”
“You are better than him,” George cut in, and Lando finally, finally looked into his eyes, brows knitting together. “What? I can say it, he’s not my teammate.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m your boyfriend. It’s like my mum saying it.”
“Max says you’re better too.”
“Max doesn’t count, either,” Lando grumbled, pouting slightly. But his mood was improving, he had to admit. The crease in his brows was slowly disappearing, the tension in his shoulders melting away bit by bit.
“I’m pretending I didn’t hear your last two comments, Anyways,” George’s voice grew slightly at Lando’s small protest, his fingers scratching gently at Lando’s scalp. “You can and- honestly, should feel that way. I’d be more concerned if you didn’t and were prancing around all happy, willing to be walked over like that. And you are better than him, in a way. Just look at the stats and the car improvement. That was all you and your feedback.”
“Now, come on, we both stink. Let’s take a shower, yeah? We have a podium to celebrate, and I’m thinking-” George got cut off by Lando’s hand over his mouth, and Lando felt the grin that spread on his boyfriend’s lips against his palm.
“Fine. You win. Just this once,” Lando agreed, rolling down from the bed and rising to his feet, hand extended to George. “C’mon, before you say I stink again.”
“That made you smile, didn’t it? That was all I wanted.”
And, despite the shit weekend, Lando felt marginally better. He knew he’d always have George to count on.
the way to a man's heart is through his stomach — a guide
ʚɞ rated t, 7.6k words, tsunorris
⊱ this work is part of the rarepair fest! it's a 5+1 about cooking <3 this is pretty much just fluff
Lando walked over to the stove, wrapping his arms around Yuki’s waist and pressing his nose to the top of his head. Lando had to bend over quite a lot, but he didn't mind. One of his hands was splayed over Yuki’s abs, the other tracing mindless patterns against his ribs as he peppered kisses all over Yuki’s head and cheeks, smiling softly at the redness creeping up on Yuki’s face.
“Stop that, I’m making breakfast for us,” Yuki complained, but Lando felt his back lean against his chest, messy black hair pressed against his skin. Lando straightened up and glanced at the pan, his smile being immediately replaced by a distasteful frown.
crawling back to you (ever thought of calling when you've had a few?)
ʚɞ rated m, 10.3k words, angsty carlando <3
Lando had always admired the way Carlos raced, but he hadn't realized how much he missed seeing it in a car equal to his, the dark green helmet — a much needed change after years of Ferrari red and yellow, if you asked Lando — tucked between the black and orange of the McLaren flying around the track.
ʚɞ rated m, chapter 1/?, currently at 1.9k words, tsunorris !
“I wouldn't even think of that, Yukino,” Daniel said, pushing the entire door open and lightly pushing Lando ahead, who was still busy staring at the man, his mouth agape. Black hair falling on his eyes — damn, the eyes seemed like they'd draw Lando into a dark pond. The man was practically all eyes and a crooked smile, a gap between his front teeth that matched Lando’s own smile. But fuck, the arms were going to be his death. The man had muscles, a lot of them. Lando swallowed dryly and looked up at the man. His boss.
“Hi, I’m Lando. Norris,” he said, quite dumbly, extending a hand out. “I’m, uhhh. The new waiter. You’re- uhhhh, very strong. For, ummm-”
@blairdii , the biggest tsunorris truther (i promise to complete the norapinto uni au)
so, i'm not really the type of person that does posts like this, because this isn't fucking twitter and i didn't think that there would be people stooping down so many levels as to spread lies and misinformation about me. ME.
i have been receiving so many anons over the last few days about my age, because apparently some people think i'm 14??? and there's nothing i can do that makes them stop. i've blocked so many people but it doesn't fucking work. take a look below.
as you can see, it's currently spread out between my two accounts, this one and lnfourmemos. i had switched to another account for a day or two, but even then, people kept talking about me. (is this how lando feels? bc it sucks ass)
first, the claims of me writing smut. I DON'T. one look at my ao3 clearly indicates that i don't fucking do that. i've written implied sexual content because it's a fucking part of life, woooweee. but i've never gone and outright written explicit sexual content. the ONE explicit work i have is because of other shit.
either way, i have blocked a lot of you, but there's 30 fucking something people who are going with ALT accounts to do this shit. you all sit behind the screens so high and mighty, but there's actual people behind it. for a fanbase of a driver that preaches about mental health, some of you really aren't doing it. it's not nice being on the receiving end of those comments. it really isn't.
anyways. it's really, really tiring and upsetting to be in this situation. me and my friends are literally getting scared of opening notifications because of this deal. this is plain fucking harassment. you are doing to us what the drivers on that track preach against. you are doing to us something that while yes, in a smaller scale, is so similar to what lando went through.
i just needed to put this out there and bring some fucking awareness. thank you.
and i know damn well which ones of you are doing this shit. you keep calling out my name on your account and saying shit that i haven't even done. you blocked me, i blocked you. there's no fucking way i'm harassing you. shut UP. for someone that's “being harassed”, you're the one doing it to me.
tagging my girl who was also affected @landosversion
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