i’ve always thought about lando having a deaf baby, as someone who is deaf myself and i too think he would be amazing. like imagine the baby was born deaf, and his reaction to the baby hearing your voices for the first time after having a cochlear or just a hearing aid fitted🥹🥹🥹i’ve thought about this sm
you. are. so. RIGHT
thank you so much anon for this ask and i’m sorry i took so long to get to you!!! and kudos to you for telling us your story 🥹 this one’s for you 🧡🧡🧡
people might’ve said it was controversial, for lando to be holding eden instead of y/n, but they’d never realise it was y/n’s idea.
the doctor’s office was quiet - ironically. eden looked around, her tiny baby arms flailing in the ear as her curious eyes looked around the white room.
lando swore he almost cried when the doctor re-entered the room with that tiny hearing aid in her hands. he looked over to his wife, that signature grin plastered on his face.
“alright…” the doctor spoke, bending down to be eye level with the baby. after a minute or so of eden’s whinging because a random stranger lady was trying to put a piece of metal on her head, the doctor was finally able to connect it. “get ready.”
as soon as the aid was turned on, eden let out a cry. lando turned the little girl around to face him before saying his first words to his daughter.
“eden, daddy’s here.”
as soon as lando spoke, eden stopped. the whole room stopped. y/n held her breath, tears brimming her eyes. suddenly, eden let out a soft giggle, and the world seemed to stop. lando let out a laugh, tears finally spilling down his cheeks.
Summery: Lando, Max Fewtrell and his girlfriend pietra all decide to have a little boat day. Max goes live on twitch and Lando’s son Winslow decides to make a guest appearance!
—-Warnings: drinking, use of baby talk from kid?, let me know if I missed any!
—-Genre: lando x reader fluff, kid, yacht day
—-Request: none
—- Masterlist
There are two nicknames for Winslow: Win and low
——- The sun is setting and the sound of water hitting the boat is barely audible over the hum of music and voices. Max is busy setting up a camera pointing at the large couch in the middle of the yatch while Pietra is lounging on the couch next to him with a glass of wine.
Lando has invited a few of his friends onto his yatch for a little hangout. He hasn't had much time with his friends between F1 and taking care of his kid, Winslow.
"And we are live!!" Max announces, leaning back on the couch closer to pietra while grabbing his beer from behind the camera. "Yes, we are on landos yatch because your boy has taste!"
The chat is growing rapidly as more people join in-
@FormulaFanatic4: WHERE'S LANDO!?!
@landoscar81: On the yatch again🤩🤩
@landohaslanded: OMG is that pietra!! She looks so pretty!!😍😍
@landostan444: is that lando in the back with Winslow!?!?🥹
@maxforlife: who’s all there?
“Yes, lando is here guys!” Max says while rolling his eyes at the question. “He will be here soon. Just finishing with the little rascal!”. Lando is barely in the background with Winslow in the kitchen. He is helping Winslow finish his dinner. Still in their swim suits from earlier and damp curly hair, the boy is sitting on the counter, swinging his legs back-and-forth watching his dad as he brings another spoonful of food to his mouth. A few minutes later lando picks up Winslow and comes over to the couch in front of the camera. "You started already?" Lando asks max, as he sits down. "Your late mate. Chat is looking for you!"
“Wanna say hi to the stream win?” Lando asks the smiling boy. “Hiiii stweam!!!” the little boy says shyly as he waves at the camera.
@Landonation: OMG HE'S SO BIG NOW!!😱😱😱
@Maximillian: Lando’s nickname for Winslow🥹🥹
@fando: Bobbbbb!!!
@norrisnatchos: aww, he looks so sleepy!!
@o1ollie: dad lando!🫠🫠
Lando laughs at Winslow's shyness. "Ya, he's a very tired guys. Been out all day!" Lando says with a warm smile. "I eat 5 broccoli's!!" Winslow tells max proudly. "Wow, 5 whole pieces?! Your growing up to fast mate!".
