໑ content ﹙takes place during the half blood prince, reader and blaise are friends with benefits, mentions of reader being a prefect, blaise is smitten, slight/ mild oral [m receiving], theme of vague voyeurism, one google translated italian word, a poorly described handjob﹚
The train car was full of hearty laughs and loud chatter as the magical locomotive made its way to Hogwarts. Inside the tiny Ravenclaw space, Sue Li, one of your best friends, retold one of her summer ‘worsts’.
Your group pretty much owled each other the entire summer but hearing the story in its entirety left your little squad in stitches - yourself included.
A chuckle escaped your lips at the tale of Sue’s menace of a little sister using the ‘engorgio’ spell on her pet spider just to have it rummage through her closet and destroy one of her favourite pairs of shoes had Padma clutching at her side the whole time. “It’s not funny! Those Dior boots were fucking expensive!” She chided you two. “I swear to Merlin I wanted to beat her ass so bad. And do you know what mother said-”
Sue’s pitched voice faded into the background as your attention drifted to the vast expanse of land the train chugged past. And although it was pretty, nothing could ever come close to the acres and acres of greenery of the Italian vineyard you had spent two and a half weeks of summer at.
You were dotted on like a princess - his princess. Even the warm morning sun rays licked at your skin with tenderness. Birds chipped away outside your window - melodiously singing tunes you could never understand. You never had to lift a finger. Oh how you wish you could go back. . .
Half way through the journey, you decided to take a short walk around the train - and possibly find the Trolley Lady for some more sweets. You were a sweet tooth, you see.
Humming a soft tune to yourself, you made your way through the train and past one of the Slytherin’s cars - making a brief eye-contact with a certain Slytherin who swore he felt his heart rate pick up quite a bit.
Quickly, and nonchalantly, the Slytherin slipped away from his friends and followed you to a more deserted part of the train - where the two of you could be alone.
It was always like this between you two. You would led, and he'd forever follow. He was like a moth drawn to the irresistible flame that was you. A sunflower which didn't mind getting burnt facing the sun, as long as the sun shone brightly down at him - a smitten lovesick Blaise.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you it's wrong to follow a witch into a dark corner?” You turned to face him - a small smirk playing on your lips; the sweets you had just bought clutched in your palm.
“My mother never mentioned anything about the witch being this breathtakingly beautiful.” He moved so close that you could smell the familiar scent of the cologne you got him as a gift over summer. “Hi beautiful.” His arms found home round your waist as he pulled you in for a soft kiss.
“Kissing me in public?” You softly yelped as one of his palms grabbed and slapped at your ass. “Should I take ten points from Slytherin?”
“You can take a hundred points from Slytherin for all I care as long as I get to hold you like this longer.” He whispered into your shoulder, placing gentle kisses at the exposed skin of your neck.
“You really do have a way with words, Zabini.” You hummed, as the soft skin of his lips ghosted past your sweet spot - your knees instantly turning into putty.
“Anything for my beautiful lady.” His voice, as deep as it could get. “I missed you.” He drew his face away from your neck. His dark brown eyes tenderly gazing at you. The hold on your waist never flattering. “Did you miss me?”
He was hopeful, pleading with Merlin that you somewhat felt the same way about him the way he did about you. You could see it.
Deciding against answering him, you pulled him into one of the empty cars and locked it - quickly muttering a spell to shut the drapes. “How about you show me how much you missed me?” You always did this - never really answering him when the question felt too intimate.
“Oh - you know I could do so much more than showing you.” He walks over to you. His hands find their way back around your waist - but this time he hikes you up by the back of your thighs and walks over to the couch and sets himself on it - making you straddle him as a result. “But I want to hold you instead. Is that okay?”
Ignoring the slight bulge pressing against your core, you nodded - wordlessly.
“My mother says hi.” He says, earning a small chuckle from you. Over the two and half weeks you spent at the Zabini vineyard, you loved being in Mrs Zabini’s company. She was actually your idol - you admired her a lot.
Unbeknownst to you Mrs Zabini adored you. She was a bit iffy with the idea of a ‘girl friend’ of his son coming over for a few days at first. But she warmed up to you - quickly realizing why her son was quite taken by you.
“Your dick is pressing against my pussy- and you bring up your mother?”
“I’m just passing her regards.” His warm hands mindlessly drawing mindless shapes and patterns up and down your thighs - mentally thanking Merlin you chose to wear one of his favourite skirts on you. “She really enjoyed your company over the summer. It’s rare to see her that genuinely excited.”
“I had a fun time as well. Although, it was quite strange to see the collection of eyeballs she kept as souvenirs from her previous marriages.” You recalled, slightly leaning forward to faintly brush at his cheek.
Blaise could only nod as he tried to will his hard on away. How could he not get hard when you looked so gorgeous sitting on top of him? How could he not get hard when the sinful, naked, image of you bouncing on his dick, was still fresh on his mind?
The memory of your delicious looking breasts jiggling as he thrusted deeper and deeper into you was one he wanted to frame as a picture and mount it in his bedroom for his eyes alone.
Fuck- the muffled noises you made as you tried to stay quite as he relentlessly pounded into you on his balcony in the middle of the night rang as clear as day in his ears.
The feel of your warm pussy gripping his dick like a vice-
“Blaise?” The soft sound of your voice lulled him back to reality. “Can I take care of it?” You pressed down, and slowly grinded on his hard on. The idea of getting caught made you wetter, and hornier, by the second.
The Slytherin boy could never say no to you. “Fuck- please-” His strained voice had you smiling and shimmying off his lap.
Giggling to yourself, your hand slowly dipped into his sweats and grabbed at his dick. He felt heavy against your palm - the warm precum already dripping from his tip. With laboured breaths, the Zabini boy threw his head against the wall at the feel of your warm tongue against his dick.
“Fuck!” He lowly muttered under his breath. His eyes fell shut at the wonderful sensation. He could cum right there, and then. Placing soft kisses on the veins on his dick, your thumb teased his slit - earning a sharp inhale from him.
“I love it when your dick reacts like this.” You praised - your hand slowly pumping up and down his dick. Bringing your other hand to his balls, you softly squeezed them as your pace on his shaft quickened - making him jolt and thrust into your hand.
“Fuck- bellissima. . . I-”
Getting on your knees, you placed multiple kisses on his abdomen and balls - which quickly sent him over the edge. Strings of hot cum shot up and landed on your face and lips - slowly dripping into your hands as well. You slowly licked him clean and placed a heavy kiss on his dick as you came up.
Straddling him again, you placed a soft kiss on his lips - a goofy grin plastered on his face.
“I think. . . I think I love you.”
His confession felt as a surprise to you. And judging by your shocked, and unsure, reaction, Blaise knew he had fucked up.
Friends don’t kiss.
Friends don’t fuck each other as often and in the manner that you two did.
And friends definitely don’t say I love you especially not with as much conviction as he did.
friends don’t kiss. friends don’t fuck each other as often and in the manner that you two did. and friends definitely don’t say i love you, especially not with as much conviction as he did.
in a story plot as old as the hills, only this time, perhaps the boy doesn't get the girl. . . or does he?
