#f1 video

[luna26087]

Despite the technical issues, he kept fighting until the very end for even a single point. His determination and sportsmanship were truly admirable.

And yeah, he cried after the race and kept his helmet on the whole time

+ Bonus:

Of course, he immediately found Max after that 😑

[gattyswriting]

Lando leaving the podium ceremony

(x)

[subaru-copilot]

funniest mf in town (or second i guess)

[tpwk-formula1]

2K Special Masterlist

Here is the sneak peak to what you have to look forward to once I hit 2K followers! Before we get into the goodies I want to take a second to thank each of you so much for bringing this blog to life and reading and interacting with my stories! I started this blog because I decided to throw on a race last May… Who knew watching Lando winning his first race would change the entire direction of my life. I have never been chill about my love for F1 and while it has been under a year of me being a fan I have grown up around motorsports my whole life. Anyways enough with the sappiness I am just so thankful! 

I am trying to make my blog more interactive and while I love my pizza menu creating an entire fic from plot to porn to aftercare it can become too much so I am starting new AUs so while I am working on requests I can still make sure to keep you fed! Here are the introductions to the new universe here at Lee-Lee’s!

*Means once the first fic is posted they are open for requests to start building the AU! I also wrote in the TW what their hashtag will be so you can find all the requests for each on there! If I haven’t marked one of your favorites let me know and if there is enough of you guys interested I will add them! I want to keep it to only a few at first so I can keep each AU active

Porn Star! Carlos X Innocent! Reader*

Plot: Y/N is your average university student studying abroad in Spain for a few semesters when she stumbles across a Spanish speaking porn star. While her spanish was far from perfect she could understand his dirty talk clear as day. She can’t help her little panties getting soaked. Once she had exhausted his Twitter to it’s fullest she breaks down and buys herself the top subscription to his Only Fans. She’s quiet and lurks in the distance but as she grows more desperate for the beautiful man she grows more bold. Somehow one thing leads to another and she’s on a call with Carlos begging to cum for him.

Sneak Peak:

“You’re not cumming until I get my hands on you”

TW: First Orgasm, CORRUPTION, loss of virginity… #porn star! carlos

Tattoo Artist! Lewis X Piercer! Reader*

Plot: Lewis has trained Y/N to be the perfect piercer but when his thoughts start turning unprofessional he can’t help himself to a new piercing… 8 to be exact. Y/N had completed several genital piercings in her time as a piercer but never has it been on someone she knew so personally so when her boss grows hard under her touch she can’t help but turn the relationship a bit unprofessional.

Sneak Peak:

“Yes 8 each spaced an inch apart” 

TW: Body Modifications, oral, pleasure dom! Lewis… #tattoo artist! lewis

Virgin! Oscar X PR! Manager Reader

Plot: Oscar could admit being a 23 year old virgin was a bit insane but in his defense he was to focussed on racing to be thinking about girls, but when he meets his new PR manager who has quickly become like a second mom despite the close age. After a drunk confession Y/N makes it her new mission to teach Oscar all things women and sex!

Sneak Peak:

“Osc, you don’t have to be so gentle”

TW: Sex lessons (all sex basics), Sub! Oscar

Charles X Pay for Sex! Reader

Plot: After his recent break up with his long term girl friend Charles can’t help himself but start looking on some shady websites. When he finds a “pay for sex” site curiosity got the best of him and when he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on he couldn’t not book himself a night. When he realizes he could purchase her for an extended stay he quickly writes her our an email with an attached deposit. After some communication she is fully prepared for her weekend in Monaco

Sneak Peak:

“Cumming already? God you’re never gonna want to leave”

TW: Free Use

Pierre X Tori X Max*

Plot: When Tori finally admits to her boy friend Pierre that their sex life was rather shit what she least expects is for him to come back a few days later with some grand plan. The plan in question is having a threesome… with another man, and not just any man but his teammate Max Verstappen. Y/N is even more shocked walking into Max’s apartment to find out he had a sex dungeon. A room he designed and built with the sole purpose of exploring all kinds of kinks.