An hour later
The sun has fully set and the vibe has started to calm. Lando notices that Winslow is starting to fall asleep on his lap. "Ok guys I think it's time to take this one to bed!". Lando smiles as he picks up Winslow. “Bye camera people!”winslow says while rubbing his eyes. Max turned the camera away respectfully as lando takes him to bed. "Little bugger has his own room here! Maybe I should claim one for me and p, I know there's a spare room somewhere!" Max laughed and pietra hit him playfully.
@lan4ofavs: Winslow's just to cute!!🥰🥰
@babygottrack: wish I had a room on a yatch🫠🫠
@madmax33: lando having to be an adult😭
@smoothoperator: Winslow being exited to tell max what he ate!🤭🥹
@landoland: Byeeee winslowwww!!👋👋👋
10 minutes later
Lando re-emerges into frame, changed into shorts and a t-shirt. He sits on the couch again holding a beer that matches Max’s. “And we’re back! Wins out cold!” Lando tells the chat. "Let's break out the board games!" Max said triumphantly.
They play games for about and hour before they start getting bored. They're starting to get a bit tipsy at this point. "Ok but if I win the next race you have to dye your hair!" Lando tells max while laughing. "Mate, I am not dying my hair! I'll like like right idiot!" Max protests back. "You should do pink so I can get thosebarbie pink strands and we can match!" Pietra tells max exitedly. "No, I am not dying my hair, that's the end of it!" Max says laughing with a pout. As they continue arguing a little voice can be heard.
"Dada?"
The camera picked up on the tiny voice from off camera. Lando, mid sip of his beer, looks back immediately while hiding his beer. "Hey buddy, whatcha doing up?" he asks while max and pietra set there drinks behind the camera on the table. "I no sleep, want to be with you" Winslow says despite rubbing his tired eyes. "Well, why don't you stay here will daddy for a little then we can go back to bed, ok?" Lando reasons. Winslow nods while climbing in landos lap, facing the camera. "You dwinking juice?" Winslow asks while looking at lando. "Yes, buts it's grown up juice, so kids can't have it. It will make you veryyyy sick" he exaggerates to the kid. Winslow pouts a little and leans back into lando. "But max is dwinking it!" He protests. "Hey! I'm not a kid low, I am a grown adult!" Max tells him offended. Lando and pietra start laughing at the conversation happening between the two.
@landocars4: not them hiding the drinks from Winslow!😭
@Mcl4ren: "adult juice" IM DEAD💀
@L4nd0: them trying to act sober!🤭
@NorrisNugget: Winslow calling max a child!!! 😭😭
@OrangeArmy: this is the best stream ever!!🤩🤩
@teamnorris: how old is Winslow now?
"Win is 3 and a half!" Lando answers the chat. "Man, I still remember when he was crying all night!" Max says laughing. "Or when we had to babysit and he drew all over Max's stream set-up!" Pietra adds while laughing harder. "Still not over that. You owe me Norris!" Max declares to lando. After a while of chatting Winslow falls asleep against landos shoulder. "Looks like he's out again." Max notices. Lando gets up while holding the kid, "while I should put him back down. I think I'll call it a night too." Lando adds. "Ya, I am probably going to end the stream anyway" max says. "Night mate, night p!" Lando says spftly, "and goodnight chat" he adds as he walks off frame to Winslow's room. "Ok chat, that's all for today, hope you liked the stream and I'll try to get on tomorrow!" Max says as he ends the stream.
@landofan4: goodnight guysss!! Night Winslow!!😴
@fanfav4: please stream tomorrow with lando again, and Winslow. 🙏🙏
Lando takes one last second to savor the cottony feel of the photo his mum’s sent of Emma on the counter, licking a spatula, and taps out “don’t get her used to muffins for breakfast, I’m never baking before noon,” then exits back to the rest of his threads. And it is there, just below his mum and Max. Capitalized letters in the name, and Lando remembers laughing about that, remembers a pair of warm eyes that had gone scrunchy when Lando’d said who puts their name in like that, muppet, are you a primary school teacher? It’s there like the ache in his limbs, like the beat of his heart in his temples: Oscar Piastri.
