#lando x reader

[goldnangl]

Should I start writing for Charles??, like this post if yes

[lucidlivi]

so wrong, so right (LN1)

Summary: You were never supposed to be kissing your brother's ex team-mate. It was so wrong, so why did it feel so right?

Lando X Fem Reader

Carlos X Sister Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Author Note: I speak two languages but unfortunately Spanish isn't one of them so please let me know if there is a mistake! I will never be over Carlando ever, so this is what my brain comes up with! I promise I don’t only write for Lando this was just in my drafts waiting to be finished! As always a like, reblog, or comment is always appreciated! Requests welcome and encouraged! Enjoy! Muah!

Carlos's words had been clear from the moment he noticed Lando's eyes linger on you a second too long.

"Aléjate de Lando." (Stay away from Lando.) He said gripping your shoulders. "Te lo digo en serio. Él es un buen tipo, pero este mundo, esta vida… no son ninguna broma. Los fans, los medios, los paparazzi: te harán pedazos en cuanto los vean juntos. Solo intento protegerte." ("I mean it. He is a good guy, but this world, this life, it's not a joke The fans, the media, the paparazzi, they will tear you apart the second they see you together. I am just trying to protect you.")

You nodded in promise.

And you meant to keep it.

Honestly you did, but now standing here, with Lando looking at you with that familiar longing in his eyes, you weren't sure you could keep that promise anymore.

You were just trying to escape the downpour, and somehow got stuck in the small hallway with Lando waiting for the storm to pass.

It wasn't like you minded all that much, or at all.

Lando and Carlos were close, being team-mates at McLaren for a time. After Carlos departed from McLaren they maintained that closeness. Lando could often be found at your house, your familia treating him as one of them.

It was only natural through this that you grew close to him too.

He was funny, charming, sincere, and not to mention attractive.

He was also totally off limits, according to your older brother.

He'd had the talk with you on more than one occasion. So because of this you never pushed for anything serious to happen. But part of you always secretly hoped he might make a move.

"Jeez, you're shivering." Lando whispered, looking at your soaked apparel.

You had to lean in so you’d be able to hear him over the heavy rain.

"I'll be fine." you said, not even believing the lie you were trying to sell.

"I can't let you freeze, come here." Lando said taking a step closer.

The scent of rain, champagne, and the sharp metallic tang of the garage radiates off him.

He pulls you in his arms rubbing his hands from your shoulders down to your wrists trying to transfer some warmth between your bodies. You couldn't fight the blush that spread to your cheeks so you did the safe thing and stared at the floor. You stood in silence for a couple of minutes before Lando's hands slowed to a stop.

You look up finally meeting his orbs but he was already staring at you. His eyes trail down to your lips, then back to your eyes, his chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged breaths. The playful persona he usually had, is entirely gone.

"Lando, you really shouldn't be looking at me like that," you breathe, your hands flattening against the cold wall behind you.

Carlos’s words echo like a warning siren in your head, Stay away from him. The fans will tear you apart.

"hmm, looking at you like what?" he asks, his voice dropping an octave.

He takes another step closer, crowding you until the heat of his body cancels out the chill from the rain.

"like you want to ruin my life."

Lando lets out a low, breathless laugh that sounds almost painful. "And what if I said that I do," he whispers.

Before you can process the words falling from his lips, his hand moves.

His palm is warm, though slightly rough from the steering wheel, as it cups the side of your neck. He tilts your chin up, his eyes searching yours, looking for a rejection that you are incapable of giving.

Then it happens.

He leans down and kisses you.

The impact is like a punch to the gut. The kiss is neither gentle nor careful. It is a sudden, desperate release of years of stolen glances in the paddock and playful flirting. His lips are warm and taste faintly of salt and champagne. He groans softly against your mouth, his fingers wrapping lightly around your neck, pulling you closer until there is absolutely no space left between you.