Sneak Peak:

“We have a list of kinks we’re going to try tonight”

TW: Bondage, Sex Toys, Double Penetration, Edging, Multiple Orgasms

Lando X Luisha X Reader*

Plot: Lu and Y/N have been childhood best friends and on occasions more than friends. The two girls had shared their first kiss with each other, and some of their other first while they were in their later teens but when Lu started dating Lando it all kind of stopped. But after a nasty fight between Lando and Lu, Lu seeks the affection from her best friend. From then it became sneaky kisses, flirty comments, and far more sleepovers than the average 25 year old girls. When Lando catching them in the act they fear everything is about to crumble, but to their shock his only rule for their new dynamic was he got to join the fun sometimes.

Sneak Peak:

"I'm not mad, just sad I wasn't invited"

TW: wlw, Cheating, threesome… #Poly! Lando 

Oscar X Bookwarm! Reader

Plot: Y/N is your typical book worm. She reads all types of books from classics, to thrillers, and even self help books but when she gets a hyper fixation on spicy romance novels she can’t help the dirty thoughts running through her head. On what she thought was a private call she admits to her best friend that a part of her wished Oscar fucked her the way some book boyfriend fuck, but didn’t know how to bring it up to him since she was already satisfied in bed and didn’t want to hurt her longterm boyfriend feelings. 

Sneak Peak:

“Go on, read it to me”

TW: Oral, rough sex

Frat Boy! Lando X Sorority President! Reader*

Plot: Y/N and Lando have been friends since their freshman year at the University of Alabama where they met while pledging for their respective house. Their friendship grew quick and while they had their share of intimate moments throughout the year it takes one beginning of the year party for everything to change.

Sneak Peak:

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this"

TW: Cross faded sex… #Frat! Lando

Retired! Sebastian X Eloise! Driver*

Plot: When Eloise Harris was announced as the newest rookie to the 2025 grid after Checo was essentially fired she was completely stunned when her manager called her to let her know that her childhood hero is asking if she had a mentor. As the season is set to begin Sebastian comes up with the bright idea of having a reward and punishment system. While it started with small gifts or extra workouts it eventually started to morph into something more taboo.

Sneak Peak:

“Been such a good girl all weekend”

TW: Dom/Sub, Edging, Spanking

Gabriel X Older! Reader*

Plot: Y/N Norris is Lando’s twin sister and works for Mclaren in their stategry department. When she meets their development driver who will be joining Kick Sauber at the end of the season, she can’t help but notice the blushing cheeks or the wandering eyes of the young boy. When she comes across his Raya account she got curious and ended matching with him. That’s when sneaky meet ups and quickies start to become a regular occurrence. 

Sneak Peak:

“Shit! That wasn’t supposed to happen, I’m so sorry”

TW: Quickies, Secretive, Caught… #Rookie! Gabi

Single Dad! Kimi R X Nanny! Reader*

Plot: When the newly divorced Kimi realizes he needs some extra help during race weekends when his ex wife decides to runaway with some French model leaving him to raise their 3 year old twins on his own. When his teammate suggest getting a nanny the two of them search for the perfect nanny who is qualified enough to take care of 2 young toddlers. When they found Y/N they knew she was perfect. It was almost instant that Kimi knew having a woman like Y/N was going to be far harder than he realized. He assumes his quiet demeanor is covering his track but Y/N finds the cameras in her room almost instantly.

Sneak Peak:

“Kimi, I know you’ve been watching me at night”

TW: Stalking… #Single Dad! Kimi

CEO! Toto X Assistant! Reader*

Plot: When Toto hires Y/N he had no idea the lowkey bootcamp she was going to turn the Mercedes garage into. She took over some of Toto’s smaller jobs like making sure the new stylist was picking appropriate clothing for the boys or making sure their nutritionists where feeding them enough food. But when she starts assisting Toto with more personal things a quite unprofessional relationship starts to develop. 

Sneak Peak:

"Get on your knees under my desk"

TW: Sensual… #CEO! Toto

Nico H X Ollie’s Older Sister! Olivia*

Plot: Nico first noticed Olivia around the paddock pretty early into the season but when she showed up in the Haas garage with Oliver Bearman it takes him roughly 5 seconds to realize she was the older sister. Nico couldn’t help his wandering eye or the way Y/N is almost always looking in his direction when his eyes find her. When they both end up plastered in Vegas their next actions completely change the direction of their future.