Alternatively: Oscar drives for McLaren. Lando is Oscar’s teammate’s best mate and (most importantly) the single father of a three-year-old daughter.
there are so many people to thank, starting with everybody who commented or interacted with this post that inspired the whole fic. dad lando anon for being the only person who thought about this fic maybe as much as i did, @fear8not1 and @peargcsly for early encouragement and sometimes ideas that directly made the fic. @bright-and-burning for talking me off the ledge 8000 times and @1425fivefive for getting me across the finish line. love you all. HERE IS DAD LANDO!!
tag list from 1000 years ago: @landofpiastri @sophthecoolperson @minixmouse @si1ver06 @jaecantwrite @rubywingsracing @endlesssummer10 @mintraindrop @goodnighttravelwell
😂😂😂 I'm sorry but this has Lando Norris written all over it. He be like, "Come here baby boy, daddy's gonna take u Karting tomorrow." and his son is just a week old. 🤣🤣🤣
Note: I don't have self control. I see a baby holding a baby and have to write about it.
Sometimes I mess with the povs. I will proofread it one day, I promise.
Warning: mentions of giving birth.
Lando was scared as hell when you told him. How would he be a good dad if he was traveling around the world? He was just a kid who casually drove fast cars. One os his hobbies was playing video games. How would he raise your kid. But then the first ultrasound came, then he heard the heartbeat, the little kicks in your belly, and soon he found himself talking to the baby.
The first real conversation with the belly.
"Hi" He said laying his head on your lap. You were reading a book in the sofa when he decided he wanted to talk to the baby. "How are things in there? Is mum giving you food? She is always asking me for sweets so I hope she is sharing"
That made you laugh and run your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes for a second.
"She is awake" You took his hand and pressed it to the side of your abdome.
"Hi baby" He whispered. "You mum is so sure your a girl"
"I can feel it. Mother instinct."
"Well, you will drive anyways so..."
"If she want. Maybe she wants to be a painter."
"Or a dancer"
You looked at each other, big smiles on your faces. She will come soon and you were excited.
"The thing is that I will be away for a couple of weeks. Muma and you will stay with the grandparents. All of them. But I will not be here. The doctor said you can come out any moment, so... Can I ask you to wait a bit? Only 12 days. Not even two weeks. Pretty please?"
You touched his cheek softly. Lando was dying to see his baby come to the world. He was so excited about the birth. He had read books and got your bag ready weeks ago. The baby must wait. She couldn't come to the world without her dad in here.
The birth.
"La-Lando..."
"I know, baby. I know. But she is almost here. I saw the head. I promise she is almost here" He said touching your forehead.
Only 15 hours after Lando's arrival, you water broke. Now you were in the hospital, after 6 hours of birth, in pain and exhausted.
Another contraction hit and you pushed.
"I-I can't. I'm too young for this. I can't do it"
"One more and the baby will be out" The doctor said.
"You can do it, baby. You can. She is almost here" Lando whispered kissing your sweaty temple.
They were right. One push and you heard a cry. Lando thought he would faint. It had happened, you had given him a baby.
"It's a girl" The doctor said.
Lando looked down at you and found you crying.
"Oh baby. You were right. We have a baby girl" He kissed your cheek over an over again. "I love you so much"
The nurse brought her to you and laid her in your chest. Lando was the happiest man in the world. Not all his money, his position, his fame or be one of the most famous drivers in the world was enough to make him feel all the things he was feeling then.
"I love you. I love you so much. Both of you"
You looked at him with tears in your eyes.
"Thank you"
When Maggie started to show her personality.
Lando was sitting on the couch. His baby was in front of him. He needed to dress her but Maggie was frowning at him. Her little chubby legs were so contracted he couldn't move her. He was scared of hurting her, so he was trying to bring some sense into her.
"Maggie. We need to go soon. We have meet with mum on twenty minutes. It's granny's birthday"
The two-months-old looked at him. She wouldn't even laugh.
"Maggie"
He tried to tickle her, but nothing.