Your hands find the wet fabric of his shoulders, gripping him tightly as your mind goes blank. Every rule, every warning from your brother, and every fear of the public eye dissolves under the sheer intensity of his mouth moving against yours. He shifts his weight, pressing his body firmly against yours, pinning you to the wall as the kiss deepens, turning fierce and more demanding.

You can't help but moan as his free hand grips your waist, pulling you up slightly, his thumb digging into your hip hard enough that you were sure there would be a bruise there.

You gasp into the kiss, and he takes advantage of it, his tongue brushing yours, sending a sharp jolt of electricity to your spine. For a few seconds, the entire chaotic world of formula one drowns out to just the sound of the heavy rain and the frantic rhythm of your heartbeat against your ribs.

Before anything could go further a loud laugh echos from the corridor followed by a door opening. You pull away quickly. Lando stands there breathless, gasping for air. You take a moment to take good look at him, his eyes hazy, his lips flush.

"Lando I think someone's coming." you breathe, snapping him out of whatever trance your kiss put him in.

He drops his hands back down to his sides, looking as if it takes him every single ounce of willpower he has to do it.

"Go." He whispers. "Out the back exit. Now." His voice is rough and pained, not wanting the moment between you to vanish with your exit.

You don't think. You turn and run down the opposite staircase, your lips burning and your mind racing, leaving him alone in the dark corridor.

What the hell just happened?

Where did that come from?

Did you seriously just have an intense make-out session with your brother's ex team-mate?

And more importantly, why were you desperate to do it again?

A million thoughts race through your mind as you make your way back to the William's garage. As soon as you got back, your brother could register something was going on. He knew you better than anyone after all.

"¿Qué te pasa, hermana?" (What's wrong sister?) He asks his bushy eyebrows furrowing slightly in concern.

"Nada, estoy bien; total y absolutamente bien. Pero vaya lluvia… es una locura." (Nothing, I'm fine, totally and completely fine. What about this rain though.. crazy.) you said, the words pouring out of your mouth.

Truthfully you weren't fine. You were anything but.

You couldn't stop thinking about Lando. His lips, and the way they felt on your own. His hands and his strong fingers that gripped your neck, pulling you deeper in to the kiss. It was enough to make your head spin and your thighs clench.

“Voy a optar por ignorar lo increíblemente raro que te estás comportando ahora mismo.” (I’m choosing to ignore how incredibly weird you’re being right now.) Carlos said giving you a look that said he would dissect whatever this was later.

“Gracias.” (Thanks) you said unable and unwilling to make conversation right now.

As if on que your phone lit up, Lando’s name popping up on the screen.

You were filled with excitement and a little bit of dread.

we really need to talk about what just happened, when can I see you?

Oh god.

He was regretting the kiss already.

That had to be it.

It should have never happened. You promised Carlos it wouldn’t. But why couldn’t you stop thinking about it?

You knew this wasn’t practical. You couldn’t be together. It wouldn’t work. Social media, would eat you alive, chew you up and spit you out.

Maybe it was for the best if the two of you never spoke of the kiss again.

It was an intense fleeting moment, and now you both had gotten it out of your systems you could return to normal, right?

For forty-eight hours, you ghosted him. You ignored the texts and calls. You stayed firmly planted in the William’s garage.

Until now.

The heavy door of the hospitality unit clicks shut, cutting off the roar of the paddock. You turn around, a cup of lukewarm coffee in your hand, and freeze. Lando is standing there. He hasn't changed out of his team kit. His curls are still damp from a shower, and his jaw is set in a hard, unfamiliar line.

"Is there a reason you're ignoring me?" he asks. His voice is lower than usual, stripped of his typical playfulness.

"Lando, you really shouldn't be in here," you whisper, glancing toward the door. "Carlos is just down the hall. If he sees you.."

"I don't care about Carlos right now."

Lando takes three sharp steps forward, closing the distance between you until you can see the slight tremor in his hands.The easy-going paddock golden boy is completely gone, replaced by someone else entirely.