໑ pairing ﹙blaise zabini x ravenclaw!reader﹚
໑ content ﹙takes place during the half blood prince, reader and blaise are thinly vagued friends with benefits, unprotected sex, angsty-angst, he fell first and he fell harder trope, reader is somewhat emotionally constipated, blaise is smitten, and exactly what reader needs, tooth-rooting fluff, padma being a girl's girl, mentions of daddy issues, reader is quite oblivious it's sad, themes of classism and elitism﹚
• witchy [ part one ]
• witch-ier [ part two ]
• not exactly the witch-iest [ part three ]
• just the right witchy [ part four ]
໑ note: uploads aren't quite scheduled, bear with me
໑ content ﹙takes place during the half blood prince, reader and draco are secretly dating and are currently going through a rough patch, reader is amazing at charms, harry's awful in this i'm not sorry, reader is bestfriends with the trio, angst sort of (?)﹚
based on the movie
You plopped next to Harry in the Great Hall, a tired, exhausted, sigh escaping your pink glossed lips. Tired didn't even begin to describe how you were feeling at the moment.
In between perfecting your charms skills, studying and worrying senseless about your boyfriend, you didn't get much sleep.
"Stop it, Ron." Hermione says as she places a gentle hand on his.
Not particularly fond of snow, you harshly wiped the soft white ice crystals off the table and even ruffled some out of your hair.
"Tell me how I broke up with Lavender again." Ron asks for the third time, making you groan in irritation, earning an annoyed look from the red-haired boy.
Lost in your world, the mention of the name 'Katie' and Harry scrambling out of the seat as if it were on fire brought you back to reality.
"Harry?" You called out after him.
And in of the corner of your eye, you saw him.
Draco.
Your boyfriend, or at least you hoped he still was.
You hadn't seen him in weeks. He never replied to any of the numerous owls you sent him. He'd always avoid meeting your eyes. He avoided you in the hallways as well.
You missed him, truly. Did he miss you as well? You couldn't tell.
And honestly, you were beginning to think he didn't.
Nonetheless, your poor heart couldn't take in the sight of him. There was no way the frail-looking boy before you was your boyfriend.
Gone was the familiar hint of smug his light grey eyes held, in its place were grey coloured hues filled with uncertainty, worry, and anxiety. And just when you thought he couldn't get any paler, he was damn near as white as a plain sheet of paper. The half sweater handing off his frame made him look much more skinnier than when you last saw him.
You were really concerned about your Slytherin boy, and seeing Harry rush towards him with a determined look on his face had you getting up as well.
Hot on his tail, you tried calling out his name, "Harry! Harry!"
Something bad was going to happen. You could feel it, and honestly it scared the hell out of you.
You watched your friend's silhouette disappear around the corner, and you couldn't help but pick up your speed.
"Harry!" The Gryffindor finally came to a stop outside the prefect's bathroom. And ignoring your calls for him, he walked right in, you following close behind.
The sound of your boyfriend sobbing by himself near the sinks had you stopping in your tracks. Your heart broke as you heard his uneven breathing pierce through the calm, cold air. His body shaking like a frail twig on a windy day.
You wanted nothing more than to pull him in for a hug, but you couldn't.
"I know what you did, Malfoy" Harry taunted the blonde boy. "You hexed her, didn't you?"
Huh?
Before you could properly wrap your head around the harrowing accusation. A blue light shot at Harry, prompting both of you to duck out of the way.
In retaliation, Harry shot a blast at him, narrowingly missing his frail form to hit the sink; making it explode and burst out water.
"Harry!" You desperately tried to reason with him. "You're going to hurt him." Your voice shook with desperation; as fear gripped your spine like a vice.
"Hurt him?" Harry looked at you incredulously. "He's shooting at me as well! Wait- why do you even care?"
"Hurting him will only put you in trouble, Harry!" You tried to get through to him.
However, your words seemingly landed on deaf ears, as barely two seconds later the Potter boy yelled; "SECTUMSEMPRA!"
You watched in horror as Draco's body flung backwards; landing on the wet floor with a sickening thud. Your hand immediately flew to your chest as a surprised shriek left your lips.
"Draco!" You quickly pushed past the Gryffindor.
Another choked sob fell past your lips. Kneeling beside his bloody figure, your hands immediately went to cradle his head. Tears couldn't stop running down your soft features as you watched your boyfriend not only cry out in pain but also watched as blood steadily seep out of him.
"What are you doing?" Harry grimaced. "He's the enemy!" You paid him no mind.
You had more important things to worry about. With a shaky hand, you pulled out your wand, muttering a vulnera sanentur as you brushed over his wounds.
Your shaky hands then wiped his face. Your fingers brushed his tears and blood, with a gentle touch as if he were delicate glass.
"It's going to be okay." You whisper, more like choked on your own sobs, to him. "You're going to be okay."
To be honest, Draco hadn't noticed you, at first. He was too caught up in his own misery and anxiety over his assignment from the dark Lord to notice your worrying figure beside the boy he hated with all his being.
As the laceration curse hit him, Draco swore he saw his life flash in front of him. He saw his father rotting in a some cell in Azkaban. He saw his mother back in the manor; worried sick about her son.
And most importantly he saw you. His girlfriend.
Oh, how he missed you. He missed your smiles. He missed the sound of your voice. He missed how you stick out your tongue when in deep concentration. He missed how you were the only one who knew him for him, not as a Malfoy.
Oh, Merlin. There was so much he wanted to share with you, but he couldn't. He hated how he had to ignore your existence as if you weren't his first love; just to protect you from the dark Lord.
As he lay in the cold water, in agonizing pain, you were all he could think off.
So when he heard your voice, he honestly thought he was dreaming, hallucinating from the pain. When he felt your soft touch, the blonde boy wanted nothing more than to reach out for you.
However, his limp body failed him each time.
"It's okay." He heard you whisper. "I got you."
໑ note ﹙first fic in almost seven months. sorry if it's a bit boring﹚
so after almost seven months from being away from this blog, i decided to come back.
i've been through so much these past seven months y'all don't even know 😭. those seven months left me with so much pent up anger, anxiety and depression, i genuinely didn't want to exist.
can't say i'm out of the wood works yet, but i did miss cooking up random plots in my google docs and posting them for y'all to read. it made me happy seeing you guys enjoy them.
and to my 544 followers. . . thank you for still being here honestly 😭🫶🏾 i love each and every one of guys 💕
໑ pairing ﹙gangleaderdaughter!karina x sheriffdaughter!reader﹚
໑ content ﹙reader & karina have somewhat of a preestablished relationship, secret relationship, mutual masturbation(?), orgasm denial, use of pet names, a double sided pink dildo appearance, light use of a vibrator, nipple play, fluff if you squint real hard﹚
We were Built to be Two Enemies.
The nature of your relationship with Karina was, to put it in a simple way, morally blurred. Naturally, you two were supposed to be enemies; with your fathers being on the opposite sides of the legal system and all.
The mere mention of the gang leader's daughter should raise nothing but bile in your throat, and not the butterflies that flutter around in your stomach.
Gang leader Yu had been making your dad's life quite difficult; never letting him rest with all the chaos he had been causing around town.
Little did he know, though, that his precious daughter, the apple of his eye, his favourite daughter, was taken by his rival's daughter. He would blow a gasket if he learnt what his daughter did whenever she remained in school after hours 'to study'.
A part of you thanks the heavens for a rebellious spirit. Sneaking out of the house that one night to go to a party might have been the best decision you had ever made.
Fast-forward to the present day, as the cold hands of nervousness gripped your spine like a vice, your breath was a little laboured from the insane amount of stairs you had just gone up; in heels too.
Save for your heart beating as loud, and not to mention as fast, as drums at a live concert, all you could hear was the subtle 'click-clack-click-clack' of your heeled boots against the carpeted floor as you made your way down the dimly lit hallway.
