Summary - You thought three years was enough time to move on. No amount of tie would help. 6K+ word count.
"Are you sure you're ok with this?" P asked you unsure.
"We both knew this was going to happen. Besides, it's yours and Max's day. It'll be nice to see him again" you reassured her.
"Ok, but if at any point you feel awkward or like you need to run away then let me know and I'll hide with you" she smiled to you.
"P, you can't hide during your own party" you laughed.
"Watch me. You're my best friend. I'd never let you hide away alone" she said sincerely causing you to laugh and pull her in for a hug.
"Thank you" you smiled. "Now, let's go before you're late!" you said rushing her out of her apartment where she was finishing getting ready for the party.
You and Lando had dated for around a two and a half years. Both well and truly smitten over one another. You'd spoken about houses, kids and marriage. Unfortunately fame hit you both quicker than you could keep up with, and due to clashing schedules you no longer had the time to see one another.
You'd never fell out of love, but the distance became too much for you both to handle. Lando becoming more and more famous in F1 and you were becoming globally famous for your music. It's what you'd both always wanted, however you'd hoped you could do this together. You'd tried to keep it together for so long but eventually it became too hard. Both your fans and Lando's fans were devastated by the news when it broke and still to this day they've not let it go.
Your best friend Pietra was dating Max F, Lando's best friend. That had been your friendship group, however after the break up you maintained your distance as Lando started on and off dating other girls, and this was too uncomfortable for you to deal with. You also never wanted to make your friends feel uncomfortable with the situation.
The day you broke up was the last day you ever saw him in person. No bad blood, no bad words exchanged. Just two people heart broken over the situation they'd found themselves in, yet in your eyes, Lando had handled it a lot better than you had.
Today was going to be the first time you'd seen him since the break up 3 years ago. P and Max were throwing an pre wedding party so all family members could celebrate as not everyone to come to the stag and hen do, and since you were the Maid of Honour, and Lando was the Best Man, you were both going to be in attendance. Lando wasn't coming alone though. His current girlfriend was joining him and all you can think about is how much you wanted the world to swallow you whole.
You pulled up to the venue with Max waiting outside for P.
"Ok, I'll see you in there" you said trying to hold some form of confidence in your voice.
"I swear I won't be long. You'll be fine, I promise" P reassured you.
You stepped out of the car and gave Max a smile and quick hug before walking into the venue. It was a beautiful Manor House, filled with bouquets of flowers and fairy lights. You could hear people talking amongst themselves as you started walking down the hallway. Your stomach did a flip and you felt like you could throw up at any moment from nerves. You were used to going on stages and performing in front of thousands of people but this was too much for you to handle.
As you continued walking you say a waiter with a tray of free drinks for the guests. You grabbed one, downing it as fast and you could, before picking up another one.
"Make sure you stay near me this evening please. I'm going to need it" you nodded to the waiter who laughed and nodded back.
"Come on, no more of that. You're going to be fine, I promise" a voice called out calmly from behind you.
"I don't think we can be so sure. I feel like I could be sick right now" you laughed.
"I'll stay with you. You won't be on your own then" P's brother Joao smiled to you.
"Thank you" you smiled walking into the main room with him.
There were tables set up and a few people had already taken a seat, whilst others were stood around chatting to one another. Tati waved you and Joao over to her table before you had a chance to look around the room. You were greatful for that instant distraction.
"Y/N! It's lovely to see you. It's been far too long" she said standing up to greet you.
"I know. I'll have to come and see you more. I have more control now over my schedules and the tour is almost done so I can finally breathe again" you smiled to her.
"Well once it's over you'll have to come and spend some time with us in Miami"
"That sounds perfect" You smiled to her.
People begin to clap and whistle, pulling you out of your conversation and your eyes travel to Max and P who are walking into the room together. A smile beamed across your face. Seeing them both so happy together and now engaged was the best feeling. P was like the sister you'd never had and seeing her find love warmed your heart.
As your eyes follow them walking to their table you catch sight of a familiar looking figure and your gaze focuses on the silhouette in front of you. Lando stood next to his new girlfriend, smiling and clapping Max and P.
Before you have a chance to turn your attention back onto Max and P, Lando’s eyes lock with yours. You can feel you heart hammering in your chest.
You swore you were fine. Swore that you had moved on. No hard feelings, no fall out, but you couldn’t just remain friends after the way you broke up. It would be too hard for anyone to move on from if you did.
Here and now, seeing him stood with someone else, even after all these years cut you deeper than you thought it would. You knew it would hurt, you weren't naive, but you didn't expect this level of hurt. Not after this amount of time had passed. It wasn't his fault. He'd simply moved on, which you'd tried doing but weren't able to. You'd tried blaming your busy life so often, but deep deep down, where you hid feelings you weren't ready to admit out loud, was the knowledge that you just weren't over Lando, and you don't think you ever will be.
You both smiled to one another as you all took your seats again, but you could feel the pain in your chest sharpen as his girlfriend whispered something into his ear, turning his attention away from you.
"Y/N?" You heard Joao say next to you, snapping you out of your own thoughts.
"Hmm?" you said turning to face him.
"I just asked if you're ok?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm good, thanks" you lied to him before looking before looking over to where P and Max sat and smiling again softly.
As the evening went on, drinks started flowing and music was blasting. Everyone was up, dancing and having a great time. You were sat at your table, having a drink and catching up with Joao.
"How you holding up?" P asked as she came and sat down next to you.
"I'm ok" You smiled to her.
"Truthfully?"
"I'm fine. He looks so happy with her. I'm glad he's found someone. You tried to say convincingly. Unfortunately for you, P knew you better than that.
"Honestly, they're still very new. They've only been together for about 5 months. She's nice enough but from what Max has told me about the relationship I can't see it lasting. They just seem a bit too different" you whispered in a drunken manner.
"I think you've had a bit too much to drink" you laughed.
"Nooooo, I'm fine" She whispered again a bit too close to you causing you to laugh again.
Max walked over to your table to find P.
"Is she ok?" He asked you
"She's fine. She's just maybe had a little too much to drink" you laughed to him.
"No no, I'm fine. I'm only telling you the truth. We want you guys to get back together" She hiccuped.
"P. I think that's enough" Max said quickly.
"What? We've both said so many times that they're made for one another, and timings are different now"
"Yes, well I don't think him and his new girlfriend would agree" you said.
Max and P shared a look with one another. No words exchanged but a knowing look between them both. You hadn't seen this though as you were standing up ready to take P to the bar to grab a glass of water.
"Come on, let's get some water" you laughed to her.
"Thanks Y/N" Max smiled to you and you smiled back at him with a nod.
You got to the bar and asked the bartender for a glass of water. P drank it as quick as she could since her favourite song came through the speakers and she wanted to go and dance.
"You coming?" She asked you.
"I will. Just going to get another drink for me and Joao. I owe him one" You smiled.
"Ok, see you in a minute then" She smiled.