"I don’t understand you. You won’t answer any of my texts or calls. You won't look at me. You're acting like nothing happened between us." He said.

"That’s because nothing can happen," you say, your voice cracking as you back up against a desk. "Carlos is right. The fans, the press... they'll ruin my life, Lando. They'll scrutinize everything. I can't do it."

Lando stops right in front of you. He doesn't touch you, but the heat radiating from him is overwhelming. He looks down at you, his hazel eyes dark, intense, and completely wrecked. He swallows hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Just tell me one thing then. Tell me you're not still thinking about that kiss, cause it's all I can fucking think about."

The raw honesty of the words hangs in the quiet room. He steps closer, closing the final inch of space, his breath warm against your cheek.

"Tell me you forgot it," he whispers, his voice breaking. "Tell me you feel nothing for me, and I swear I’ll walk out that door and never bring it up again. But don't lie to me."

You felt as if someone had sat a two ton weight on your chest. You couldn’t tell him any of that, and he knew it. He was just waiting for you to say it out loud.

“I can’t.” you say voice cracking under the pressure of his intense gaze.

“then kiss me.”

It was a simple demand, but the weight of it was heavy.

You knew if you were to kiss him again you’d be treading in unfamiliar territory, a territory you promised Carlos you wouldn’t step foot in. But looking at him now, you didn’t care about all the reasons why you shouldn’t, you just did.

Your hand found the nape of his neck, your fingers threading in his curls, pulling his face down to yours. You placed your lips on his hurriedly. The kiss just as intense and fierce as the first. You got lost in the rush of the moment. Every doubt fading with each brush of your lips unit all you could feel was Lando.

Suddenly, the heavy electronic latch of the hospitality door clicked open.

"¿Hermana?" (Sister?)

Carlos stopped dead in his tracks. The door swung fully open, framing him against the bright lights of the hallway. Lando pulled back instantly, his breath hitching as he tripped over his own feet. He scrambled to smooth down his shirt, his face instantly flushing a deep, unmistakable crimson.

You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs as you turned to face your brother.

Carlos stood in the doorway, his expression shifting rapidly from confusion to utter disbelief, and finally to a dark, protective glare. He looked at Lando, then at you, his arms crossing slowly over his chest.

"Are you serious right now?" Carlos said, his voice dangerously quiet.

Lando opened his mouth, but only a breathless squeak came out. He raised his hands in a surrender, backing up until he hit the wall.

"Carlos, mate, it’s not what it looks like. Well, it is what it looks like, but it’s completely innocent.. no, wait, not innocent, but.." Lando tried to explain, fumbling over his words.

"Do you have any idea what you are doing?" Carlos asked, his voice dropping to a harsh, fierce whisper. He pointed a finger toward the locked door, gesturing to the world outside. "The moment someone takes a single photo of you two together, your life changes. The paddock, the media, the fans, they will tear you apart."

He stepped closer, his protective instincts completely overriding his anger.

"They won't care about your achievements, your career, or who you are. To the press, you will instantly become 'Lando’s girlfriend,' and they will scrutinize every single thing you wear, say, and do. I am trying to protect you from that circus." He said looking directly at you.

Lando shifted uncomfortably beside you.

Carlos had a point. But it was time you stopped doing whatever everyone else wanted, and started to do what you wanted.

"I'm not fragile, Carlos," you said, your voice dropping to a sharp, steady whisper that cut right through his lecture.

You took a step closer towards him.

"Do you honestly think I haven't thought about all of that? I’ve watched the media dissect your life for years. I know exactly how vicious they can be."

You took another step towards your brother.

“I know you want to protect me, but I am not going to hide or live in fear just because some internet trolls and reporters want a headline. This is my choice Carlos, not yours. You don't get to decide who I love just to keep things comfortable for yourself in the garage.” You spoke, immediately looking for Lando’s reaction as you dropped the L word.

Lando smiled a real, genuine smile, and you could tell this feeling wasn't just on your side. You turn back to Carlos seeing his jaw tighten, clearly stunned at your defiance.