Sneak Peak:

“I’m fucking screwed, Nico!”

TW: Pregnancy, Drunk Sex.... #Dad! Nico

Team Principal! Daniel X Rookie Horner! Reader*

Plot: When Max Verstappen announced his retirement at the end of the 2025 season due to his beautiful daughter being born Red Bull Racing was faced with the challenge of who will replace the 4X World Champion. After a long debate the settled on Y/N Horner the oldest daughter of Christian Horner. Red Bull knew he could no longer be the Team Principal so who better to replace Christian than Daniel Ricciardo, former Red Bull driver. Y/N and Daniel almost instantly start butting heads. He thinks she’s too cocky and was only handed her seat while she was on a mission to prove her boss wrong and keep her seat. She would do anything to keep her seat.

Sneak Peak:

“Oh come on princess, P6 isn’t good enough to cum”

TW: DUB CON! Coercion… #Team Principal! Daniel

2024 F1 Grid X Paddock Bunny! Reader (requests are always open for the Paddock Bunny Series)

Plot: Y/N Brown has been with the majority of the guys on the grid by now but when they get the bright idea of renting out a sex club she gets to bounce from room to room exploring an intimate moment with each driver and their favorite kinks.

Sneak Peak:

"Get ready for a long night, Bunny"

TW: Gang Bang, Toys, Rough, Breeding

[kathlare]

santa doesn't know you like i do

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Set during a quiet Christmas night in London, this chapter follows Lando and Amelie through a series of warm, unexpected moments inside the Norris family home.

Wordcount: 4.2 k

Warnings: none

full masterlist // request over here!

December 25th, 2023 - London, United Kingdom

The house had gone quiet hours ago.

Christmas Eve dinner had ended late, the table once full of laughter and noise slowly emptying as everyone drifted off toward their rooms. Wrapping paper had been cleared away, dishes stacked in the kitchen, the fire downstairs left burning low enough to glow softly in the living room.

The Norris house slept.

Well.

Almost everyone.

Lando Norris was very much awake.

He stood in the kitchen in grey sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt, carefully pouring hot water into two mugs while glancing at the clock on the wall for what had to be the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes.

12:42 AM.

Not late enough.

Not yet.

He leaned back against the counter, rubbing his hands together with a restless kind of excitement.

It had taken four days of relentless texting.

Four days of begging.

Four days of dramatic voice notes and exaggerated complaints about how cruel she was being.

And finally—finally—Amelie had caved.

Mostly because she was also in London for Christmas this year with her family.

Which meant she was close enough.

Close enough to sneak out for a couple of hours.

Lando grinned to himself as he looked around the living room one more time.

He had prepared everything like a man planning the world’s most low-stakes heist.

The mistletoe hung perfectly above the doorway between the hallway and the living room.

Very strategically placed.

The plate of chocolate chip cookies Mila had baked earlier sat on the coffee table next to two mugs waiting for tea.

Technically they were meant for Santa.

Technically.

But Santa was not currently planning on sneaking into the Norris house for a very specific blonde girl at nearly one in the morning.

Lando glanced at them again and shrugged slightly.

Sacrifices had to be made.

He turned back to the kettle just as his phone buzzed softly on the kitchen counter.

His head snapped toward it immediately.

He grabbed it.

Ames💛: I’m here.

His heart did a stupid, immediate jump in his chest.

Lando didn’t even bother replying.

He was already walking.

Quick steps across the kitchen, through the hallway, and toward the front door, trying very hard not to make too much noise even though everyone in the house was already asleep.

The wooden floor creaked slightly under his feet.

He paused for a second, listening.

Nothing.

Good.

He unlocked the door and pulled it open.

Cold December air slipped inside instantly.

And there she was.

Standing on the other side of the doorway with her arms wrapped around herself for warmth, shoulders slightly hunched against the cold night air.

Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, little loose strands framing her face from the wind. A thick black coat wrapped around her body with a soft scarf layered over it, and one arm held a small Christmas present looped casually over her wrist.

Her nose was slightly pink from the cold.

And when she looked up at him, her smile was soft and a little tired but still completely Amelie.

Lando didn’t even try to hide the grin that spread across his face.

—Hi.—

She exhaled a small puff of cold air.