You turned back and ordered yours and Joao's drinks. You started playing with your bracelet whilst waiting. Caught up staring into nothing. Your mind replaying old moments between you and Lando.
"Hey" you heard in that oh so familiar voice. You didn't react, thinking that it was your mind playing cruel tricks on you. "Y/N?" you heard again, louder this time. You shook your head lightly, focusing back in the room and turned your head to where you heard the voice.
"Oh, hey" you smiled and you saw Lando now stood next to you.
"It's great to see you. How have you been?" he asked.
"It's great to see you too. I've been good thank you. Congratulations on your Championship win" You smiled to him.
"Oh, yeah, thanks, you heard about it?"
"Lando, everyone heard about it" you laughed.
"I guess so" he laughed. "Did you watch it?"
"Of course I did" you sighed a soft smile and he smiled a nodded back.
"Congratulations on your tour. You're doing incredible"
"Thank you Lan. I'm finally getting control over my schedule now too. This is my last tour for a few years. It's been amazing but I'll be greatful for the break too" you nodded.
"Any plans with your downtime?"
"Tati's invited me to stay with them in Miami. Obviously help P and Max with any wedding stuff they need help with. Other than that, no plans. Just see where each day takes me"
The bartender slid your drinks in front of you before asking Lando for his order.
"Beer?" Lando asked you looking down at your drinks.
"For Joao"
"You and Joao?"
"What? No" you laughed louder than you expected. "No, he just saw me as I walked in and we sat next to each other. We went in on rounds with one another that's all" you laughed.
"Oh, sorry, I just thought maybe" he said awkwardly.
"No" you laughed again. "Just me. I saw you've got a girlfriend now though, she seems lovely, I'm happy for you" you smiled.
"Yeah, she's, nice" he said unsure.
"Nice?" You asked knowing him well enough to know there was something more to it.
"I mean, yeah, she's" but before he could finish the sentence she arrived next to him.
"Baby? Come dance with me" she said dragging him away.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I'm coming" He said to her before turning back to look at you
"Bye" you mouthed and smiled awkwardly.
"Sorry, bye Y/N" he smiled back.
Two weeks had since gone by since the party and P had invited you over for a paint and sip night. You were both in the dining room, glass of wine each on the table and a plate each that you were decorating.
Half hour later you hear the click of the front door and voices chatting away. You and P looked up at one another confused. Max had gone out and wasn't supposed to be home for another 5 hours at least.
"Hello?" P shouted towards the front door.
"Hey!" Max shouted back.
"I didn't think you were due back until later?" she shouted back again.
"Shoot got postponed so we came back here to game for a bit" he said walking into the dining room where you both sat.
"We?" P asked.
"Hey P" Lando said walking in behind Max.
"Oh, hey Lando. Sorry, I just wasn't expecting anyone" She said awkwardly.
Lando's head turned to your direction suddenly noticing you sat opposite P, the doorframe had been hiding you for a brief moment from his line of vision.
"Hey" you said quietly with a soft smile.
"Oh, Y/N, hey" he smiled back.
"Fancy a drink?" P asked Lando.
"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks P"
"Max, can you help me please?" she said as they both quickly exited the room.
"Subtle" you said causing Lando to laugh.
"Sorry. I didn't really get a chance to speak with you at the party" he said to you as he took a seat next to you.
"It's fine, you were busy with your girlfriend. No need to apologise" You smiled.
"Ex-girlfriend. We broke up" he corrected you.
"Oh, Lando, I'm so sorry"
"Don't be. It was very new anyway" he sighed.
"Lan, I really am sorry. What happened?"
“We were just in different places I guess. It’s really great to see you though Y/N. I’ve missed you” he said with an honestly that you didn’t expect from him.
“Ive missed you too” you smiled.
Max and P walked back into the room with P placing Lando’s drink down softly in front of him.
“Ready to stream?” Max asked Lando.
“Yeah” Lando said standing up and following him out of the room.
An hour later, after you and P had finished your painting and spoken about all the wedding plans P started complaining that she was hungry.
“We can order something?” You suggested.
“Yeah ok, I’ll ask the guys if they’re hungry too” she said getting up and walking to Max’s gaming room. “Yeah they said they could eat too” she said walking back out.
“Alright, I’ll just get Chinese food shall I?” You asked.
“Yeah, I’m not going back in to disturb them again” she agreed heading into the kitchen to grab the plates and cutlery.
30 minutes later and the food order had arrived.
“I’ll get them” you said to P who was unboxing all of the food to put on the worktop.
You knocked the door lightly but had no response. You could hear the guys answering chat and laughing away. You slowly pushed the door open trying not to cause too much attention but they still didn’t notice or hear you. That was until they saw chat going crazy.
OMG HI Y/N!!
Y/N we’ve missed you!
WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW? ARE THEY BACK TOGETHER????
She’s so pretty😭
PLEASE TELL ME WE CAN ALL SEE HER AND MY EYES AREN’T PLAYING CRUEL TRICKS ON ME??
This caused them both to turn around.
“Foods here!” You smiled.
“Thank god, I’m so hungry!” Max said leaning back in his chair.
“Come say hi to chat?” Lando asked you spinning around to fully look at you.
You walked closer to Lando’s chair, looking at the comments and smiling.
“Hi chat! Thank you for the lovely comments!” You waved.
Y/N, I love you!!
Petition to get Y/N to start her own streams please!
Marry me!
“Right, I’m going to help P in the kitchen whilst Y/N finds someone to marry” Max said laughing and heading out of the room into the kitchen.
“What did you order?” Lando asked you.
“Your usual” you smiled and he smiled back.
She remembers his order!!!
Chat… are we witnessing something?
Is she already a wifey??👀👀
That smile! Chat we’ve lost him again to her!
You both looked back at chat reading through the messages that were flooding in and laugh lightly.
“Right, that’s it. Bye chat” Lando said before ending the stream abruptly.
“I’m really sorry about that” he said rubbing the back of his neck.
“Don’t be, it’s fine” you laugh.
“So, you remembered my order?” He teased.
“Of course I did” you said softly.
“Y/N?” He said quietly
“Hmm?”
“Guys, do you want me to dish up your food or do you want to do it?” P shouted.
“Never mind” Lando said before you both walked into the kitchen.
You all took your seats around the dinner table. You were surprised at how easy it felt being back in the same group you once loved so much, just with a different dynamic now. Sure there were some awkward moments between you and Lando where neither of you were sure how you should be acting, but apart from that it felt like the good old days and you’d missed that so much.
“Ok, so, stag and hen.” Max began.
“Oh god, what did you do?” Lando asked.
“So, we may have changed our minds” P said like she was trying to diffuse a bomb.
“What do you mean? This is far too last minute to be changing your minds!” You said shocked.
“We were thinking of combing them” Max said.
“Excuse me?” Lando asked very unimpressed.
“One big house. Everyone stays and parties there instead of hotels” Max continued.