Carlos stared at you for a long, heavy moment, the anger in his eyes slowly giving way to exhaustion. He looked at Lando, who finally stepped forward, placing a supportive hand on your shoulder.

"Carlos, mate I’m not trying to cause any trouble," Lando said quietly, his voice devoid of his usual paddock jokes. "I really care about her. I’m not going to let anyone treat her like a headline. You know me better than most people, you know that isn’t me."

Carlos let out a defeated sigh, closing the gap between you. He took your hands in his giving you a look full of love.

"I guess that I spent so much time worrying about the cameras and the politics that I forgot you are perfectly capable of handling it. You're strong, and I'm sorry." Carlos admitted, a small, smile finally breaking through.

You offered him a smile in return. You knew he couldn’t possibly stay mad at you anyway. He was your brother, your first friend, and your loyal protector. He turned his attention towards Lando, pointing a warning finger at him.

“You better make her happy, and I swear if I walk in on something like this again, I won’t just be giving a lecture.” He growled, but you could tell there was no malice in his words.

Lando grinned, the tension breaking instantly as he gave a quick nod.

"It’s a deal mate.”

With one last affectionate squeeze of your shoulder, Carlos turned and walked out of the hospitality suite.

The moment the door clicked shut behind Carlos, Lando dropped his head against your shoulder with a dramatic, exaggerated groan.

"Jesus, I think my heart actually stopped for three whole seconds," he mumbled into your hair, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you in to him.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension finally gone.

“I think we handled that beautifully.” You said.

“You did for sure, me not so much.” He joked pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I mean he did give us his blessing.” You noted.

“Which means you have no excuses left.” Lando teased placing a palm on your cheek.

“No excuses.” You laughed.

His gaze softened, full of an affection that didn't need to be hidden behind locked doors anymore. He tilted his head, closing the distance between you again. This time, slow, sweet, and completely uninterrupted.

The leak happens on a Thursday. A blurry photo of you and Lando leaving a restaurant together hits the internet through a gossip account. Within hours the chatter is overwhelming.

Is that Carlo's sister?

When did this happen?

As you hit the paddock on Friday, you notice dozens of long lens cameras thrusted in your direction. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself you can handle it.

However in your mind you can already see the tweets dissecting the outfit you had chosen, or the fact that you maybe had spent one too many minutes talking to Arthur Leclerc.

It was fine.

You could handle it.

Logging on to social media proved to be a mistake. F1 twitter and tik-tok were going crazy, fans were analyzing old footage of races and interviews trying to look for the signs they had missed. It made you feel as if your relationship was scripted.

But for as bad as you had it., Lando and Carlos possibly had it worse.

Instantly reporters tried baiting your brother for a reaction in the media pen.

How does it feel to know your team-mate was only friends with you to get close with your sister?

Do you approve?

Has it been happening behind your back?

Each time Carlos shut them down with a professional yet icy glare as he redirects the conversation back to the team's performance and strategies for the weekend.

During the press conference for McLaren, reporters completely ignored racing questions, and instead bombarded Lando with questions about his personal life.

When had it happened?

Are you officially together?

What does Carlos think about the relationship?

Aren't you worried it will affect your friendship?

Lando, in true Lando fashion relied on a lot of awkward laughing, trying to stress that he would prefer his private life to stay private.

It was a circus, just as Carlos said it would be.

However, despite the noise, you and Lando, became closer.

On Saturday Lando made a point to walk with his arm wrapped around your waist right in view of the fans and media, refusing to let them bully you in to hiding.

He loved you and he wanted everyone to know it.

Carlos is the one to officially break the internet, when he included Lando in a family photo dump. Lando joked about it in the next interview, saying their bromance could now be a permanent family affair.

So yes, it came with scrutiny. It came with cameras. It came with opinions of people who didn't know any better.

And maybe it was wrong.

But it didn’t matter.

Because it felt so right.

[tautlypaleranger]

“yes, doc?”