—Hi.—

He leaned forward immediately, cupping the side of her face with one hand and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

—Merry Christmas,— he murmured against her mouth.

She smiled into the kiss.

—Merry Christmas.—

It was warm.

Soft.

The kind of kiss that felt like it had been waiting all four days to happen.

When he pulled back slightly, his eyes instinctively moved past her shoulder toward the car parked at the curb.

The driver’s window rolled down slowly.

And there, sitting inside, was Elysia.

She raised a hand lazily and waved.

—Merry Christmas, Lando.—

He laughed quietly, leaning a little on the doorframe.

—Merry Christmas.—

Elysia turned her attention back to Amelie.

—Two hours,— she said casually. —Then I’m coming back.—

Amelie nodded.

—Okay.—

—Don’t make me come inside to drag you out.—

Lando smirked.

—Please don’t threaten me with a good time.—

Elysia rolled her eyes but laughed softly before the window rolled back up and the car slowly pulled away down the quiet street.

Lando stepped aside, gesturing toward the house.

—Come on.—

Amelie walked inside quickly, shivering slightly as the warm air of the house wrapped around her.

—God, it’s freezing.—

He closed the door behind her gently and immediately moved closer, helping her slip out of her coat.

The scarf came next.

And when the heavy layers came off, Lando finally saw what she was wearing underneath.

His eyebrows lifted slowly.

The dress was soft mauve, falling all the way to her ankles in a cozy knit fabric that somehow looked both comfortable and elegant at the same time. It rested off her shoulders, exposing her collarbones and the soft line of her neck, the long sleeves flaring slightly at the ends.

It looked warm.

But still very much a dress she had chosen knowing she’d see him tonight.

Lando’s eyes traveled down slowly… and then back up again.

He smiled.

A slow, teasing smile.

Amelie noticed immediately.

—What?—

He lifted his chin slightly, eyes flicking upward above her head with exaggerated innocence.

She frowned for a second before instinctively following his gaze.

And there it was.

Hanging perfectly above the doorway.

The mistletoe.

Amelie looked back at him.

—Seriously?—

But Lando was already leaning in again.

—House rules,— he murmured.

She barely had time to roll her eyes before his lips were on hers again.

This kiss wasn’t soft.

It was warm and playful and slightly desperate after four days apart.

And before she could react properly, Lando’s hands slid around her waist and lifted her clean off the floor.

Amelie let out a surprised laugh against his mouth.

—Lando!—

He kissed her again, spinning her slightly as her arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders.

—You took forever to get here.—

—It’s one in the morning!—

—Exactly.—

She laughed again, the sound echoing softly through the quiet house.

Lando finally pulled back, still smiling like an idiot as he lowered her slowly back onto the floor.

For a moment they just stood there in the hallway, both smiling in that quiet, giddy way that came after not seeing each other for a few days.

Then Lando seemed to remember something.

His eyes lit up.

—Wait here a second,— he said suddenly.

Before she could even ask why, he grabbed her hand gently and started pulling her toward the living room.

—What?— Amelie laughed softly as she followed him.

—Sit,— he said, guiding her toward the couch.

She sat down, still smiling at the excited energy vibrating off him.

—Okay…?—

Lando stepped back, already halfway turning toward the staircase.

—I’m gonna go get your present really fast.—

Amelie blinked.

—You didn’t have to—

—But I did,— he interrupted quickly, already backing away. —Don’t move.—

She shook her head fondly.

—Lando—

—Don’t move,— he repeated with a grin.

And then he was gone.

Bounding up the stairs two at a time like an overly excited golden retriever.

Amelie sat there for a moment, listening to his footsteps disappear upstairs.

Then she reached for the mug he had left on the table.

The tea was still warm.

She wrapped both hands around it, taking a small sip as her eyes moved around the living room.

The house was quiet.

The Christmas tree glowed softly in the corner, lights reflecting off ornaments and the window behind it. The fire crackled quietly in the fireplace, filling the room with that cozy warmth that made the whole place feel like a snow globe.

On the coffee table sat the plate of chocolate chip cookies.

Amelie smiled softly.

Of course there were cookies.

She reached over and picked one up, breaking off a small piece.

