✈️ ꜰʟɪɢʜᴛ ʀɪꜱᴋ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9: ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ✈️
ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ + ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪᴍʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ
ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ/ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ
ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ/ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ
The weeks following (Y/n)’s eighteenth birthday unfolded like pages in a well-loved book—each one tender, intimate, unhurried. It wasn’t just the physical side of their relationship that had deepened. It was the way she reached for his hand first now, the way he memorized her coffee order down to the foam pattern, the way they fought and made up like any normal couple—except, of course, they weren’t quite normal.
They existed in the seams between Lando’s hectic public world and her disciplined academic one. But slowly, those seams began to stitch together.
It was a quiet Thursday when she showed up at the paddock.
No disguises this time. Just her, in a McLaren jacket that Lando had draped over her shoulders that morning, eyes lit with the confidence of someone who no longer had to hide.
Zak had been the first to spot her.
“Hey,” he greeted with a friendly grin. “You must be…”
“(Y/n),” she said, holding out her hand. “Pilot student. Friend. Lando’s… friend.” She gave a small shrug, trying to sound casual.
Zak just chuckled, shaking his head. “I know,” he said, still smiling. “Welcome to the team, unofficially.”
Lando was already waiting inside his garage, pacing with the kind of nervous energy that usually only showed up before qualifying. When he saw her, he broke into a grin.
“You didn’t think I would?”
He pulled her in for a hug. “No, I did. I just didn’t expect you to be this confident about it.”
She whispered against his neck, “I don’t have to hide anymore. Neither do you.”
That weekend, she sat in the McLaren hospitality suite—surrounded by Oscar, Lily, Zak, and now even Lando’s parents. Cisca had been polite, sweet even, asking (Y/n) about her studies and passion for flying.
It wasn’t until the second day that Lando’s father approached her.
“I hear you’re the one who’s made him… different.”
(Y/n) didn’t quite know how to respond. “Is that a bad thing?”
His father gave a small smile. “Not at all. Just rare to see him this grounded.”
She nodded, understanding more than he probably realized. “He’s given me more than I could ever repay.”
“Maybe. But I think he’d say the same.”
After the race, Lando finishing on the podium again, they went back to his place in Monaco. It had become a sanctuary of sorts. The balcony overlooked the sea, and they watched the sky fade from blue to gold, their fingers intertwined on the lounge chair.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said.
He laughed. “Seriously. About your future.”
“Flying. Your dreams. The stuff you put on pause for me.”
She frowned. “I didn’t pause anything. You’ve helped me get here.”
“I know. But I don’t want to be the reason you compromise. I want to build something with you. Not around you.”
Her chest tightened. “You’re not holding me back, Lando. You’re pushing me forward. You always have.”
He cupped her cheek. “Promise me something, then.”
“When you get your license, take me flying.”
She grinned. “Deal. But I crash land us, you can’t complain.”
“Deal. As long as I’m with you.”
Three months later, she stood on the tarmac, headset in place, eyes scanning the Cessna she was cleared to fly for her solo.
He watched from the ground, next to her instructor, heart thudding not from fear—but awe.
When she took off, smooth and sure, the pride in his chest felt too big to contain. She was doing it. Becoming what she was always meant to be.
After she landed and jumped down the ladder with her helmet in hand, she ran straight into his arms.
“Like the sky finally found who it belonged to.”
Later that evening, they lay in bed, her head on his chest, their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Rain tapped softly on the windows, and the air smelled like lavender and sea salt.
“Do you think we’ll last?” she asked, voice small.
He turned to face her, brushing a hand down her cheek.
“I think we already have.”
She smiled. “It’s scary. How much I love you.”
“Then we’re both terrified.”
He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, soft and steady.
And in that kiss, they weren’t pilot and driver, student and celebrity, sugar baby and sugar daddy.
They were just two people who found something in each other the world told them they shouldn’t.
But love doesn’t ask for permission.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵—
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
📝 Note from the Author:
Hey, my lovely Alarwynnites! 💛
So… this is officially the last chapter of Flight Risk, though I might add a bonus scene as another mini-chapter exploring a glimpse of their future.
I just want to thank everyone who read, reblogged, liked, or even quietly lurked along for this journey. You all made this little fanfic feel so special 🥹✨.
I know this is probably the shortest fanfic I’ve ever written BHFSJBSUB, so I’m really sorry about that! I’ve been itching to post the Isack Hadjar one HAHAHA, but… Lando really stole the spotlight this time, huh? Very, very popular guy 😅.
Anyway! Tune in for the next title, I’ll try to update as much as possible and tick off some of the many titles I have lined up (some haven’t even been proofread yet T^T).