P3

(lando norris x doctor!reader)

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synopsis: yn, an intern doctor in monaco, decides to attend her first gp (on immense persuasion by her bsf alex) and meets the extraordinary….or should i say someone extraordinary.

warnings: none

author’s notes: part 3!!! i have exams rn so this was rushed sorry 😭😭😭 thankyou for all the love on the previous chps 💗hope yall like this toooo 💗

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[lucidlivi]

#blocked (LN1)

Summary: You usually preferred a quiet life, but when a coffee-spilling chance encounter with formula one champion Lando Norris shakes up your world, it leads to an unexpected romance that breaks through his "playboy" reputation. However, when a misunderstanding with a mystery woman arises and you block his number, you find out just how far his feelings for you go.

Word Count: 2k

Author Note: I am not new to writing but new to writing for Formula One! I have been a fan for a while just never posted about it until now! I hope you enjoy! A like, comment, reblog is always appreciated! I have another in the drafts but requests are appreciated and welcome! Muah!

You liked quiet. You liked routine. You liked normal.

Lando Norris came with a lot of noise. I mean he was the current WDC after all. Lando also came with a reputation of being a playboy.

It was no secret.

He was always in the headlines being linked to a new model or influencer. It was fine, it was his right, he was young, handsome, and successful.

It just wasn't your cup of tea. So you did your best to avoid him along with all the other drivers, unless of course it related to your job. You had been busy covering up scandals and scrubbing socials that nothing really surprised you anymore, that was until a driver set his sights on you.

It started when you were getting your morning coffee. It was a long night of traveling and you were feeling properly exhausted. You really needed the pick me up. But as luck would have it, that didn't happen.

The hot latte did not just spill, no it exploded. One second you were turning around to head back to the media room and the next, you were colliding with a wall of gray cashmere. A wave of hot espresso soaked through your favorite white skirt, and dripped down your bare thighs.

“Oh this is just great!” you growled, desperately trying to wipe away the coffee, trying to find some relief from the burn.

You looked up to see the idiot who couldn’t bother to watch where they’re going only to be met with concerned eyes belonging to none other than McLaren’s golden boy.

Lando Norris.

WDC Lando Norris.

You quickly spoke up before he could.

“Lando, I’m so sorry.” you gasped not wanting to offend him.

Lando could have your job in seconds and nobody would blink twice. Another perk of being a driver is the FIA would do anything to keep them happy, even if that meant hurting others.

“I spilled coffee on you, and you’re apologizing to me, did you hit your head before or?” Lando asked with furrowed eyebrows, a slight smirk adorning his face.

You chuckled quietly. You did sound pretty ridiculous after all, apologizing to him as you're covered in hot coffee.

“Do you want me to yell at you?” you asked cracking a small smile.

“I mean preferably yeah it's well deserved.” He said grabbing a napkin and swiping at your leg softly.

You sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers brushed the delicate skin. You felt your cheeks heat up at his gentle touch.

It felt different.

It felt electric.

What was wrong with you?

Here you were acting like a lovesick teenager off a simple touch. You cleared your throat making him quickly pull his hand away. He looked up at you, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. He gave you one of his signature smiles. You couldn't lie, he was attractive. Incredibly so.

“I am so sorry. I really do feel terrible, let me make it up to you, I can buy you a new skirt.” Lando offered giving you a genuine look.

Lando was different than you thought he’d be. He seemed kind, he seemed more down to earth, he seemed almost normal.

“It’s fine, I didn’t really like this skirt anyways.” you joked trying to lighten the mood.

You didn’t want him to feel like he owed you anything. It was an accident after all.

"Then let me buy you a replacement coffee and dinner? Tonight? To make up for being a total idiot." He asked giving his most charming smile.

You hesitated. I mean this was Lando Norris. He was the golden boy of formula one, but the tabloids also loved labeling him a playboy who never stayed with one person for long. Still, looking at his sheepish, dimpled smile, it was impossible to say no.