Hugging your leather trench coat closer to your body, you slowly came to a stop outside the unfamiliar door.
Quickly pulling out your phone, you checked your messages, just to be sure. 'XO Motel. 11pm. Room 17.'
10:58pm. Just in time. You inhaled sharply before raising your arm to announce your presence.
Your closed fist raps against the old, wooden door. *knock, knock* *a beat of silence* *knock, knock, knock* *another beat of silence* *knock, knock*. The knocks were a secret code between you and the woman behind the closed door. Said knocks, however, weren't exactly 'secrety', but it was a code nonetheless.
Almost immediately, Karina's head poked through the slightly open door. A pretty smile dawning on her soft features at the sight of you, a nervous you.
Playfully smirking at your nervous form, her warm hand reached over to grab your colder ones to pull you into the much, much warmer room. You hadn't realized how cold it was outside until the sudden wave of warmth hit you like a truck.
Locking the door behind her, Karina turns. And you finally get a proper look at her outfit and fuck-
The teasing images she sent you earlier didn't do her justice, at all. The way the flimsy pink satin nightwear she had on deliciously hugged her curves. Her hardened nipples, poking through the thin material, stared at you; begging you to take them into your warm mouth.
Honestly, you couldn't help but lick your bottom lip, slowly tucking it between your teeth; your nervousness loong forgotten. Horniness taking full control of your body, and all five senses.
Bodies Running on a Dream, Up All Night.
You couldn't help but shiver as Karina freed your boobs from the tight hold of your bra. The soft nubs hardening almost immediately, and quite deliciously too.
"I missed you." Her voice fills your ears. "I missed these." She playfully pinched at one of your hardened nubs, eliciting a soft yelp from you, before softly licking at it and slowly kissing her way to your lips.
Mmh. You could feel your head swoon.
"You like that?" She teased.
"More." You greedily replied. Her fingers slowly inched to your cunt to grant you the pleasure you desperately needed.
You weren't sure when you started walking back until the back of your knees hit the bed; sending both of you falling onto the bed in a messy fit of laughter.
Crawling on top of her, you pinned her arms above her head, your eyes shining in mischief.
"Taking control, I see." Her pearly whites shone at you.
Rolling your eyes, you placed a soft kiss on her pink glossed lips; effectively shutting her up.
Cherry? Your favourite taste.
You and Me are a Twisted Fantasy.
Your soft moans filled the tiny motel room as Karina continued her sweet assault on your wet cunt. The way she had the vibrator pressed on your nub as she kissed and licked at your sweet spots had you seeing stars in a way you couldn't describe.
Harshly pinching and pulling at your own nipples only sent you further over the edge. Feeling the oh-so familiar pressure building in your lower stomach, you attempted to close your legs; something Karina protested.
And just when you were about to cum, Karina stopped her assault on you; a surprised shriek falling past your swollen lips.
"What the fuck?" You couldn't help but utter. "Why did yo- why did you stop?" You panted. Your hand moving to stroke your wet cunt; desperately needing a way to relieve yourself.
Without saying a word, Karina seductively crawled up the bed; the sly smirk playing on her lips never falling. "Patience, bunny." She whispered into your ear; her warm breath sending delicious shivers down your spine. "Patience."
Reaching for the top drawer, Karina pulled out a pink double-sided silicone dildo and you couldn't help but gasp in surprise. Just half the size would be enough to properly stretch you out.
"Wanna christen it?" Karina's tongue slowly licked up the length of the pink toy, never breaking eye contact with you. Her hooded eyes watched as you crawled to meet her half way to lick the other length of the sex toy. Your fingers finding her soft molds to pinch and pull at.
Your fingers slowly moved to cup her warm cunt; delighting in how wet she was before slipping a finger inside her.
"Your moans are so pretty, doll." You couldn't help but praise as you kissed at her neck. "You sound like an angel. . . My angel." You other hand moved to grab at her waist and pulled her into your lap.
You watched as her mouth formed the little 'o' shape; as she slightly twitched in your hold. You fastened your pace as you captured her nipple once again into your mouth; sucking and biting at it sending her quickly over the edge, just as she did to you earlier you pulled your fingers away.
"Hey!" She giggled. "Not fair you minx."
Pulling the dildo out of her hand, you gently pushed her back into the plush pillows. Teasing her sweet pussy with a soft kiss, you slowly slipped the pink toy inside her; smiling to yourself as she sighed in sweet relief.
Twisting your body, you slowly pushed yourself on the other end of the dildo; your body tingling as it disappeared inside you, filling you up quite good.
Once you both had adjusted to its sheer size, you two began moving against it. Your sweet moans filled the room; drowning out the light pitter-patter of the rain falling against the window.
Reaching over you placed your thumb on Karina's nub, your thumb lightly brushing against it.
"Fuck! Just like that bunny." Karina sighed into the air; her eyes tightly shut as she relished in the pleasure your thumb brought her. She could feel the familiar pressure building up again; this time approaching fast making her will her eyes open.
There was something about how your boobs bounced with each movement. Something about how your sweat stuck on to you like a second skin. And how all she could focus on was how you kept biting your lip and watching her with hooded eyes.
Such a fucking beautiful sight.
Quickly coating her fingers with her spit, her fingers met your nub, slowly rubbing at the tiny flesh.
"Fuck- Plea- Don't stop." You managed to choke out. Your eyes slowly rolling back in sweet pleasure.
A familiar rush hit you at once and you felt your body still against the pink dildo. Your juices slowly dripping onto the motel's sheets; and seeing you orgasm, Karina high hit her almost immediately.
Giggling, at yourselves, you moved to lay beside her. Together, you two laid in silence, only your uneven breaths filling the air, a comfortable silence you wouldn't trade in for anything.
"I love you." Karina whispered next to you. A soft kiss landing on your cheek. Appreciation, and love, heavy in her tone; and honestly you felt the same.
Forget your dads. All that mattered was that she loved you and-
"I love you too." You snuggled closer to her. Sleep soon blanketing you.
໑ note ﹙it's been a while since i wrote anything. i hope you like it. this has been in my drafts for way too long﹚
summary: all it takes is one meddling lando norris and some mistletoe at the mclaren holiday party for oscar and yourself to admit your true feelings for each other. (2.2k)
a/n: day two with osc! enjoy <3
“I don’t know why you won’t just tell him.”
Lando is currently laying spread eagle on your kitchen floor, tossing a padel ball above his head while you shove a packet of popcorn into the microwave for your movie night.
His question is out of the blue, but you know what he's talking about. Lando is wondering why you won’t tell a certain Aussie you both work with that you have feelings for him.
He’s been wondering for a while now, bordering on a year since you’d accidentally let it slip to him—almost half the time said Aussie has been part of McLaren.
You scoff. “Have you sent it into the barriers too many times? That’s literally the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”
“But why?” He presses, sounding exasperated. You can’t see him around the island counter, but you can imagine that squinty eyed, scrunchy nosed look he always gets when he doesn’t understand something. You’ve seen it almost overwhelmingly often in the few years you’ve been friends.
“First of all, we work together. If I tell Oscar that I like him and he doesn’t like me back, I’d never be able to show my face at MTC ever again,” You reason, searching for a bowl to put the popcorn in once it's done.
It’s actually something you’ve put quite a bit of thought into when weighing the pros and cons of telling Oscar about your feelings.