—He’s so adorable,— she murmured quietly to herself.

A few minutes passed.

Still no Lando.

She tilted her head toward the staircase.

—How long does it take to grab a present?—

Amelie stood slowly, mug still in her hands.

Curiosity had always been one of her worst traits.

She wandered a few steps across the living room, her eyes landing on the shelves near the wall where framed photos had been arranged over the years.

Some were newer.

Others were clearly old.

She leaned closer to one.

It was a photo of the Norris siblings from years ago, all four of them standing in what looked like a garden somewhere, younger and messier and laughing about something that clearly wasn’t captured in the photo.

Amelie smiled.

There were others too.

Family trips.

Christmas mornings.

Even one blurry photo where Lando had clearly been mid-laugh with his arm around someone just out of frame.

Her chest warmed with a strange mix of nostalgia and fondness.

She was so distracted by the photos that she almost didn’t notice the soft sound behind her.

A tiny shuffle.

Followed by a quiet little thump.

Amelie turned slightly.

For a second she thought it was Lando coming back down the stairs.

But instead…

A very small head appeared over the last step.

Two bright eyes peeked around the banister.

And then a tiny body climbed up the final stair with determined effort.

It was Mila.

Her curls were slightly messy from sleep, her little pajamas decorated with tiny snowmen, and she was clutching the railing with one hand as she looked across the room.

Her eyes landed on Amelie.

And immediately lit up.

Amelie blinked in surprise.

—Oh—

For a moment they both just stared at each other.

Mila tilted her head slightly.

Then, without hesitation, she stepped off the last stair and started waddling toward her with the confident curiosity only toddlers possessed.

Amelie crouched down instinctively.

—Hi there,— she said softly.

Mila stopped a couple feet away, studying her very seriously.

Then she pointed.

—Cookie.—

Amelie looked down at the one still in her hand and laughed quietly.

—Oh, you saw that, did you?—

Mila nodded solemnly.

Amelie broke the cookie in half and held out a piece.

—Okay. But just one.—

Mila took it immediately with both hands like it was the greatest gift she had ever received.

Then she climbed onto the couch with surprising determination.

Amelie sat beside her, watching her nibble on the cookie.

—You’re Mila, right?— she asked gently.

Mila nodded, cheeks already full of chocolate chip cookie.

—Mila.—

Amelie smiled.

—Hi Mila. I’m Amelie.—

The toddler considered that information carefully.

Then she grabbed Amelie’s hand.

Just like that.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Amelie blinked in surprise but didn’t pull away.

—Well… hello to you too.—

They sat there quietly for a moment, Mila happily eating her cookie while swinging her little legs over the edge of the couch.

—Christmas,— Mila suddenly announced proudly.

Amelie nodded.

—Yes. Christmas.—

—Santa.—

—That’s right.—

Mila looked very pleased with this conversation.

Upstairs, Lando finally reappeared at the top of the staircase holding a small wrapped box.

He started down the stairs quickly and then stopped halfway.

Because the scene in front of him made him freeze.

Amelie sat on the couch, slightly turned toward Mila.

Mila was leaning comfortably against her side, still munching on the cookie while holding Amelie’s hand with complete trust.

They were talking quietly.

And it was possibly the most adorable thing Lando had ever seen in his life.

He stayed there for a moment.

Just watching.

His chest doing that stupid warm thing it always did around her.

Lando stayed on the stairs a second longer than necessary, leaning lightly against the banister as he watched the scene below unfold.

Mila was still talking—well, as much as a toddler could talk—swinging her little legs over the couch cushion while Amelie listened with complete attention, nodding seriously like every word Mila said was the most important information in the world.

It made something warm settle in his chest.

Eventually, though, he continued down the rest of the stairs.

The soft creak of one step gave him away.

Amelie looked up first.

Mila followed her gaze immediately.

And the moment the toddler’s eyes landed on him, her entire face lit up.

—Lala!—

Before Lando could even react, Mila scrambled up onto the couch.

Actually stood on the couch.

Amelie gasped softly and grabbed her quickly by the waist before she could topple forward.

—Whoa, hey, hey, careful,— Amelie laughed, steadying the tiny girl as Mila stretched both arms dramatically toward Lando.