"You want a bottle? Is my girl hungry?"
Nothing.
"Oh God, Maggie. What am I gonna do with you?"
Maggie was a small kid but she had started to show signs of stubbornness. Right then she was comfy on her pijamas and wouldn't let him change her.
"Okay. You will explain this to your mother"
Instead of changing her, he took one her blankies and wrapped her like a burrito. She laughed then.
"Now?!"
Maggie laughed again.
"Okay, let's go. If muma gets angry at me it's your fault"
Half an hour later, Maggie was in your arms.
"Why is she wearing a pijama?"
"That little thing is stronger than she looks"
Being a dad is scary.
When you opened the door you weren't expecting to found him like this. He was crying, he was a mess and Maggie was crying too.
"Lando! What happened?" You rushed to them and cupped you daughter's cheek. She had a red patch on her forehead. "Oh baby, you hurt yourself?"
"S-she fell. I-I was right there... I don't know what happened. It was just a second and she..."
"Okay, okay. Give me the baby." You whispered.
"YN..."
"Lando, babe. It's fine."
He passed you the little girl and you cuddle her to your chest.
"I'm so sorry" He said covering his mouth with his hands.
"Lando, hey. It's okay. Let's calm down. Both of you. It's okay. Can you bring me the cream. It's on the..."
"On the bathroom"
He ran there while you tried to make the little girl stop crying.
"Does it hurt baby? A bit?" She was still crying but at least she was paying attention to you. "It was just an accident, right? You are a bit clumsy yet. But dad will put some cream in there and the pain will go away"
"YN?"
You looked at him and he sat next to you. He had taken some deep breaths in the bathroom and he wasn't crying anymore. But he still felt that pain on his chest. His little girl was hurt and it was his fault.
"See, Dad is here. He is gonna help"
With shaky hands, Lando put some cream on Maggie's forehead. His lip was shaking too, he wanted to cry again.
You leaned and kissed his cheek softly.
Baby Maggie stopped crying then.
"Hey, see. Dad helped you! Are you feeling better?"
Maggie pouted and made grabby hands at Lando.
"You want to come with me?"
She climbed over your and went with her dad. Lando hugged her close and some tears fell again.
"Oh baby..." You caressed her hair.
"She tried to move, I was watching her and then the phone ran and..."
"It's okay. This stuff happens. She is okay"
Lando looked down and Maggie moved her little head.
"Are you?"
She smiled and Lando kissed her nose.
"Beautiful girl"
You cleaned his tears and ran his hands over his hair.
The first word.
Lando had taken her to the MTC. The little girl was hanging on her baby bag. She was moving her little legs nonstop.
"See. Uncle Dan won in Monza in this car." He was showing her around. "And Dad won this trophy"
"Where is the most beautiful girl in this hemisphere"
Maggie laughed when she recognized Daniel's voice.
Lando turned around and she started moving nervously.
"Look baby!"
Daniel started tickling her and she laughed hard.
"First time at dad's work?"
"Yep" Lando said.
Maggie was the happiest girl. She loved people and the MTC was full of it. They all wanted to meet the little baby who was a carbon copy of Lando.
"And this is Dad's first car. See?" Lando sat her the hood and she touched the halo. "You like it?"
Maggie smiled and touched Lando's face. He leaned and kissed her little hand.
"Hey, Maggs. See!"
Daniel had a picture of Monza.
"Who is that?" Daniel pointed at Lando in the picture.
"Dad"
Both men laughed at her cuteness. But suddenly...
"Wait, what?! What did you said?!" Lando couldn't believe it, but Maggie got a bit scared and pouted. "Oh. No, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
She hid on his neck. Daniel was laughing.
"I'm sorry, Maggie."
She looked up and touched his nose.
"Can you repeat that? What did you said?"
"Dad" With little finger, she pointed at Lando and he smiled enormously.
"Yes baby. Dad. Can't wait to tell mum."
"Mum!"
After the first triple header.
Lando was trying to not make a noise. He had taken the first flight after the race. Even though, he arrived at home at 3 am.