“But I had plans!” Lando moaned.
“Did those plans include a stripper?” P asked with raised eyebrows.
“Maybe”
“Then combined it is. No strippers!” P said looking him in the eyes.
You let out a little laugh and he nudged your knee with his under the table.
“Don’t laugh!” He said looking at you.
“Sorry, can’t help it” you smiled.
You all enjoyed your meal together. Catching up, chatting about everything and nothing. You and Lando slowly started to fall back into that natural ease that you'd always had with one another. You couldn't explain it. Neither of you could, but you had some type of draw to one another, a connection that you didn't have with anyone else.
None of you had been on your phones. Blissfully unaware of what was happening online, until you go to check your phone, to see if there's any tickets left available for your last show of the tour. You were given a set amount that you could leave aside for people but you'd already promised Charles, Carlos and Max V, you'd also promised some of your media crew and make up crew tickets for their families, so at this point you were no longer sure how many you had left to give away.
"Oh, shit" you said, wide eyed and staring down at the screen in front of you.
"What's wrong?" P asked.
"The internet is going mental over me being in the stream earlier"
"What?" Lando said leaning in close over your shoulder to look at your phone.
Max and P scrambled for their phones, looking to see the chaos unfolding.
"At least the comments are nice?" P said trying to make the best of what was happening.
You and Lando both looked up at her, shooting her a look.
"What?" She laughed. "It's not the internets fault. You've shown up in a stream, still knowing Lando's order, he's given you a look that has clearly sent people into a frenzy. Fans have wanted this for 3 years now. You can't blame them for losing their shit with excitement" she said, hands raised in the air.
"She has a point" Max nodded.
"But people can't just jump to conclusions like that!" You said, already knowing how ridiculous you sounded. You knew the world you lived in, and how people react to even the tiniest of breadcrumbs.
"I already know what questions I'm getting next weekend now" Lando laughed dragging his hands down his face.
"I'm so sorry!" You said looking to him with a slightly worried expression.
"Don't be sorry you muppet, it's fine" he smiled to you, still leaned in to look at the comments on your phone with his arm around the back of your chair, where it remained for the rest of the evening.
Your week had been busy. Really busy so Lando had invited you to his race along with Max and P to unwind. You knew what people would think but they were already thinking it anyway so you agreed. You'd text a couple of times throughout the week but just about plans for the stag and hen do.
You walked into the paddock alongside Max and P when you saw Charles and Carlos walking towards you deep in conversation, until a fan shouted your name causing them to snap their heads up. Max and P said they'd meet you in the hospitality area so you could catch up with the guys.
"Y/N!!! What are you doing here?" Carlos said coming over to hug you.
"It's great to see you back here again!" Charles added.
"Lando invited me. My weeks been busy so this is a great way to take my mind off it all" you said as you gave Charles a hug too.
"So are you both?" Carlos asked looking at you. He didn't need to finish the sentence for you to know what he was asking.
"No, we've only seen each other twice, first at a party and the other was a fluke'"
"You seemed pretty happy to be near one another again from what I've seen online though" Charles said raising his eyebrows at you.
"It's lovely seeing him again. Easy to fall back into our old friendship"
"So any chance of a reconsilliation?"
"I don't know"
"What do you mean you don't know hermana? Do you still have feelings for him?"
"Of course I do Carlos. I've not been able to move on clearly, but he has. He's been with multiple girls since me"
"3. He's seen 3 girls. Not one lasted longer than 5 months for obvious reasons" Charles said quickly.
"Time doesn't matter. He still moved on" you sighed.
"Y/N?" you heard a thick dutch accent call out from behind you.
"Max!" you said turning around, happy to see him again.
"It's lovely to have you back! We've all missed you!" he said hugging you.
"I've missed you all too" you hugged him back.
"Who are you here with?" he asked you
"Lando invited me. I'm here with Max and P"
"He finally plucked up the courage to tell you how he feels then?" he asked.
"What?" you asked shocked. "No, we've only seen each other recently through friends. He just invited me to take my mind off my busy schedule" you said.
"Oh, shit, sorry. Ignore me" he scrambled.
Carlos and Charles shot him a look from behind you.
"Am I missing something?" you asked all three of them.
"Um, no, I don't think so. Just crossed wires on our end. Ignore us. How's the tour going?" Charles asked trying to quickly change the subject.
"Busy, very busy, but it's been such an incredible time. I've got your tickets too for the last show. Just turn up and tell them who you are, you'll be on the list"
"We can't wait. Thank you! Break after that?" Carlos asked.
"Yes! No more tour for a few years now. It's been amazing but exhausting so I'll be glad for the break" you smiled.
"So, we'll be seeing you more around the paddock?" Max asked.
"Maybe" you smiled.
"We've got to go but it was great seeing you. The girls can't wait to see you perform!" Charles smiled.
"I can't wait to see them! Good luck with the race guys" you said hugging them all individually before heading over to meeting Max and P.
You met Max and P in hospitality, chatting away about nothing when Lando appeared behind you, resting his hands either side of the back of your chair and tilting himself over you ever so slightly.
"How you feeling mate?" Max asked him.
"Feeling good" he nodded with a smile.
"Oh, before I forget" you said holding you phone up for Lando to see your screen and leaning your head back to look at him.
"Perfect timing!" he said looking down to you with a smile.
"What?" P asked.
"Just some details for the stag and hen do coming together that's all" you smiled.
"Nothing to worry about, I swear, you'll like it" Lando tried reassuring her.
"I feel nervous now" she groaned.
"It's something for the memories. Nothing to be nervous about. You don't have to do anything" you also tried reassuring her.
"Ok ok, but I swear you'd better not be lying" she said pointing to you both with a stern look.
"I promise" you said.
"Right, I've got to go. You watching here or the garage?" Lando asked you all.
"Garage?" Max asked you and P waiting for approval and you both nodded.
The race didn't go to plan for McLaren. Tyres incorrectly chosen, Oscar with a penalty and then Lando DNFing, but despite all of that, he seemed to be in very good spirits.
"Yeah, highlight was obviously the first lap, um, and then I went out with a bang, literally, so that was uh, just not, not our day, I guess from, uh, a decision point of view" Lando said during his interview.
"We're sorry that today didn't go the way the team had hoped. You're not usually this smiley after a DNF. Is there a particular reason or special someone behind that smile?" the interviewer asked.
Lando shook his head, trying but failing to suppress a smile. "No, nope, nothing to announce" he said. "Just... in a good place I guess"
"Are you sure?" she said smirking off camera to him.
"Don't put me under pressure" he laughed.
"So that's not a no"
"No comment" he laughed again
"Fair enough" she laughed. "Thank you for your time Lando"
"Thank you" he said before walking off.
You, Max and P met Lando post interviews and walked to his car ready to head back to the hotel.
"So, tomorrow's the week. You guys ready for it?" Lando asked looking at Max and P in his car mirror.