“I’d have to find a new job, but that might take forever, so I’d have to move back in with my parents until I find one—if I find one—and I’m pretty sure my mum turned my bedroom into a yoga space the moment I’d left for uni, so I’d have to move into the basement. And then the job I find might not even be around here, so I’d have to move back out of my parents’ place and find another place to live, and you know how expensive things are in some cities! I’d have to find roommates, and I don’t really fancy living with strangers somewhere I don’t know.”
Lando has taken a seat at the counter when you turn back around with the bowl in your hands, staring at you with the most unimpressed look you’ve ever seen gracing his dumb face.
“I reckon you’re overthinking things just a smidge,” He says flatly. He thinks you’re being dramatic. You’d call it brainstorming possible worst scenarios.
You scowl, dumping the freshly popped kernels into said bowl before shoving it towards him. “You don’t know that.”
He shovels a mouthful of it into his mouth on your way to the couch, sprawling out the length of it with his socked feet in your lap. “I’m pretty sure he fancies you too.”
“Did he tell you that?” You raise a brow, swatting his feet off you.
“Well, no, but I’m very perceptive.”
“I saw you once say excuse me to a mannequin in a race suit at MTC because you weren’t paying attention to where you were going.”
“Oi, fuck you!” Lando huffs, donkey kicking you lightly in the thigh. “You promised you’d never bring that up again. All I’m saying is that you should just man up and tell him flat out.”
“I should what?”
“Shit, I mean—well. Woman up? I guess?” He wonders, squinting one eye shut. “I dunno, really, but still. You never know how he’ll react. Could turn out mint.”
“Can we not talk about it anymore? Please?” You groan, letting your head tip back against the cushions. “I just feel a little pathetic right now.” You feel Lando pat your head.
“You’re not pathetic. Love just sucks,” He says sympathetically. “But sure, we don’t have to talk about it right now.”
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True to his word, Lando doesn’t bring it up for weeks. In hindsight, you should’ve taken it as a sign of him planning something, but you’ve been busy with other things.
Nothing happens until the McLaren holiday party, right after the FIA awards in Rwanda. Someone yells your name from afar as you’re going for a second drink, and when you turn to see who it is, you spot Lando waving wildly at you, gesturing for you to come over.
Before you can even say anything when you approach, he grabs your hand, dragging you down the corridor. He walks and walks and walks, still not saying a word despite your constant badgering.
Finally, he stops and takes you by the shoulders, maneuvering you a few steps to one side, forward a few steps. Then he nods once, backing up with his hands out in front of him. “Do me a favor, just wait right here for a second.”
“What? Lando, what’re you—”
“No, no, no, this is important, I promise. Just stay there. Maybe close your eyes too if you could, that’d be mint.”
Despite your confusion, you oblige, squeezing your eyes shut. You hear his footsteps retreat, but then nothing for a suspiciously long time. Had he just stuck you here and run off like an absolute wanker?
A shoulder bumps yours before you can jump to any more conclusions, and it startles you.
“What the hell is going on?” You question, frowning. Nothing but silence. “Lando? Are you there?”
“Erm, nope. Not Lando.”
Fuck. You know that voice. That voice makes your heart do a stupid tap dance against your rib cage every time you hear it.
Your eyes fly open to meet an extremely familiar pair of brown ones. Oscar’s eyes. Oscar is standing right in front of you, looking just as confused as you feel.
“Oscar!” You exclaim, feeling your face flame hot.
You can’t help the surprise seeping into your voice. To see him there isn’t something you were expecting at all, and it certainly doesn’t help that he looks extremely handsome, almost glowing with happiness fresh off the end of a successful season for the team. The blue suit he has on clings to him in just the right ways, and his cheeks have a pink flush to them.
“Hi,” He says awkwardly. You aren’t quite certain what to do at the moment, or what even is happening right now. “Do you know what’s going on?”
“I don’t, actually. Lando just told me to stay here and that he’d be right back,” You admit.
Oscar lets out a noise of acknowledgement from the back of his throat. “Yeah, same, he told me it was something important. I’m not sure where he went, though.”
He brings up a good point. Where had Lando gone?
Your phone buzzes in your hand at that moment, Lando’s name flashing across the screen when you glance at it. “Hang on, he’s just texted me,” You inform Oscar, angling your phone towards him as if whatever the message says will explain everything.
Lando: Look up.
Both of you look up at the same time, and what you see makes your heart drop into your ass.
A sprig of mistletoe dangles from a haphazardly tied piece of string attached to the beam above.
That fucker. You’re going to kill him. You’re actually going to kill Lando Norris.
“Is that—that’s not mistletoe, is it?” Oscar squints up at the tiny plant, tilting his head.
“It is,” You sigh, fighting the urge to go find Lando and strangle him with your bare hands. “I want you to know I’ve had absolutely nothing to do with this. It was all your idiot teammate.”
Oscar laughs a little bit, shoulders shaking. “No, I know it’s all him. He thinks he’s hilarious.”
“He sure does.”
“I don’t think anyone’s ever told him he’s not,” He replies. Then he shifts on his feet, reaching up to run a nervous hand through his hair. “You look really nice, by the way. Been meaning to tell you that all night, but there’s so many people here I couldn’t find you. Until now, it seems.”
All night. Oscar has been looking for you all night, just to tell you that you look nice. He’s making it really hard not to fall for him a little bit more.
“Thank you, Oscar. You clean up well too.”
He looks down at himself, rocking back and forth on his heels a little. “You think so? I didn’t know if the two shades of blue were too much.”
“No, they look great. Really.”
A sudden silence blankets the two of you, and you hate it. You wish you were better at holding conversation, but with Oscar, all your thoughts seem to go right out the window.
“We should go—”
“D’you want to—”
“Sorry, sorry, you first,” You insist, pressing your lips together.
“Sure, yeah. I was just, uh, asking if you’d maybe want to…y’know.” He glances up at the mistletoe, then back to you, and if you aren’t mistaken, he looks a little hopeful. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course. I’m not—I wouldn’t force you or anything. I just…yeah, we could, if that’s something you’d be into.”
“Oh!” You blink at him owlishly, completely caught off guard by his suggestion. Oscar wants to kiss you. Is this real life, or has Lando just played the ultimate cruelest prank on you?
“Tradition-wise, and all. I heard you’re cursed with bad luck for years if you break it,” He adds hastily, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Definitely wouldn’t want that.”
“Definitely not,” He echoes, bobbing his head. What comes out of his mouth next is entirely out of the blue. “Did you know the word mistletoe comes from two Anglo Saxon words? Mistel, which means dung, and tan, which basically means branch.”
“No, I did not know that! That’s…very interesting,” You say enthusiastically, teeth digging into your bottom lip to quell the laugh threatening to spill out. If it were anyone else, you’d think it was quite weird, but Oscar’s word vomit is strangely endearing.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that. It’s disgusting, and you didn’t ask. Erm, wow, I’m—”
“Oscar.”
“Yeah?” He squeaks, pale cheeks rosy with embarrassment.
You push forward instead of saying anything else, pressing your lips against his briefly. It’s a split second kiss, but it’s all you can manage without feeling like you’re doing something monumentally stupid. Still, it’s enough to send a zip of something thrilling through your veins.
When you pull back, Oscar’s eyes are wide, and immediately you think you’ve made a mistake. You open your mouth to blurt an excuse, an apology, anything, but he speaks before you can.