He took his shoes of and tip toed to Maggie's room. She was sleeping covered with her favourite blanket and with her teddy bear on her side.
He touched her nose and she opened his eyes.
"Oops. Hi, baby. I'm sorry. Just..." He wanted nothing more, so he picked her up and walked to your bedroom, where you were asleep in the huge bed, one of his t-shirts working as your pijama.
When Lando laid Maggie on the middle on the bed, and whispered so she wouldn't make a noise, you stirred on your sleep, opening both eyes.
"Shh. It's me. Just go back to sleep. I just arrived."
"Lando?"
"Yes, babe"
He kissed your forehead. It didn't took him long to come back to bed. You had tucked Maggie under the sheets, knowing how much Lando loved to keep her close after being away.
She was playing with a bracelet he gave to you on your first mother's day, even though you were pregnant.
"How are you?" You asked.
"Exhausted. I took the first plane"
He laid in bed and covered his body with the sheets. Then put his big han on Maggie's belly and she laughed.
"Aren't you the cutest?"
"You should have waited for tomorrow"
"I just wanted to be here. I missed you so much."
He kissed Maggie and then you, leaving a soft feeling on your cheek.
"We missed you too, right Maggs? We watched the race and dad did so good. She was so happy."
He felt a warm feeling on his chest. This was perfect. You, your baby girl and him. Nothing else in the world.
"I love you."
He brought you close and closed his eyes.
"I love you too, Lando."
"Dad!"
"Yes. You too, baby. I love you a lot too. Now go to sleep or you will be tired tomorrow."
With soft touches on her belly, he dulled her to sleep.
"Lando, do you remember how you said you wouldn't be a good dad?" You said while you played with his hair. He was mesmerized by the little baby sleeping between your bodies and your voice snapped him out of his trance.
He nodded slowly.
"You are wrong. You are the best dad in the world"
warnings: mentions of a deaf daughter, y/n and lando's son being a menace to their dog 😭
wc: 560
notes: im the younger sister of a girl who was born blind and mentally impaired, so i know the struggles of managing a family when people from the outside pity you for something that you can't control. i hope that anyone who's in a similar situation finds comfort in this fic.
The fans were in despair. Their favourite couple, their favourite mum and dad had just found out that their daughter — their first baby — was deaf.
Lando and Y/n weren’t worried though.
┊ ┊⋆ ┊ .
Lando walked into his daughter’s room, leaning against the door frame. She was playing the piano like she always does. How amazed of his daughter he was; she couldn’t hear yet she still practiced like no tomorrow.
Lando turned the lights on and off a couple of times before Lilly turned around. she smiled at her father,
“Does this sound right?” Lilly spoke. She was always a good speaker. Even after she became deaf, she relied on her vocal chords to do the work for her. Lando always knew that she would be amazing.
Lando pulled his hands out of his pockets, signing to her,
‘It sounds amazing, beautiful. I think you need to go up one note at the end, though.’
Lilly nodded, turned around and played the same tune again, adding in her father’s advice. Once she had finished, she turned around seeking her dad’s approval. Lando gave her a thumbs up before closing her door to where it previously was.
┊ ┊⋆ ┊ .
Out in the living room, Ash was crawling around on his play mat. He was picking up his toys, throwing them around and giggling to himself.
Y/n sat on the couch with the television on. She had a magazine in her hand and rollers in her hair. She had another month off of work so she had every right to spoil herself while she could.
Daizee — their dachshund cross jack russell (…george? 😟-) — was also watching the television. She diverted her attention to Ash every once in a while, being the big sister of the house. Their golden retriever, Charlie, was lying down with Ash and letting the baby play with his ears.
┊ ┊⋆ ┊ .
Lando sat down next to his wife, giving her a kiss on the cheek before pulling her into his side.
“How’s Lils?” Y/n looked up from her magazine to look at her husband before placing the book down.
Lando nodded, tracing small patterns on her biceps, “She’s doing good, playing the piano last time I checked.” At that, Y/n nodded before turning her attention to the television.