—Lala!—

Lando couldn’t help laughing.

—What are you doing out of bed?—

He walked the last few steps across the living room and gently scooped Mila into his arms, settling himself down on the couch as she climbed happily into his lap like that had been the plan all along.

Amelie sat beside them, one arm still loosely around Mila until she was safely settled.

Lando looked down at the little girl with a suspicious squint.

—You’re supposed to be asleep.—

Mila shook her head firmly.

—Santa.—

Lando raised an eyebrow.

—Santa?—

She nodded again, very serious.

—Santa.—

Amelie tried very hard not to laugh.

Lando looked at her briefly before turning back to Mila.

—Santa’s not gonna come if you’re awake, you know,— he said very matter-of-factly.

Mila gasped.

Her tiny hands flew to her cheeks in horror.

—No!—

Lando nodded solemnly.

—Yeah.—

She looked deeply offended.

Her little eyebrows scrunched together in the most dramatic pout imaginable.

—No.—

Lando sighed like a tired parent.

—Come on,— he said, standing up and lifting her easily into his arms. —Back to bed.—

Mila immediately twisted around to look at Amelie.

—Amelie come.—

Both adults blinked.

—What?— Amelie laughed softly.

—Come,— Mila insisted again, reaching one tiny hand toward her.

Lando smirked slightly.

—Looks like you’ve been recruited.—

Amelie rolled her eyes but stood up anyway.

—Fine. But I’m blaming you if Santa skips the house tonight.—

She kicked off her heels near the couch, leaving them by the rug before following them across the living room and toward the staircase.

The house was quiet again as they moved upstairs.

Lando walked slowly so Mila wouldn’t bounce too much in his arms, the toddler resting her head sleepily against his shoulder while Amelie followed just behind them barefoot, one hand lightly trailing along the banister.

Her dress brushed softly against the steps as she climbed.

Mila’s bedroom door creaked softly when Lando pushed it open.

The room was dim, only a small nightlight glowing in the corner shaped like a little moon. Toys were scattered neatly across shelves, and stuffed animals filled the bed like an army of fluffy bodyguards.

Lando walked over and carefully tucked Mila back under the blankets.

—There we go,— he murmured.

But Mila grabbed his sleeve immediately.

—Story.—

Of course.

Lando sighed dramatically.

—You’re milking this, you know.—

Amelie was already smiling as she crossed the room and settled into the small rocking chair near the bed.

—You’re the one who told her Santa wouldn’t come,— she whispered.

Lando grabbed a book from the small stack beside Mila’s bed.

—That was necessary psychological pressure.—

Amelie laughed quietly as the chair rocked slowly under her.

Lando sat beside Mila on the edge of the bed and opened the book.

His voice dropped into a softer tone as he started reading, turning the pages slowly while Mila curled under the blankets with her stuffed bunny tucked under her chin.

The room filled with the calm rhythm of his voice.

Amelie watched them.

Watched the way Mila’s eyelids slowly grew heavier.

Watched the way Lando absentmindedly brushed her curls back from her forehead while he read.

Watched the way his voice softened even more as the story went on.

At some point during the last few pages, Mila finally fell asleep.

Her tiny breathing even and peaceful.

Lando noticed immediately.

He finished the page quietly before closing the book and setting it gently on the bedside table.

For a moment he just sat there looking at her.

Then he stood carefully.

He turned toward the door.

But something made him pause.

Amelie wasn’t behind him.

He glanced back toward the rocking chair.

And there she was.

Asleep.

Curled slightly into the chair with one arm resting loosely in her lap, her head tilted softly to the side as the chair rocked slowly under its own momentum.

A loose strand of blonde hair had fallen across her cheek.

She looked peaceful.

Comfortable.

Completely unaware.

Lando smiled.

A soft, quiet smile.

He walked over slowly and crouched slightly beside the chair.

—Ames,— he whispered gently.

No response.

She didn’t even stir.

He chuckled under his breath.

Then he slid one arm carefully behind her back and the other under her knees before lifting her slowly from the chair.

Amelie shifted slightly in his arms but didn’t wake, instinctively curling closer against his chest as he stood.

Lando looked down at her for a second.

Still smiling.

Then he quietly left Mila’s room and walked down the hallway toward his own bedroom.