“Will you go out with me?” You falter at the sudden question, totally caught off guard, and it seems to make him panic. “Oh. Oh no. Did I get this completely wrong?”
“No! No, you didn’t,” You say quickly, reaching out to take his hand. His shoulders slump in relief, fingers already tightening around yours. “I’d love to go out with you, Osc.”
“Thank god, or this would’ve been really awkward,” He sighs. “Looks like Lando did something right today.”
“For the first time in his life, probably.”
“In all fairness, I don’t think I would’ve had the balls to ask you out otherwise,” Oscar admits sheepishly. You hum your agreement. It turns out Lando being a nosy meddler of a friend has its benefits sometimes. “Think we should thank him or something?”
“Definitely not. His ego would get way too big.”
Lando looks entirely too smug when the two of you return to the party, eyes immediately zeroing in on your joined hands. “I take it the mistletoe went over well?”
“I dunno what you’re talking about.” You shrug casually, glancing over at Oscar to see him do the same.
“Alright, fine. Be like that. You’re welcome, by the way. I expect a mad good Christmas present from both of you this year, I hope you know that.”
Oscar blinks. “But I already got you a set of tea towels.”
“Ugh, spoiler!” Lando huffs, shoulders slumping. “Also, what are we—fifty? I mean, tea towels! Really, Osc?”
“You said yours were ugly!”
You make an offended noise from the back of your throat, furrowing your eyebrows. “I got you those towels for secret santa two years ago, you asshole.”
“You did? Jesus, you two really are meant for each other,” Lando snorts, shaking his head.
Oscar just grins over at you, giving a little tilt of his head as if to say great minds think alike.
“By the way, we’ve got to get onstage soon, so if you’d stop making goo goo eyes at each other so we could get a move on, that’d be great.”
“Oh. Alright.” Oscar’s smile fades as his gaze flicks back to you, seemingly displeased that he has to leave you so soon. “D’you mind if I…”
“Go on, bring out the trophy. I’ll be right here,” You assure him, stepping in to drop a chaste kiss to his cheek.
Once they’re onstage little while later, Oscar’s already found you in the crowd, and as they lift the impressive trophy high in the air, he’s only looking at you, beaming so unbelievably bright it might just rival the sun. You smile right back at him, the pride you have both for this team and the two boys onstage just barely contained.
This night marks the start of new beginnings, both for McLaren and for your relationship with a certain Aussie. And just like the 2025 season, you’re excited to see what next year will hold.
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໑ content ﹙reader loves baby goats, reader is a master's student, fluffy-fluff, lando is a certified simp, slight banter or wtv﹚
As you crossed the threshold into your London apartment, you felt your phone, one that you had stashed inside your coat before getting off the bus earlier, buzz twice.
bob [ 5:31pm ]: hi ❤
bob [ 5:31pm ]: did you get home safe?
Chuckling, you set your keys and bags down on your kitchen island and took off your coat. You grab your phone to type out a quick reply.
you [ 5:34pm ]: double texts? are you flirting with me?
His reply comes quick.
bob [ 5:34pm ]: if i am. . . would you be okay with it?
Slowly tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you smirked.
you [ 5:35pm ]: . . .yes
Barely two seconds later, a facetime call notification popped up. Without thinking, you dragged the slider, Lando's face quickly filling up your screen.
"Hi." You smiled at the Brit. Probably the first real smile you handed out to anyone the whole day.
"Hi." His smile so wide you bet his cheeks hurt.
"How's Greece?" You asked, propping your phone, and him, on your kitchen counter to you wash your hands.
"It's fun." He mindlessly shrugged. His warm voice filling your tiny kitchen. "I wish you were here though. You would have loved the baby goats I saw earlier."
At the mention of your favourite baby animal, you perked up. "You saw baby goats?"
Lando, chuckling at your sudden excitement, nodded, "I even took a few pictures for you."
The man pulled out his other phone to show you the pictures. You couldn't help but coo; they looked so cute and tiny.
Lando found your amusement quite endearing really. He wanted so badly to take a screenshot of your smile but decided against it, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
"How did the presentation go?" The man set aside the other phone, giving you his full attention. "Did your professor give you hell again?"
The professor for one of the units you were taking was notorious for giving his students a hard time, especially the women. Several complaints had been made against him but action was yet to be taken, much to your uttermost dismay.
At the mention of the old man, a heavy sigh fell past your lips. "Don't even remind me. I was holding back tears the whole time he grilled me about my references."
The mere thought of the old man brought a nasty scowl to your face. You really didn't like him.
Seeing your mood change, Lando frowned. He hated seeing you down. "Do you need me to have a word with him?"
A soft laugh came through his phone's speakers. "Lando. What are you even going to say to him?"
Without missing a beat, Lando replied. "How about stopping stressing my girl old man."
You stilled. Those two words, inadvertently, pulling at your heartstrings. My girl?
To be honest, those two words had you spiraling a bit. Your heart beat so loud you could hear the faint thud thud in your ears. Fuck what did he mean by that?
Brushing off his words, you turned your attention to the meal you were making for dinner, ignoring how fast your poor little heart was racing.
"Or- you could get him gp tickets." You playfully suggested. There was no way you were going to let Lando meet your crummy professor.
"I could do that too." He sounded dead serious. "I can't sit back and watch my stem princess suffer when I can do something about it."
My stem princess? Oh, your heart.
"Just give me his email and I'll take care of it."
"Lan, it's okay. It was just a joke." You reassured him. "I'm almost done with the unit anyway. I probably won't ever see him again."
"Are you sure?" His eyes intently watched you through his screen.
You nodded, focusing back on your dinner.
Lando wanted nothing more than to help you out but if you insisted you were fine, he was going to let it go.
"What are you making?" He opted to change the subject.
Bringing up your plated meal to the camera, giggling at his sudden grimace.
"Sushi?" He yelled, almost incredulously. "Is this what you do when I'm away?" He tsked in faux disappointment.
"Oh please." You rolled your eyes. "It's just sushi bake you big baby."
"Doesn't make it any better? It's fish!"
"Oh, grow up."
Comfortable silence settled over you two as you focused on finishing up your dinner. Noticing he hadn't said much in a while, you looked back at your screen, you were a little surprised to find him watching you; with stars in his eyes almost.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You chuckled, suddenly becoming self-conscious. "Is there something on my face?"
Unbeknownst to you, the Brit was trying to memorize your face. Committing all your features to memory. He hadn't seen you, physically, in almost three weeks. He swore he was having withdrawals.
"I- I just missed you." He confessed. He was being serious too. As much as he loved hanging out with his friends, he constantly found himself thinking about you; wondering if you doing okay and what not.
Admittedly, you missed him too. When you first met him in a dingy nightclub in Monaco a few months ago, you didn't think he'd have this much affect on you. But here you are, grinning like a cheshire cat when he showed a funny picture of his friend passed out on a yacht.
"Hold on- are you facetiming me from the hotel's bathroom?"
Pleased that he was the reason for your soft laughter, Lando nodded, incredibly proud of himself. "I'm going out for dinner with Max and the guys later. I was hoping to have a little chat with you before I leave."
"Lando." You scolded. "You can't go around saying stuff like that. It makes me feel stuff."
"Stuff like what?"
"Making me feel like a priority."
"But you are." He almost pleaded with you. "You are a priority to me. Please let me show you how much you mean to me."
For some reason, your mouth felt as dry as a bone. Why were his words suddenly making you weak in the knees?
"What are you saying?" Deep down, you were somewhat hopeful. Hopeful for what? You were about to find out.