"Absolutely! Stag and hen celebrations follow by marrying my best friend" Max smiled looking at P.
The flight went quicker than you'd expected, especially whilst listening to P quiz Max on every detail of the wedding, making sure he knew exactly what was what. You pulled up outside the Villa that had been hired for the stag and hen do, seeing everyone waiting outside for Max and P to arrive. Lando had made sure to text Ed to let everyone know when you were close and to have drinks waiting for them both. You and Lando told them to go and enjoy themselves and you'd sort their luggage out for them. You headed to the master bedroom, wheeling their suitcases in and setting them down on the floor at the foot of the bed for them before talking a walk around the house trying to locate where you'd each be sleeping. That's when it quickly dawned on you. Everyone here is either married or in a relationship and therefore already sharing rooms, leaving 1 room left for you and Lando.
"Well, I guess we're sharing then" you said, giving Lando an awkward smile.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I thought there were enough rooms" he said rubbing the back of his neck.
"It's fine Lan, don't worry about it" you smiled whilst wheeling your suitcase into your room.
"Drinks?" Lando asked you.
"Absolutely" you said following him out of the room and down to the kitchen.
You saw some of the couples stood around planning to hire Jet Ski's tomorrow. You and Lando hadn't made an itinerary. You'd both agreed to keep things causal, with people choosing what they wanted to do instead. That was the dynamic of your group anyway so why fix something that isn't broken was your thought process.
"Y/N, you joining? We're all doing it as couples but you can do it individually too?" P asked you excitedly.
"Definitely!" you said matching her level of enthusiasm.
"Lando, you fancy joining?" one of the guys asked.
"Um, it's ok, I don't want to intrude" he said awkwardly.
"Don't be silly. Of course he'll join" you smiled.
"Great. We'll book you both on!" he said before walking off to book the activity.
"Are you sure?" Lando asked you.
"Lan, they're your friends too. Don't feel like you can't join just because we're not together anymore"
"What, like you used to do?" he asked quietly as he started walking back to the kitchen.
"That's not fair. You had moved on, there were other girls on the scene. It's not the same" you said following him
"Moved on?" he said shocked with a hint of irritation. "Y/N, I was just about surviving" he said in a defeated tone.
"It didn't look that way from the outside Lando" you said just as irritated now. It was only then that you both noticed others heading towards the kitchen.
You both walked down the hallway in silence before getting to your room. You walked into your en suite, looking in the mirror and smoothing out your hair. Neither of you said a word until Lando barged in seconds later.
"Fuck this, we're talking about it" he said from behind you.
"Here? Right now?"
"Yes Y/N, right now. You honestly think I moved on? Just like that?" he asked annoyed.
"That's how it seemed Lan. I wasn't angry, but I just couldn't be around you and other girls" you said honestly.
"I get that, I do, but I never moved on. No relationship got past 5 months because I couldn't do it"
"What?" you asked confused.
"I couldn't move on. I couldn't be with someone who wasn't you. No matter how hard I tried it always came back down to you. The day that I saw you at the party made me finally realise why it was that I couldn't make my relationships work. I thought it was just that we were too different but it wasn't that, it was that I'm not over you, over what we had! I broke up with her the day after the party because all I could think about was you!"
"Lando"
"I get how it would have seemed to you from the outside, believe me I do, but I need you to know that non of them even came close to what we had"
"Lan, I'm not bothered that you saw other people. But you can't make a comment like that, acting shocked that I didn't hang around with you all anymore. I couldn't be around that. It killed me seeing someone else with you when all I thought about, every single day, was you. I'd fall asleep wishing you were next to me, trying to convince myself that I could let you go, but that's so far from the truth that all I could do was remove myself from the situation"
"I understand, and I'm sorry you felt that way. I just need you to know that it's how I felt every single day too" he sighed.
"And now?" you asked. "What happens now? We're friends, people who see one another through friends special occasions?"
"I think we both know we're more than that. I know I can't keep pretending that I'm not feeling what I feel" he said stepping closer to you.
"And what's that?" you asked.
"That I still love you" he said with a level of confidence that took you by surprise.
"I still love you too" you said your heart hammering so hard in your chest you swore you could hear it.
All restraint you had both shown before had now completely dissolved. Lando stepped closer, closing the gap between you. His lips found yours, not rushed, but familiar, like this is where you both belonged. His one hand found its way to your hip, pulling you in even closer, his other travelled to the back of your neck. Yours ran through his curls before you both pulled back slightly. Neither of you stepped away, both still holding onto one another.
"Our secret for a little while? I want you to myself for a bit" he asked you.
"Sounds perfect. No pressure, just us" you smiled before you closed the gap between you again.
"I'm a little worried I'm not going to be able to let you go though" he laughed as you pulled back again.
"I had the same feeling" you laughed back to him.
“We’re idiots for leaving it this long” he laughed.
“But, we’ve found our way back” you smiled. “Let's go before people start looking for us" you said dragging him out of the en suite.
You headed back out and joined P on the sun lounger.
"Where did you disappear to?" she asked you.
"Just wanted to freshen up after the flight" you smiled to her.
"Lando too?" she said with a smirk.
"Yeah" you smiled.
"Mmhmm" she smiled before she shot Max a look who was stood over the other side of the pool at the outside bar.
"You and Y/N all good mate? Max asked Lando.
"Yeah, I guess, why?" Lando asked trying to act casual.
"You just disappeared for a bit that's all" he said back.
"Just wanted to freshen up after the flight" he smiled to Max.
"With Y/N?" Max said probing.
"Well we are sharing a room, so yeah" Lando said a bit too casually.
"You kissed her didn't you!" Max whisper yelled.
"What?"
"You so did!"
"Max, shut up or I swear I'll kill you, even on your own stag"
"Mate, I'm so happy for you!" Max said causing a loud groan from Lando. Max then gave a wide grin and a thumbs up over to P who squealed loudly behind you making you jump.
"What the hell was that?" you asked her.
"You two! Something happened didn't it" she asked you.
"What?"
"Don't try and deny it. Me and Max can read you both like a book"
"I don't know what you're talking about P" you tried to brush her off.
"OMG you kissed him!" She squealed again, louder this time causing Max and Lando to look over at you, along with the rest of the group.
"Oh my god, P!" you said covering your face and leaning backwards on the sunbed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be that loud!" she said apologetically, by which time Max and Lando had made their way around the pool and were now sat at the end of your sunbeds.
"So that secret lasted all of three seconds" Lando said as he led down next to you and you laughed.
"Sorry, I'm just really excited for you both" P said with a hint of embarrassment.
"It's fine" you laughed. "Oh, also the surprise you were worried about has just arrived" you said as Ed walked back out from the villa with a bunch of polaroid cameras. "We know you like to keep pictures for memories, so we bought a load of Polaroid cameras for people to use as they please and you can keep the photos"
"oh, guys, I love that! Thank you so much!" she beamed.