Speak of the devil, Lilly emerged from her room with a skip. That’s what Y/n and Lando loved to see. Even after given the news by the doctor when she turned three, she never let her condition bring her down.
She stopped in front of her mum and dad before doing a little dance and running off to grab a snack from the kitchen. Typical Lilly.
When she returned and sat down on the long end of the couch, she looked over to her parents to see if they needed her attention. As if she knew, Y/n signed to her daughter,
‘How are you feeling today my sweet?’
Lilly nodded, smiling her famous bright smile that even the sea of papaya loved.
“Good!” She answered before turning to watch the show playing on the big screen.
Lando and Y/n shared a look. A look of knowing, of pride. That was their daughter. The fighter that they created.
…And on the floor was Ash, climbing all over Charlie. That poor dog.
┊ ┊⋆ ┊ .
a/n: thank you all so much for the love and support ive been recieving recently! i cant thank you all enough. here's the fic of the idea from my previous post, i hope it's up to your standards! this is also for @ladyladybuggg who wanted to read this, so i hope you enjoy my love!
heyyyy there has been a ~buzz~ on the dash with all the landoscar + children content this week and it feels like a good time to remind the tag that I’ve got a ~70k driver!oscar / single dad!lando fic in the works, hopefully dropping towards the end of this month. wanted to give you all a little snippet AND start a tag list for when i post the first chapter so :,) comment if you’d like to be tagged when this debuts ! and enjoy, hopefully, a peek at dad lando:
“Uncle Max!” she props one hand on Lando’s knee while she points with the other at the McLaren. It’s not, obviously, but she can’t tell helmets apart and he never really has the heart to point out when she’s right or wrong about whose car is whose. He finds he sort of wants to, though, as he watches Oscar edge closer, start nibbling at the margin. It’s an odd feeling. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t know the difference and won’t until someone’s standing on the podium, but it spins in Lando’s belly all the same. But then, he’s never really given a second thought to Max’s teammate, never really cared where they finished. Not when it was Danny, and not about Oscar until now.
It isn’t on the straight that Oscar makes the move. It’s on the exit. A beautiful, smooth glide around the racing line until he’s clear through the corner. Lando watches his name marker swap places in the standings with Sainz’ and the feeling in his stomach blooms into something near to what he probably would feel if it were Max. Different, though. Pride, probably, but also a twisty category of excitement, a little embarrassing, a little thrill. Like a crush, Lando’s stupid brain supplies, even though he most definitely did not ask.
“He did it!” Emma’s clapping, looking up at Lando to affirm her excitement.
“He did!” Lando bumps knuckles with her when she offers. Oscar did it, he thinks
McLaren undercuts. Ferrari pushes Leclerc too far on mediums. With less than three laps to go, Lando watches Oscar slip around on the outside, and a handful of minutes later, he watches both papaya cars follow Verstappen to the checkered flag – 2-3, a double podium.
Emma cheers over the commentary on the cool-down, all the way into parc fermé, when the podium sitters start climbing out of their cars. Lando’s heart is beating hard again for reasons he does not care to examine, and he’s more than a little distracted from whatever Emma’s saying about the finish.
“Daddy,” she plants both hands on his thigh and rocks her weight back and forth. Her voice is bordering on whiny, so Lando snaps his focus back where it belongs and blinks at her.
“What, baby?”
“He’s three?” little fingers up again, always.
“Yeah,” Lando nods, eyes back on the screen. Oscar’s working on his helmet, tugging the strap, and Lando remembers with stunning clarity the way those fingers had burned in his brain for no logical reason a week ago. Oscar’s just through pulling his balaclava off when Max appears from the side of the screen to clap his hand in congratulations, and Lando realizes- “Wait, no,” he covers Emma’s hands with one of his own, “Uncle Max is two, Em, he got ahead of the Ferrari. Sorry.”
“Oh,” she sucks her lip into her mouth for a second ahead of a grin, “Oh! Two is better!”
“Yep,” Lando looks down at her again, forcing his brain to cooperate for both of their sakes, “Two is really good. He’s gonna be really happy."