"A confession. . . over a facetime call wasn't how I imagined this would go, but-" He hesitated for a while. "I really like you. Like really, really like you. You are all I think about these days. I miss your smile. I miss hearing the sound of your laugh, hearing it over the phone doesn't count. I miss your blueberry muffins. God, I just miss you."
Lando mistook your lack of response for a rejection. Seeing the sadness replace his hopeful smile had you scrambling to say whatever.
"I'm coming to Monza." You rushed, catching yourself off guard.
Huh?
"Huh?"
"I'm coming to Monza." It was supposed to be a surprise. But at least this way you both would have something to look forward to. "I'll be seeing you in person in Monza. Confess to me then."
Lando could feel heat rise up his chest. You were finally giving him a chance.
He was finally going to make you his.
໑ note ﹙it's the way writing him comes so easy to me﹚
Congrats to Max on his 4th title, but at the end of the day, I am a Lando, Oscar and Carlos fan, not a Max fan, so I obviously wanted one of my drivers to win. Oscar and Carlos had been out of this for a while, and it's sad seeing Lando lose his chance today, but no one can deny he's had a phenomenal season.
Look at how he started: 0 wins, one pole position, and 13 podiums; and look at him now: 3 wins, 8 poles and 25 podiums. That is 3 wins, 7 poles, and 12 podiums in 22 races this season, not counting sprints and we don't know what the last 2 races have to offer.
And let's look at the standings when Max won his other titles as of now, with 2 races and one sprint left in the 2024 season:
2021: Max won with 395.5 points and second place was Lewis, 387.5, 8 point gap, but I think we all know that in 2021, it was Max challenging Lewis on the title fight, not vice versa.
2022: Max won with 454 points and Charles was second with 308, that is a 146 point gap from Max to second place in the wdc.
2023: Max won with 575 points, p2 was Checo with 285 points, fucking 290 points separating them.
2024(with 2 races and a sprint left): there is mathematically no way for anyone other than Max to win the wdc unless he gets disqualified, which I don't see happening, so we have Max wdc with 403 points and Lando in p2 with 340, only 63 points between them.
What I mean is, Max never had a challange like this year. I'm not saying that Lando is some big unstoppable machine, and I think Max did good and kept him at distance, but if you would have looked at the standings a month ago, and even before today, you would say that Lando still had a slim chance, weather you belived in him or not, and even if that chance was small.
Maybe this is my first season, and maybe I wasn't here to see Lando before his first win, but he's not the egoistic piece of shit people say he is, and maybe he's not the best talent formula 1 has ever seen, and I don't think he will ever be, but no one can deny that he's good, and you probably couldn't do his job better than him. Statistically, he is the biggest challange to Max' wdc he's ever had(once again, 2021 was Max challanging Lewis, the championship was only his to win, because he couldn't lose it if he was never top of the standings to begin with), all in the season he's got his first "gifted" win and 2 phenomenal ones to follow with 20+ second gaps to p2, which coincidentally was Max, and Lando stood on the podium for 12 of the 22 races we've had so far this season(once again, not counting sprints), that is iver half of the races this season, and he made the 1 pole position he had at the start of the season into an 8, 7 this year.
You're blind to say he didn't have a downright amazing season, atleast compared to previous years, or that he's a bad driver, and I bet you that, had you been in his car, you would not even be close to being as good as him, let alone better. Frankly, I think the hate is just mindless, if you don't have anything better to do with your life than to hate on someone for doing their job(and it doesn't go to say that he is innocent or perfect and he's done no wrong, because I agree that he made mistakes and said and done bad things, but who here hasn't?), I recommend seeing a therapist or picking up a hobby to fill your time in a somewhat productive way.
I've said what I had to say, peace out, better luck next year and congrats to Max again, a deserved champion. Feel free to say anything you think I missed.
𐙚 i honestly couldn't agree more. i get not liking someone, but sending death threats is where i draw the line. lando has had an amazing season (who knew he'd be 2nd in the wdc).
𐙚 oscar, lando, and the team have done an amazing job in the wcc too. discrediting him saying he didn't win wdc bcs of 'his ego' and 'not being' a good driver is just being plain stupid and biased. let's see you finally have a good car after driving a shitbox for years and let's see how you'll behave 😒
warnings: kinda established relationship, fresh relationship, curious muppets!, English is my second language!
type: fluff, pure fluff
word count: 3,5k
summary: 5 times when someone asked the reason for Lando's sudden surge of happiness, but he preferred to keep his sweet secrets to himself
more content: f1 masterlist, lando norris masterlist, birthday one-shot
Since Lando Norris broke up with his then-girlfriend Luishina in 2022, no one has seen him this happy since. Of course, there have been moments where Lando walked around smiling - for example, when he won his first race in Miami or partying with friends in Ibiza. On more than one occasion, fans saw him joking and laughing until his stomach hurt with other drivers, but further down the line, everyone knew that the old Lando was gone. The one who laughed through love. The one foolishly in love, who proved it at every turn. Since his former relationship, Lando hasn't bonded with anyone - there were only rumors of fleeting romances or PR relationships. Until recently. In fact, no one knows when it took place. And since when Lando felt like a foolishly infatuated boy again.
THE FIRST TIME: Oscar Piastri
When Oscar noticed changes in Lando's behavior, it was not much before the Japanese race. Or at least it wasn't so visible before. Norris was walking around smiling from ear to ear, constantly forgetting what he should do or who he should talk to about the changes in the car. No one paid much attention to it, and Oscar initially tried to ignore it as well, and winning in Miami a month later further eclipsed the spy's thoughts. After all, Lando had won his first race after so long in Formula One and so many times standing on the podium. The Mclaren drivers weren't the best of friends on the grid, but Oscar knew it wasn't because of winning the race. Or at least not just because of that.
Oscar was curious, even if he said very little about his life, the Lando case drilled him from the bottom up. And it started off small.
One morning 2 weeks after the Miami race, Lando showed up for a meeting with a goofy smile on his face. His attention was focused on everything during the strategy discussion, his mind was clearly elsewhere.
“Are you okay?” asked Oscar, poking his teammate under the table.
As if awakened from his trance, Lando stopped tapping his fingers against his thigh and turned his head toward the Australian, smiling that silly grin again.
“Yeah, all good, mate. “ he asked, tilting his head to the side. Oh, how foolishly charmed he was. “Why do you ask?”
Oscar shrugged. “I dunno. You just seem... happier these days. What brought back that smile?”
The question hung in the air for a long moment. Lando hung his head and laughed quietly under his breath, as if he was thinking whether he wanted to say it or rather not. And that was the option he chose, keeping his new infatuation to himself.
“Well, you know, buddy, I won a race recently. A chance to celebrate, huh?”
Oscar laughed, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else behind that smile, and that Lando was lying right in his eyes. Something - or someone - had brought back that trademark Lando smile. But Oscar decided to let it go for now.
Meanwhile, Lando was smiling to himself. Was it really that noticeable? Could everyone now know his sweet secret?
Such questions were cluttering his mind, but he tried not to worry about them. They were quickly superseded by thoughts of [Y.N]. It was wild how fast she had slipped into his life. What had started as a chance meeting turned into hours of effortless conversation, late-night phone calls, and a connection that had somehow brought him back to life. He hadn't felt this way since…. well, he couldn't remember the last time. And that was the point of it all.