The day went by in a blur and after your flight earlier on you were exhausted and ready for bed. You got changed and slid into bed, followed by Lando seconds later. He opened his arm and you slid yourself into his side, hand resting on his chest. You both let out a satisfied sigh.
"I've missed this"
"Me too"
The wedding day morning was a mixture of fun, excitement and pure chaos, with you trying to calm P's nerves and Lando texting you to come and help them as neither him nor Max could figure out how the ties went since they were both hungover from what was meant to be 'quiet drinks' the night before.
"There, fixed" you said as you finished Lando's tie after sorting Max's.
"You look beautiful" he smiled to you.
"You look very handsome too" you said placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
"I can't wait to marry you one day" he smiled softly at you.
"It'll be the easiest yes I've ever said" you smiled to him.
He pulled you in to him, giving you a passionate kiss.
"Enough of that. I need to get married today first please!" Max laughed.
"Sorry" you smiled. "I've got to get back to P, see you down there. Good luck Max" you said hugging him.
The ceremony was beautiful. You swore you wouldn't cry, but there you were, tears welling up as you watched your best friend marry the love of her life. The evening was spent dancing and drinking and you had the best time imaginable.
1 month later and here you were, stood, waiting to perform your last show of the tour.
You had all your guests in their own little VIP section. Lando, Max, P, Charles, Carlos, Max, Rebecca, Alex and Kelly. You stood off to the side, nerves bubbling. It never got any easier. When you got onto the stage the crowd went wild. The energy was electric and your nerves eased off a bit. The night went without a hitch, it was your best performance to date.
"Thank you all so much for coming and supporting me. Non of this would be possible without the support of all of you. I've got some special supporters here tonight" you said as you waved over to the VIP section. "As this is the last concert of the tour, I wanted to say that I've seen all your comments online, all your edits, all you deep diving investigations and 'proof' videos, and whilst non of them have been correct, we still found our way back to one another. So, that being said, please make some noise for my boyfriend, the fandom's long awaited reunion, Lando Norris. I love you" You said smiling over to him.
"I love you" he shouted back causing a sea of awwws to erupt throughout the arena.
back after a writer's block. tbh not so sure about this but since older bf!lando's always a serve so fuck it ig🤷♀️
ibiza was hot, like scorching.
lando smiled as he watched you laugh with his friends. fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare shoulder. god, he still remembers how nervous you were to meet his friends — though he was lot more. the age gap used to be the elephant in the room no one really addressed but if anyone saw your table from a 3rd person's perspective they'd see a group of young adults that are close friends.
"enjoying?" he asked as you hummed in agreement before getting tangled up in a conversation with max fewtrell's girlfriend. you laughed again, that bright, unrestrained sound that had turned heads since you’d walked into the restaurant. your hands moving animatedly as you spoke to max’s girlfriend, bracelets clinking softly. you fit there so easily now — smiling, chatting, sipping from your glass — like you’d always been part of this little circle.
it was strange, really. few months back, you were all nerves, clutching lando’s hand under the table during your first dinner with his friends, whispering that you weren’t sure if they’d like you. now, watching you, lando almost couldn’t remember that version of you. you’d grown into the space, carved out your own place in their group — something he was quietly proud of.
"someone's tanned terrifically well." he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "you're just saying that." you rolled your eyes at him. it was a well known fact in the world of f1 .i.e. if there's someone who tans gorgeously than it's hands down lando norris. he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, "darling—" "norris you really to get a fucking room!" ethan interrupted. the man referred to, just gave him the middle finger from behind his girlfriend’s back.
the night spilled softly into gold and violet, the air humming with laughter and the low roll of waves. lando leaned back in his chair, one arm slung casually behind you — though every time your shoulder brushed his forearm, his breath stuttered just a little.
the hotel door clicked shut behind you, sealing the muffled bass of distant music and the warm hush of the room. the air-con hummed low, cool against skin that was still heated from the walk back. you turned around to remove your heels, the hem of your shell skirt brushing against your thigh with that faint, delicate clatter it had made all evening.
lando leaned against the door, hands still in his pockets, a slow grin tugging at his mouth. "that thing," he said, pointing toward your skirt, voice as he removed his own shoes, "hasn’t shut up all night." you blinked, half-smiling. "you mean my skirt?"
"mhmm." he pushed off the door, stepping closer. "every time you moved, it sounded like it was telling on you.” he muttered, warping his arms around you. you laughed, heat creeping up your neck. "maybe it just wanted attention." you shrugged kissing his left cheek. lando pulled you closer — if possible. tilting his head, his eyes skimmed your outfit before meeting yours again, "then it got plenty."
his lips found yours as his hands worked to pull the strings of your white cami top ( which barely covered your back with it's two strings ). his hands worked on your skirt next working till you were stark naked as he walked you two back to the loveseat in back of the room. pulling you down on his lap. lando couldn't lie but he let out a moan seeing naked figure.
"god, how'd i get so luck with you pretty girl?" he muttered as if enchanted by your beauty. "stop!" you scrunched your nose as the heat crept up your cheeks and neck. you straddled his lap, arms draping over his shoulders. lando captured your lips in a slow and sensual kiss, tongues tangling languidly as he explored each part of your mouth and left you dizzy. lando's hands roamed around your back, tracing the dip of your spine with his knuckles. you rocked your hips, grinding down against him as you deepened the kiss. you could feel every inch of his length pressing against your aching core, separated only by the fabric that covered him.
lando groaned into your mouth, his fingers digging into your hips as he guided your movements. he bucked up against you, the friction delicious even through the barrier of clothes. "fuck" he breathed, breaking the kiss to nip at your bottom lip. "you feel so good." you smiled, leaning back to give him better access to yout neck. lando didn't hesitate, peppering your neck with open-mouthed kisses and sharp nips that made you shiver with pleasure. you rocked your his against his as the sensation.
"fuck i need you now" he kissed your neck as he pulled out a condom from his jeans pocket before pushing it down and freeing his cock. he ripped off the wrapper by his teeth and wrapped your hand around his shaft, giving himself a slow stroke from root to tip. lando groaned, his head falling back as he focused on the feeling of your soft palm encircling him before putting the condom on. "come on princess, do your thing" lando breathed. you didn’t need to be told twice as you positioned yourself over his hard length. his hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding you down onto his cock in one smooth motion. yoj both groaned as he filled you, stretching your walls to accommodate his thickness.
you began to move, rocking your hips against his as you rode him slowly. lando's hands guided your movements, helping you find a steady rhythm that had them both panting with pleasure. lando threw his head behind, letting you take control for awhile. "fuck, i've been thinking about this all day." he blabbered, feeling your hot core wrap around his cock. "you feel so good around me." he muttered against your bare breast.
it wasn't long until your thighs began to tremble, your legs threatening to close— "ah–fuck— can't hold myself." you breathed as your frame collapsed against chest. lando chuckled before gripping your hips and thrusting harder. he grabbed a fistful of your hair — making you face him before capturing your lips against his. god knows how much he loves doing this specially when you're on the brink of an orgasm because you always struggle to kiss him back. all because of just how good you were being fucked and honestly, that's the best ego booster that man ever needed.
the room smelled like sex, sweat, and beach air. a weird cocktail of sounds of skin slapping against skin, a mixture of your and his moans, and your bangles clacking filled the space. pleasure ripped through you as you came undone. lando fastened his pace, chasing his own pleasure and overstimulated you in the process. he pressed his forehead against yours as he let his pleasure wash over him.