The door opened softly.

He crossed the room and lowered her gently onto the bed, pulling the blankets up over her.

Amelie sighed quietly in her sleep, immediately curling into the pillow like she had been there all night.

Lando stood there for a moment.

Watching her.

The house was completely silent again.

Christmas morning slowly creeping closer.

And somehow… this felt like the best part of the night.

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ameliedayman: don't you wanna wrap me up and mistle touch under the tree?

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stelladayman: my little christmas angel 🤍 → ameliedayman: stop i look 12 → stelladayman: exactly

schecoperez: feliz navidad adelantada hermanita 🎄 → ameliedayman: gracias checooo 🤍

swiftieracingclub: the caption sounds like a lyric i’m crying → erasangel: mistle TOUCH???

papayababy: if someone doesn’t kiss her under that tree it’s a crime → raceweekendbaby: someone already did probably

alex_albon: film photos??? we are artists now → ameliedayman: respect the vision pls → alex_albon: sorry photographer dayman

alexwolffofficial: ok but who took these because they’re kinda insane → ameliedayman: a mysterious photographer → alexwolffofficial: hmmm suspicious

monacostarboy: film photos always hit different → apexaddict: she looks like a 2000s movie character

amesarchives: the lighting??? the dress??? the hair???

landonorris: nice tree → papayaprincess: NICE TREE??? → gridtherapy: brother is fighting for his life in the comments → raceweekendbaby: man said “nice tree” and clocked out

papayalvr: lando really said “nice tree” while the caption is THAT → raceglow: man saw the caption and panicked

checkeredcutie: imagine being that pretty just casually in front of a christmas tree

landonorris: 🎄 → apexaddict: he’s nervous your honor → papayalvr: the emoji???

naileadevora: rapunzel christmas edition → ameliedayman: wait that’s actually good

amesnation: THE CAPTION???? HELLO???? → softforames: mistle TOUCH??? → monacodreamin: she knew exactly what she was doing

papayaprincess: lando commenting “nice tree” like we’re stupid → apexaddict: man is trying to act casual

gridgirl444: why does this look like it was taken in that monaco apartment kitchen house vibe place → tyretemps: not the kitchen theory again → drszone: IT NEVER LEFT

hannahmeloche: excuse me why do you look like a literal christmas ornament → ameliedayman: because i sparkle obviously → hannahmeloche: annoying

emmachamberlain: this feels like a 2003 movie poster in the best way → ameliedayman: wait i love that

maxfewtrell: who let you near a film camera → ameliedayman: my artistic growth is being ignored here → maxfewtrell: i’m proud of you kid

lan4life: the way lando commented immediately → orangehelmetclub: he was waiting

charles_leclerc: very aesthetic photos ame → ameliedayman: merci charlie

pitlaneprincess: ok but who took the photos though → apexaddict: exactly → monacodreamin: exactly… 👀

lilymhe: these are so cute 🤍 → ameliedayman: love u

papayaprincess: the caption is CRAZY actually → gridtherapy: she’s so unserious → raceweekendbaby: and we love her for it

lan4life: lando in the comments pretending the caption doesn’t exist → apexaddict: “nice tree” bro 😭

gridgirl444: these look like they were taken by someone who knows her really well → tyretemps: you mean… → drszone: we all know

papayababy: if someone doesn’t kiss her under that tree i volunteer

pitlaneangel: the lighting on these is insane → apexheartbeat: film cameras just hit different

monacostarboy: why do i feel like these were taken at like 1am after cookies and music

gridtherapy: not the entire internet investigating the background again → tyretemps: WE LEARNED FROM THE KITCHEN SITUATION

papayalvr: imagine being lando seeing THIS caption

checkeredcutie: she’s literally glowing in these photos → apexaddict: christmas magic

drszone: i know that tree smells amazing like pine and cinnamon → gridgirlie: the vibes are immaculate

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Christmas morning in the Norris house had always followed the same rhythm.

Soft footsteps in the hallway.

Doors opening gently.

Curtains being pulled back to let the winter light in.

And Cisca Norris walking through the house like a determined little Christmas elf whose mission was to drag her children out of bed whether they liked it or not.

It was still early.