MUPPETS: Carlos Sainz Jr
Carlos had known Lando since 2019, so this year was their 5th anniversary of knowing each other. From the very beginning, the men, despite the age difference, got along great. And they soon became friends, too, supporting each other in worse and better moments. You could say they knew each other like the back of their hand, so while Lando was drifting away more and more each possible time during their conversations, the Spaniard had no more questions or thoughts. He was well aware that his younger friend's head was occupied by not something, but someone.
The sun beat down on the lush green of the golf course, the Spanish heat was unrelenting even in the early hours of the day. Carlos set up for his shot, squinting against the blinding glare, while Lando stood to the side, waiting his turn. It was a rare moment of calm before the chaos of the Spanish Grand Prix weekend, and Carlos was glad to be spending it with his best friend.
Until he saw Lando miss every time, which hadn't happened all that often before. Well, okay, Lando was worse than Carlos at golf, but to that extent?
And those constant glances at the phone, which he was so reluctant to leave in the golf cart.
“Ay, muppet. What the hell is wrong with you?” rang out Carlos' voice as he hit the ball.
Of course it flew cleanly where it was supposed to fly. But what's the pleasure of playing as your friend drills a hole in the grass with his club, his other hand constantly checking his phone screen?
"Huh?" Lando snapped out of his trance. This had been happening to him more and more often lately, nay, it had been happening to him for more than three months now.
“You’ve been smiling like an idiot all day,” Carlos teased, though his tone was softer, more curious than mocking. “Actually, you’ve been like this for weeks like not months now. So, tell me—who is she?”
Lando’s cheeks flushed pink, and he quickly turned his attention to the golf ball at his feet, fiddling with his club. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, but there was a grin he couldn’t quite suppress. And in fact, I don't think he wanted to get rid of it.
Carlos laughed, poking Lando playfully on the shoulder. “Come on, cabrón. I know you too well and it's been a long time since you've been this happy. So who's the lucky girl? Who brought back that smile?”
Lando sighed under his breath - he knew he could trust Carlos, he was his best friend. He just liked the fact that he and [Y.N] were in a closed bubble of happiness that they had made for themselves in three months. Of course it was still fresh and nothing was certain yet, but Lando gave in. To whom as to whom, but to Carlos he already had to tell. It was drilling him from the inside.
“It's … nothing serious,” Lando finally said, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. “It's just… I'm meeting someone. I'm trying to keep it discreet.”
Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Dude, I've known you long enough to know when you're serious about someone,” he said, and his voice became softer. “And if she makes you smile like that, I'd say it's more than a casual.”
Lando bit his lip, trying to hide the smile that threatened to break through. The truth was that [Y.N] had quickly become the best part of his days.
“Maybe,” he admitted, finally meeting Carlos' gaze. “But for now it's just … between us, sure?
Carlos clapped Lando on the back, a broad grin on his face. “I’m happy for you, hermano. And don’t worry—I won’t tell anyone. But I have to say, it’s good to see you like this again.”
They both laughed and Lando already knew he was lost. Together, with Carlos, were like the biggest gossips, so he quickly unlocked his phone, even jumping up and down with happiness, wanting to show Carlos some pictures of them together. What luck befell him when he found out that [Y.N] also loves to take pictures.
Carlos leaned closer, curious. Lando pulled out a photo from a few weeks ago - from his once-in-a-lifetime date with [Y.N]. They were sitting on a blanket in a meadow somewhere by the water, the golden sunset casting a warm glow over them. The girl's head was tilted toward him and resting on his shoulder, her eyes were crinkling with laughter, and Lando looked happier than Carlos had seen him in a long time. His hand was on the girl's shoulders, visibly embracing her closer to him.
“I want her to be the one, you know?” muttered Lando, smiling even wider when he saw the notification from her.
LUCKY CHARM: Lando's parents
Lando was able to hide his fresh relationship from his friends, from his fans and from the rest of the world. But he definitely couldn't hide it from his parents and siblings. Not even a month of knowing [Y.N] had passed when he vividly talked about how much he had fallen in love and how he hoped she was the one and last woman in his life. His loved ones were damn happy to finally see the most sincere smile of his entire life on the face of this little Lando Norris.
The air around Silverstone was charged with electricity, and the energy of the home crowd gave Lando joy like no other race on the calendar. Walking through the bustling paddock, he felt lighter than he had in years. It wasn't just the thrill of racing on his own track - it was the realization that somewhere among the sea of faces there was [Y.N], watching him.
Fortunately, he managed to smuggle her into a private hospitality suite, away from prying cameras, journalists and fans. They had been seeing each other for almost four months, in truth they were not a couple, but everything was going for it. Lando wasn't the only one who was foolishly infatuated with the relationship; the girl, like him, walked around with her head in the clouds, as her university colleagues or friends seemed to notice more than once. But in her case it was easier to hide, after all, she didn't have a million eyes on her like Lando did.
When Lando entered his private area in the Mclaren garage, he immediately noticed his parents, sisters and brother, who were smiling at him from ear to ear. The entire Norris family had a close relationship with each other, so of course everyone knew about Lando's new sweetheart, whom he had been dating with for four months.
“And there's our smiling boy!” laughed Lando's mother, hugging her son tightly.
The driver laughed under his breath, hugging his family one by one, fortunately in a place where the eyes of others did not reach and they could have a moment of peace. “I'm glad you're all here,” Lando said, stroking his younger sister Flo's hair.
“How could we not be here?” asked Oliver, Lando's brother, laughing under his breath.
The atmosphere was great, however, everyone knew this question would come sooner than perhaps it should?
“Well, you know what, tell us where she is,” said Lando's dad, poking him lightly on the shoulder. “You're laughing so hard, I won't believe she's not here.”
“Yes! Show us finally what brought back that smile,” said his mom, echoing her husband.
Lando felt his face heat up, but he couldn’t keep the grin from spreading. “You two don’t miss a thing, do you?” he said, shaking his head.
“We just want to meet her,” his mum said softly, eyes twinkling with warmth. “We’ve heard so much about her, and if she’s the reason our son’s been so happy lately, we’d love to say hello.”
After a moment's thought, Lando nodded. “All right. I'll bring her - but behave,” he said with nervous but excited energy.
Lando slipped stealthily out of the garage and headed for his room, which only he and a few Mclaren people had access to. Although it was a rather hidden place, [Y.N] did not complain. She could wait out the time until the race in peace, just as she could go out to Mclaren's garage and watch it there. Lando made her as comfortable as possible.
When the girl saw him, she raised her eyes and smiled warmly in his direction. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yes, everything is fine,” he assured her, taking her hand in his. At the same time, he forced her to get up from the soft couch. “But… there is someone who wants to meet you. My family is even dying to meet the woman of my heart.”
The girl took a deep breath and smiled. “I'd love to meet them.”
Holding hands, they returned to the hospitality. When they went inside, Lando's mother sighed quietly and immediately crossed the room to hug [Y.N]. “Oh, how nice to finally meet you,” she said, and her voice was filled with sincere warmth.
“She's beautiful,” Cisca whispered, looking at Lando. The boy only whispered a quiet “I know” and laughed under his breath.
Immediately the whole family greeted the girl, hugging her tightly and bestowing kind words on her, including telling her how happy they were that she was making Lando so happy again. And everything was somehow better. His parents and siblings were talking to the girl he'd had in his heart for several months, and everything was going smoothly. Lando was just standing off to the side, keeping his hand on her back and giving her a little kiss to make her feel better. But he was probably the most stressed one there.