Summary: Lando and reader are roommates and have been friends for 5 years. reader and lando both have feelings for one another but are too scared to admit it until a certain, Twitter account gives lando the courage to ask reader out!part two!!
Parring:Lando Norris x best!friend!reader
Note: I want to do a part 2 but idkk😬 super rushed! Sorry if they is any mistakes! This would have been longer but it wouldn’t let me put anymore images! Couldn’t even put my cute dividers😔 
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Summary — Order is everything. Her habits aren't quirks, they're survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, Fernando.
Then Lando Norris happens.
One moment. One line crossed. No going back.
Warnings — None (I don’t think). This is pure fluff!!!
Notes — Congratulations, Lando!!!!!! I’ve had this drafted for a while now, but I’ve of course edited in the last hour to perfect it. Enjoy xx
Yas Marina is beautiful.
And it’s alive.
The paddock hums. And it’s like the track itself has grown a heartbeat overnight.
Floodlights glitter across the marina water in fractured ribbons of glassy blue.
The bone deep rumble of engines makes Amelia’s sensitive stomach churn, slow and anticipatory, again and again with each breath.
She stares up, neck muscles pulling.
Even the night sky seems to hold its breath.
Qualifying hadn’t been as seamless as they’d hoped. But it had been their best effort, another step in a season full of highs and lows; bruises and stubborn brilliance.
And like every race before it, it had carried them here.
To the commencement of the final race of the 2025 season.
The decider.
The first three-way championship battle in fifteen years.
And right in the center of it all?
Her husband.
Her world.
And right there beside him?
Her ducky.
Oscar will forever roll his eyes at his nickname, but it clings to him as stubbornly as he clings to her. When she murmurs it over the radio, he gets this sound in his voice, half-growl, half-smile, as if her little, private term of endearment is what fuels him in even his worst moments on track.
Pressure? Stakes?
A championship on the line?
Her boys eat the pressure alive.
But they aren’t the only heartbeats she’s holding in her heart tonight.
Because there’s also her Maxie.
Not by blood.
But in all the ways that matter?
He’s her brother.
Her first believer.
An over-achieving, under-slept, unbelievably talented tornado of a driver.
And he’s fighting for the same damn championship.
Max bounces on the balls of his feet, like his body can’t contain all the adrenaline spiraling through him. The Red Bull garage lights cut sharp lines across his face, but his grin is soft, crooked, unmistakably him.
She sticks out like a sore thumb in her papaya hoodie and black leggings.
An enemy crossing territory lines.
But nobody dares say a word.
Because even with her loyalties tied to McLaren now, she’d once been the beating heart of Max’s garage. And some things don’t fade—no matter what colour you wear.
“Zusje,” he says with a smile, leaning in and dropping a firm hand on her shoulder. “Nervous?”
She makes a face, nose twitching. “In many ways. You’re starting from pole. You’ve officially made my night harder, and I dislike you for that.”
He snorts amusedly. “No, no. You love me.”
“I dislike you.” She repeated, her gaze straying to the wall behind him.
A lie.
He knows it.
She knows he knows it.
And he knows she knows he knows it.
Because their whole thing is deeply ingrained, impossible to untangle.
Max bumps her shoulder with his, gentle, the way he always does when the pressure starts pressing too tight around her edges. “So,” he says, voice dropping. “You holding up?”
Her fingers twitch, small flutters against the iPad clutched to her chest. Max catches it instantly. He always does. He’s known her long enough to read the micro-stims, to tell when she’s overwhelmed versus when she’s just thinking too fast.
Today, everyone is overwhelmed.
“I’m actually okay,” she murmurs. “Just… it’s a lot.”
“Yeah.” He nudges her again. “But we’re all gonna survive, and if I win, I’ll give Ada my trophy to keep in her nursery. I don’t need a fifth. And it’ll piss Lando off.”
She rolls her eyes, and then bites her lip as her thoughts begin to flow.
In a matter of hours, she’ll stand on the pit wall guiding her driver, her Oscar, through almost sixty laps of speed, impossible strategy, noise, and tension.
A race that could crown him or crush him.
And she’s never felt more torn.
But her loyalty on track will forever lie with Oscar. It has to. It always will.
Off track, though?
Lando is already her champion.
Her father always says that she was built for precision, for logic, for providing a steady anchor in the storm that was Formula One.
But this is a hurricane.
Maxie leans in close, whispering, “I could do something crazy—“
“You won’t,” she said, cutting him off with a sharp stare.
He grins. “No promises.”
She huffs, but her lips soften around a smile she doesn’t fight, because she knows that he’s only playing around with her. “You’ll give me grey hairs from stress.” She told him.
“It’s okay. I’ll dye mine to match and we’ll be stylish silver-foxes together.”
Before she can respond, a warm hand slides around her waist from behind, tugging her gently back against a chest she knows even with her eyes closed.
Her husband.
He presses a kiss to the side of her head, quick, grounding, claiming. “Are you trying to steal my wife, Max?”
“Always,” Max replies cheerfully. “She’ll realise her mistake one day and return to me.”
Lando chuckles, low, protective. “Yeah. As if, Verstappen. If that ever happened? I’d crash into you at every race until she came back to me.”
Max just smirks. “Please. With your tire wear? You’d be lucky to even get close.”
She feels her husband straighten behind her. “You—”
“Enough,” she says automatically.
Both fall silent.
She takes a slow breath. “Now, we have a few hours until we all get swept into pre-race mode. So. Who wants to go and find Cisca and eat breakfast with her and Ada?”
It’s a unanimous yes.
Because of course it is.
They both love Amelia.
But they’re suckers for Ada.
—
Max crosses the line. Oscar follows.
She doesn’t move.
For a brief, impossible moment, she’s just… still.
A single unmoving point while the world around her detonates into colour and sound.
She’s spoken to Oscar on the radio.
Listened to his thanks, responded, shared words of support and love and encouragement and respect.
Congratulated him.
Commiserated with him.
Told him, voice thick and honest, how brilliant he was, how close he came, how the title will be his one day, because men like him don’t wait forever to be champions.
He thanked her despite his loss.
Brave and bruised and proud.
And then he disappeared into the out lap, driving straight to the second place marker on the track.
The entire paddock vibrates with feverish electricity, so intense that it feels like it’s climbing up her spine, making her bones tremble beneath her skin.
Her tongue suddenly feels too big for her mouth.