The sky outside carried that pale grey-blue color that came just before the sun fully rose, and the house was quiet in the cozy way homes get during the holidays. Somewhere downstairs the faint smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls had already started to drift through the air.

Cisca walked down the hallway with quiet purpose.

First stop: Flo’s room.

She pushed the door open gently.

—Flo, darling… it’s Christmas morning.—

A groan came from under the blankets.

—Five more minutes.—

Cisca laughed softly.

—You said that ten minutes ago.—

She tugged lightly at the duvet until a sleepy Flo finally sat up, hair completely wild, blinking at the daylight.

—Fine, fine… I’m up.—

Mission accomplished.

Cisca continued down the hallway.

Next door.

Cisca’s room.

She knocked lightly before opening it.

—Sweetheart, wake up.—

Another sleepy protest followed, but it didn’t take long before Cisca was also sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

—Already?—

—Yes already,— their mum said cheerfully. —It’s Christmas.—

Two down.

One more to go.

Cisca walked the last few steps toward Lando’s bedroom.

She smiled to herself slightly.

Lando had always been the hardest one to wake up.

Even as a child he had been a professional sleeper. Christmas morning never changed that.

She knocked lightly.

—Lando?—

No response.

She turned the handle and pushed the door open.

—Lando, darling—

And then she stopped.

Completely.

Absolutely.

Frozen in the doorway.

Because Lando Norris was very clearly still asleep.

Spread across the bed in that messy way he always slept, one arm thrown above his head, the blankets half kicked off like he had lost a wrestling match with them during the night.

But that wasn’t what made Cisca stop breathing.

Because next to him…

Was a blonde girl.

Curled into his side under the covers.

Her hair spread across the pillow.

Very much asleep.

Very much in Lando’s bed.

Cisca stood there in stunned silence for a full three seconds.

Her brain slowly processing what her eyes were seeing.

Blonde girl.

In Lando’s bed.

On Christmas morning.

Her hand slowly lifted to her chest in quiet shock.

Then—very calmly, very quietly—she stepped backward out of the room.

And closed the door.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Click.

She remained standing in the hallway staring at the door like it had just personally offended her.

A mixture of confusion, shock, and mild maternal panic spreading across her face.

At that exact moment, two doors further down the hallway opened.

Flo stepped out first, now fully awake and wearing an oversized hoodie.

—Mum?—

Behind her, Cisca leaned out of her room.

—What’s wrong?—

Both of them stopped when they saw their mother standing there like someone had just told her aliens had landed in the kitchen.

—Mum?— Flo repeated.

Cisca blinked.

Still staring at Lando’s door.

—There’s… someone else in Lando’s bed.

Both girls froze.

—What?— Cisca said.

—What?!— Flo echoed louder.

Their mum nodded slowly, still processing.

—There’s a blonde girl in there.—

Flo and Cisca immediately looked at each other.

Their eyes went wide.

Then—without another word—they both moved.

Fast.

They practically sprinted the few steps toward Lando’s bedroom door like detectives approaching a crime scene.

Flo reached it first.

She carefully turned the handle.

Creeeeak.

The door opened just enough for both of them to peek their heads inside.

The room was still quiet.

Still soft with early morning light.

Lando hadn’t moved.

Still asleep.

Still tangled in blankets.

And the blonde girl beside him shifted slightly.

Her back had been turned toward the door before.

But now she moved just enough that her face tilted toward the morning light.

And Flo’s brain short-circuited.

Because the blonde girl wasn’t a stranger.

It was Amelie.

Amelie Dayman.

Flo’s eyes went enormous.

Beside her, Cisca inhaled sharply.

They both looked at each other.

Complete shock.

Then back at the bed.

Then back at each other again.

And without saying a single word, they slowly pulled their heads back out of the room.

The door closed gently.

Click.

Silence filled the hallway again.

For exactly one second.

And then, Flo grabbed her sister’s arms.

Both of them started bouncing up and down like human popcorn, screaming completely silently.

Their mouths open.

Hands flailing.

Pure, chaotic excitement exploding out of them without a single sound.

Amelie was back.

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Sebastian hehe I made my crush laugh hehe Vettel

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hai >-<

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Literally the cutest thing I've ever seen ok goodnight i gotta sleep now