Lando checked his watch, feeling the familiar pre-start jitters begin to overwhelm him. But today he felt a little better than usual.
“I have to go now,” he said reluctantly, turning to face the girl. His parents moved away to give them a moment of privacy.
“You can do it, you're amazing on the track,” she purred, placing her hands on his shoulders and gently correcting his suit.
Lando merely smiled in her direction and without hesitation placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in, pressing their lips together in a quick but tender kiss. This was not how they had imagined their first kiss, but in that moment it was their best memory and the time this kiss could have happened. Lando pulled away from [Y.N], their eyes met and they both smiled at each other, giggling under their breath.
Lando checked his watch, feeling the familiar pre-race jitters starting to creep in.
“I’ve got to go,” he said reluctantly, turning to her. His parents stepped back to give them a moment of privacy.
“Good luck out there,” she whispered, her eyes shining with pride. “You’re going to do amazing.”
Lando smiled, but there was a flicker of nerves in his eyes. “I hope so. This one’s important,” he said softly.
[Y.N] reached up, cupping his cheek with her hand. “You’ve got this, Lando. I believe in you.”
Without thinking, Lando leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a swift, impulsive kiss. It wasn’t planned, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He pulled back, their eyes locking, and they both smiled.
“For good luck,” he whispered, his voice low enough that only she could hear.
And even if he came in third place after the race, it didn't bother him much. He won something better and it was an amazing woman.
HI IBIZA: Max Fewtrell stream
Max knew Lando since they were kids. Both could not imagine life without the other person, they were inseparable. Even if it didn't work out for them to be Formula One drivers by their side, it didn't change anything. They were always side by side, and as soon as Max heard about Lando's new crush, he knew this was the one. Norris had never talked so seriously and eagerly about any girl before. And Max liked to tease him about it. But at the same time, he was damn happy.
The warm glow of sunset in Ibiza paints everything with a golden sheen. Lando Norris, Max Fewtrell and their group of friends held a casual live stream at their bungalow, which they rented for the whole group of friends. This stream was definitely different from their typical ones, where they played games on two different sides of the screen, but that was good too.
Everyone was more muted than at times when they were playing and shouting at each other. However, the biggest difference could be felt in Lando. He was more subdued, gently but sincerely smiling, and his eyes shone with such happiness that you could envy him.
The stream had been going on for about an hour, and the fans didn't run out of questions. They were inundated with the same questions as always, but today they had more opportunity to answer them because they weren't stressed by the background game. Lando kept getting questions about the Championship, the races, the competition and some side silliness. Until Max caught one significant comment among thousands of others. And of course he had to ask them.
Fan comment: "Lando, what brought back that smile? It's been a long time since we've seen you so happy, and of course that's great, but what's your secret?"
Max looks at Lando with a smile and winks. "Good question," he says, leaning back in his chair. "So, man, what's been making you so happy lately?"
"Oh, you know. Life has been better lately. Beautiful weather, sunshine, we have a beach house. The break from racing is good for me too, my head isn't as busy," Lando replied, playing with his hair and smiling under his breath.
Oh how he lied, how he lied to keep his bubble of happiness calm even longer.
"Really? Gee, I guess I agree with that comment, you're somehow happier lately," said Max, glancing at Lando with a teasing look. He remembered well how Lando had talked down his relationship on the stream, but he wasn't going to do the same to him. "Or maybe you've found a hobby other than Formula One?"
"Maybe," he laughed lightly under his breath, feeling the warmth inside his body. "I guess I just got old and I'm not that rebellious 20-year-old anymore "
"Oh, it's definitely old age, you name it" Max laughed and went back to looking for interesting comments, leaving the matter of Lando's happiness. He wanted his friend to still have peace from prying eyes.
After the stream was over, everyone went their separate ways. Some decided to have a bonfire, but Lando felt he needed the solitude. He walked out to the beach, which they had right outside the gate of their cottage, and felt the cooler evening wind brush his face. He smiled under his breath when he saw [Y.N] by the shore. It wasn't a smile that the cameras could see; he reserved this one for her alone.
The girl was wearing a white loose dress that swayed gently in the wind, and her hair was tousled by the wind. It wasn't a moment before she heard him and gently turned toward him, giving him a beautiful smile. "Have you finished the stream yet?"
"It's been a while now," Lando stepped closer, feeling the sand under his feet surround him pleasantly. "I had to get away from the chaos. And the fans are getting curious, they asked what secret I have"
Girl raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Secret? What secret?"
Lando smiles mischievously and walks closer. "That I'm the happiest I've been in years." - he says in a quiet but sincere voice.
[Y.N] smiles, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Without another word, she steps into his arms, and Lando doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, pulling her close. They stand there for a moment, just the two of them, the sound of the waves crashing in the background. Lando takes a deep breath and places a kiss on her hair, pulling her even closer to him. It was the peace he had needed for a long time
FIRST CHRISMTAS: [Y.N]
Lando and [Y.N] had been together for almost half a year. Their lives were filled with happiness that neither of them had ever experienced before. From the first day, they understood each other like two peas in a pod, and that's how it stayed. That's why she was surprised by how happy Lando was.
The couple in love are together in the kitchen, with the countertop in front of them strewn with flour and other ingredients for making gingerbread cookies. [Y.N] is wearing one of Lando's voluminous sweaters and humming a Christmas carol, pacing next to the countertop. Lando, on the other hand, dressed in his loose Mclaren T-shirt and Christmas pajama pants, is trying to roll out the dough, but it's not going well. His hands are covered in flour and the dough keeps sticking to the rolling pin. Well, it's easier to say that his whole body is covered in flour.
"Do you need help, chef?" - asks [Y.N], leaning against the countertop and looking at him with an amused smile.
Lando raises his gaze, feigning impatience. "It's harder than it looks, sure?" - He laughs, combing his flour-dusted hair with his hand. "I thought baking was supposed to be easy."
"It's easy, you just have some manual problems," the girl laughs and moves to his side, gently taking the rolling pin from his hands. "Here, let me," she says, guiding him to the side. Their fingers brush as she takes over, a soft, tender moment.
"Sure, my baking queen," the boy laughs, looking at her with adoration.
"You could do the icing." the girl says, pointing to the already made gingerbread cookies.
Lando's eyes brighten, his smile widening. "Icing, huh? That's sounds better." He grabs a piping bag and starts filling it, but as he attempts to pipe a simple design, it all goes horribly wrong.
“Lando!” she laughs, her eyes crinkling with amusement. The icing has spilled everywhere.
He looks down at his hands, dripping with icing. “Well, that’s not what I had in mind…” He shrugs sheepishly.
“You’re adorable when you try, you know that?” She leans in and wipes a bit of icing from his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin.
“And you’re just adorable,” he says, moving closer to her.
Lando’s hands quickly find their place on her waist, and his face is twisted into a genuine big smile. They both giggle, putting the matter of the cookies aside.
“What brought that smile again, huh?” the girl asks, touching his lips, which is also dirty with icing.
“You,” he says simply, and his voice carries a quiet sincerity that makes her heart skip a beat. "It was always you"
For a moment, they both stand in silence, the hum of the Christmas music in the background, the quiet crackling of the small fire in the corner of the livingroom adding to the coziness of the apartment. It’s a peaceful stillness, the kind that only exists between two people who’ve found something real.
A/N: i know it's no nut november and this should be smut but i swear when i had a vision i had to write this. i hope you like it because i won't lie, i fucking love it!
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