Her dad is yelling, loud, unfiltered, ecstatic, his voice booming over the commotion in a way that makes her throat burn with something warm and familiar.
He’s always been like that. Always loud. Always proud. Even when she couldn’t handle the noise, he made sure she could feel the pride through every shout.
Mechanics swarm.
They scream, and cheer, and slap each other on the back.
Cameras flare with white-hot aggression, hungry to capture every microsecond of history.
Someone’s popping champagne too early.
Someone else is laughing, hysterical and excited.
And then Lando’s voice cracks into her ear.
A glitch of static.
A strangled breath.
A soft, broken sound she’s only heard from him a handful of times before.
He’s crossed the chequered flag.
He’s won the world championship.
Her husband just became the driver. The one on top of the world.
And he’s crying.
She hears it in the catch of his inhale, the wobble in the back of his throat, the way his words break apart before he can shape them into sentences.
“Baby—”
It’s barely a word.
Barely breath.
Her hand flies to her headset, gripping it tight enough her knuckles ache. The world spins too fast around her, light, noise, bodies, and her lungs stutter, unable to keep pace.
Because if the wetness slipping down her cheeks is to be trusted… she’s crying too.
Hard.
Her chest pulls tight, a clamp of too much emotion, too much noise, too much movement, too many eyes. Every stim she’s ever relied on tries to fire at once—fingers twitching, knees bouncing, nails digging crescents into her palms.
It’s too much.
Too much noise, too much movement, too much attention.
Her senses shrink inward, collapsing around the one thing she can hold onto.
His voice.
Her champion’s voice.
Her husband’s voice.
Her Lando.
Broken. Overwhelmed. Reverent.
“Oh my god… we did it.”
And the world, intense, blinding, deafening, finally stops spinning long enough for her to breathe again.
Just one breath.
One thin, shivering inhale.
And then he’s doing donuts.
Screeching tires, smoke blooming across the straight—and despite everything, she laughs. A raw, disbelieving sound torn straight from her chest.
She barely has time to wipe her cheeks before she’s swept into a rib-crushing hug from her dad. Then Will’s arms fold around her, warm and triumphant, lifting her briefly off the ground before setting her back onto unsteady feet.
And when she turns, Andrea is there, steady, calm, face soft with pride. He touches her elbow, guiding her carefully away from the pit wall toward the small cluster of family forming behind the garage; Cisca, Adam, and all of Lando’s siblings waiting with wide eyes and trembling smiles.
Cisca reaches her first.
No hesitation. No restraint.
She folds Amelia into her arms like gathering a child; tight, warm, enveloping. She peppers emotional kisses across Amelia’s cheeks, her temple, her hairline, as if she can wipe away the tension with nothing but affection.
“Oh sweetheart,” she murmurs, voice shaking, “he did it… he did it.”
Adam steps behind them, instantly slipping into a protective stance. Broad shoulders squared, blocking out cameras, curious onlookers, and the frantic movement of the paddock. His presence is a wall, solid, unmoving, shielding them from every direction.
Cisca’s hands rise gently, cupping Amelia’s head with the tenderness only a mother can give. Her palms cover Amelia’s ears, soft and warm, dimming the noise. She leans in, pressing their foreheads together.
“Breathe with me, sweet girl,” she whispers, voice low and steady.
And there, wrapped in Cisca’s arms, with Adam keeping the world at bay and family circling close, Amelia finally finds a pocket of quiet.
A moment of stillness.
Of safety.
Of comfort so deep it nearly undoes her.
Cisca holds her tighter, stroking her hair. “You’re okay,” she murmurs. “You’re safe. We’ve got you. Just breathe. Ada is upstairs, sleeping. Your mum is with her. Just breathe.”
—
Eventually, none of it touches her.
Not the noise, not the cameras, not the crush of bodies or the dizzying rush of victory rolling through the garage like a tidal wave.
Not anymore.
Not when he’s is looking at her the way he is.
Her husband.
The newly crowned World Drivers’ Champion.
The infuriating, impossible man who pretends not to listen when she critiques his corner exits; only to do exactly what she recommended in the very next race.
He’s still wearing his helmet when he reaches her; chest heaving, hands trembling with the weight of a dream finally realized. His visor is up, revealing sweat-soaked curls stuck to his forehead and eyes that are too soft and awfully wet.
“Baby.” The words scrape out of him, rough and broken and reverent, meant for no one else in the world but her.
Her fingers twitch, a stim. A tiny flex, a flutter of motion.
She’s so happy that her body doesn’t know what to do with all of the emotion.
Lando says it happens when her mind is flying faster than her body.
Right now, she is flying too high to feel the ground.
Because this man, this stubborn, brilliant, ridiculous man, has just won a world championship.
And the first thing he did was come looking for her.
She doesn’t realize she’s moved until she’s already touching him—palms pressed against the rough, heat-soaked fabric of his fireproofs. The texture grounds her, pulls her back into her body. Her other hand curls into a fist at her side, thumb smoothing over her knuckle. Another stim. A familiar one. A safe one.
“You did it,” she whispers.
He tears off his helmet and drops it carelessly behind him. Sweat-soaked curls cling to his forehead, and his smile is too big, too wide for his face, yet entirely him. And those eyes, those bright, blazing eyes, shine in a way that makes something stir deep in her chest, blooming, painful, full.
Mine.
The thought hits her like a physical pulse, sharp and instinctive.
He leans down until their foreheads touch, breath warm against her lips. “We did it.”
A shaky sound escapes her—a laugh tangled with a sob. “You did it.”
“No, no. Shut up. Just—” He pulls back just enough to look into her eyes. “I won, baby,” he whispers. And she realizes she’s crying properly, heat pooling behind her ribs, hands trembling.
But before she can even steady herself, the world begins to reclaim him. His parents are rushing forward, faces alight with pride and disbelief. He sweeps them into tight, desperate hugs, chest pressing into theirs, voices overlapping in laughter, tears, and exclamations.
“My boy!” Adam shouts, slapping him on the shoulder, eyes wet.
His mother wraps him in her arms, fingers threading through his hair. “Oh, my darling, you did it! You did it!”
He melts into them for a heartbeat, murmuring “I love you” over and over, soft, reverent, grounding himself for a moment before reality tugs him in another direction.
Mechanics are pulling him toward the photographers, and in for handshakes and hugs, other drivers are waving, and reporters begin shoving microphones into his space.
Cheers ripple through the paddock like wildfire. A million hands reach for him, all shouting his name.
But, through it all, he’s searching.
His eyes snap back to her, always her, like the world has narrowed to a single point of gravity. Every hug, every hand shake, every congratulatory clap, he absorbs them, smiles, thanks, nods, but his body leans toward her, subtly, insistently.
He threads his fingers through hers when he can, even as his mother tugs him for another hug. He whispers something soft into her ear, just for her, over the roar of the celebration. She leans into him instinctively, thumb rubbing circles across his hand, anchoring both of them in this small pocket of intimacy amid pandemonium.
George brushes past, offering a high-five, and afterwards, Lando catches her gaze.
Her eyes are sparkling, almost teasing. “Not letting go, are you?” she murmurs.
He shakes his head, thumb stroking her knuckles. “Never.”
Minutes stretch like hours. He lifts her hand, pressing a quick kiss to her fingers before turning to hug his father again. He spins back to her, foreheads brushing. “Always come back to me, sweet girl,” he says softly.
And no matter how many directions the world pulls him, family, Oscar, the press, the cameras, the celebration, his focus never wavers. His wife. His anchor. The one constant in the chaos of his life.
She smiles through the tears, heart pounding, and presses her cheek to his chest. His heartbeat is steady, relentless, and in sync with hers.
—
The podium looms, bright and blinding under the Yas Marina lights.
He threads his fingers through hers and tugs her across the bridge and onto the Champtionship podium. Oscar kisses her cheek as he brushes past, and Max pinches her chin gently.
But once they’re back on the podium for the crowd to see, under the glare of victory, he lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a soft, reverent kiss into her knuckles.
Confetti rains down like gold and silver rain. The champagne clinging to his suit is sticky, there are a million cameras, and smiling faces; but mostly, the light splashes across her cheeks, and her smile must look too wide and a bit awkward, but she doesn’t care.
She laughs, unrestrained, letting herself melt into the chaos because she is here. She is alive. And he is here.
He leans down and whispers, just for her, “You did this. You kept me steady. You—”
She cuts him off, shaking her head. “Stop acting like this isn’t your victory,”
He grins, shaking his head, pulling her close again. “No. It’s yours too. It has to be.”
They hold each other through the cheers, through the trophy lifts and the crowd roars, through the flashing cameras. The world is spinning, screaming, alive, but they are in their own bubble. Just the two of them, tethered together, victorious in more ways than one.
Eventually, the crowd, the cameras, the team; they all fade into background noise as he lets go of her hand and surveys the people who made this possible.
Mechanics cheer, the pit crews clap, engineers wave, and their entire team surrounds the ground at the bottom of the podium. She stands above them all, still flushed, still trembling.
And then she sees Cisca.
And in Cisca’s arms?
Their little girl, asleep or just barely awake in her grandmother’s arms, wrapped in a soft blanket, hair tousled. Cisca’s expression is tender, fierce, and utterly protective; the same way she’s always been with little Ada.
Cisca tilts her head, smiling softly, and Amelia feels her chest ache in a perfect, full way.
Lando slips his arm around her waist, drawing her close so she leans into him, and together they look out at their family; the people who believed, who built, who fought.
The people who cheered and shouted and supported them through thick and thin.
With her baby-sized noise cancelling headphones on, Ada stirs in Cisca’s arms, tiny fingers brushing at her grandmother’s cheek, and Amelia smiles.
She can feel the heat in her husband’s shoulder, the steady press of him against her side, the rhythmic heartbeat of a man who has just conquered the world.
“This,” she whispers, almost to herself, almost to him, “this is just… perfect.”
He leans down, resting his forehead against hers, and murmurs, “I love you so much.”
Ada squirms in Cisca’s arms, little coos slipping into the noise, and for a second, everything is still.
The world can scream, the engines can roar, the cameras can flash; but they have each other.
They have their daughter.
They have this—the kind of perfect that isn’t planned, isn’t measured, and cannot be taken away.
And Amelia leans into her husband, chest against chest, and lets herself savor it all.
summary: charlie, their 5yo son, didn’t want lando to leave for race week. though, he manages to sneakily message him from your phone
warnings: possibility of getting baby fever (i did)
A/N: i have such bad baby fever it’s crazy. i’ve literally wanted a kid since i was 12 so this fic is just feeding my delusions (when r they not) anyways i hope u enjoy! love u, sweethearts ❤️
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the night before he left, charlie wouldn’t let go of his leg.
lando was standing in the hallway with his suitcase, trying to zip it up while charlie clung to him like a koala, arms tight around his thigh and face squished into the side of his leg.
“mate,” lando laughed, running a hand through his hair, “i need that leg. i kinda use it for walking.”
charlie didn’t budge. he mumbled something that sounded like don’t go into the fabric of lando’s sweatpants.
you were standing nearby with your arms crossed, trying not to melt at the sight. “he’s been like this all day,” you said softly. “he even asked if we could hide your passport.”
lando looked down at the little bundle of clinginess stuck to him and sighed. “charlie,” he said gently, crouching down. “come here, buddy.”
charlie let go just enough for lando to scoop him up and hold him close. he wrapped his arms around lando’s neck immediately, sniffing into his hoodie.
“i don’t want you to leave,” he mumbled. “i missed you all the christmas time and now you’re gonna be gone again.”
lando pressed a kiss into his curls. “i know. i missed you too. but i’m only going for a few days. i’ll call every night. and guess what?”
charlie blinked at him, lip wobbling.
“i’m gonna bring you back something super cool from the paddock. like… something very secret and race-car-ish.”
charlie considered this. “like a tire?”
lando grinned. “okay, maybe not that big. but something cooler.”
they stayed like that for a while. you were the one who eventually had to say, “lando, the car’s outside.”
he hugged you tightly at the door, whispered something about texting when he landed and to kiss charlie for him if he’s asleep by the time you get back inside.
but charlie wasn’t asleep. not really. you found him sitting on your bed with your phone in his lap and the most innocent expression ever.
“baby,” you said. “what are you doing?”
“nothing,” he said way too fast, quickly locking the screen and holding the phone out to you.
suspicious. but you didn’t think much of it.
it wasn’t until later, after you were in the kitchen and finally checking your phone, that you saw it.
today at 7:41 pm
hi dady
i miss u r u in the plane yet
how meny sleeps til u come home
can u tel the car go fast so u win n come bak
do u have snak
i am waring ur hoody mummie
said its to big but i like it
i put ur hat on my bear
read at 7:45 pm ✔︎✔︎
hey buddy
i’m on the plane now
i miss you so much already
you’re wearing my hoodie??
you’re the coolest kid ever. make sure mummy takes a picture, ok?
ok but she dosnt no i took her fone
pls dont tel her
your secret’s safe with me
but maybe give it back before she finds out
ok
also can we hav pankakes when u come home
pancakes and a race car story. deal?
read at 7:56 pm ✔︎✔︎
later that night (before you’d checked your phone), when you went to tuck charlie into bed, he was already curled up in lando’s hoodie with your phone under his pillow.
you sighed, smiling, and gently took it out.
you texted lando yourself before heading to bed.
today at 10:34 pm
charlie hijacked my phone
obviously
but he misses you. a lot.
we both do.
i miss you guys more than anything
already counting the sleeps
kiss him goodnight for me ♥︎ liked by you
and save me a spot in bed for when i’m back
♥︎ liked by you
read at 10:41 pm ✔︎✔︎
you held the phone to your chest for a second before turning off the light.