"Fine, dinner, but no more hot coffee around me please." you joked still feeling your thighs burning.

He raised his hands in mock surrender.

"No more coffee, I swear." He said laughing.

Dinner was perfect.

Lando was funny, attentive, and surprisingly grounded. He didn't act like a global superstar at all, he just acted like a guy who really wanted to make you laugh with his terrible dad jokes and boyish charm. By the end of the night, you gave him your phone number, pushing the playboy rumors to the back of your mind. I mean the media always exaggerated the truth, you knew that better than anyone.

For the next three weeks everything was perfect. You were enjoying getting to know not only Lando Norris WDC but just Lando. He texted constantly sending you memes or voice notes that he knew would make you laugh. He called every night to debrief your days together. On race weekends, he would go out of his way to find you in the paddock just to talk to you. It was beginning to feel routine, intimate, normal.

The first kiss happened four weeks after the initial dinner. Lando was standing inside your hotel room, his hands fidgeting.

Lando cleared his throat. "Can I—"

"Yes." you blurted out perhaps just a little too eager.

He smiled, a genuine, relieved curve of his lips, and leaned down. The kiss was soft, warm, and unhurried. It wasn't perfect like the kind you see in movies, it was slightly uncoordinated and tasted faintly of the wine from dinner, but it was soft, warm, and fiercely real. 

You found yourself starting to smile more, starting to look forward to his name lighting up your phone. It felt good. It felt real. It felt perfect.

Until it wasn't.

It was thursday evening. It was always the busiest day for you with all the media duties, and helping to carefully curate social media posts for the different teams. Lando had texted earlier to meet him at the hotel.

As you walked through the lobby, your heart sank to your stomach. Lando was sitting in a secluded booth. A beautiful brunette woman was sitting close to him, laughing as Lando threw his arm familiarly over her shoulder. He looked at her with pure affection.

The tabloid headlines flashed in your mind: Lando Norris Spotted with New Mystery Woman.

The playboy hadn't changed. You were just the new flavor of the week. Hurt and humiliated, you turned on your heels and walked out before anyone could see you.

Yes media was usually fake but it often stemmed from small truths. The truth was Lando wasn't the type for girlfriends, and you should've known better. You quickly went to your hotel room, slamming the door with unnecessary force. You pulled out your phone. pulling up his contact.

are you sure you want to block this caller?

You sighed before hitting block.

Was it childish? Maybe. But if Lando wants to play games fine, you weren't going to be apart of them though.

The silence after the block felt loud, like the world had turned its volume down just to make the absence noticeable.

This was for the best though. Right? You couldn't deal with whatever storm was raging on in your mind at the moment. You needed some space to think, this whole thing moving faster than you intended. But when his name didn’t light up your screen again, when his messages weren’t coming through and his calls didn’t even get a chance to ring, you suddenly realized space wasn’t the same thing as distance.

Lando seemed to realize it too.

It was two hours later when the first knock came, then the second, louder than the first. You didn’t move fast enough. You didn’t move at all, at first. Your heart hammered like it was trying to outrun the guilt.

You swallowed the lump in your throat gently opening the door. Lando was there in the hallway, breath slightly uneven, hair messy in that way that made your anger feel ridiculous. The usual easygoing warmth in his eyes was completely gone though instead a raw, flashing anger replaced it, terrifyingly mixed with panic. He held up his dark phone screen, shaking it slightly.

"Did you really block my number?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"I, I just needed some space." you lied smoothly.

"Well this isn't space, this is disappearing completely, so tell me what this is really about?" Lando asked.

You crossed your arms tight, blinking back fresh tears. It was all stupid really. You weren't some insecure girl, and here you were acting like one.

"I saw you at the hotel, Lando. With that girl. And you know it's totally fine if that's what you want to do but I'm not going to be a pawn while you..." You started but he cut you off.

"You mean Sav? My brother Oliver’s wife? My sister-in-law?!" He said in pure shock at your accusation.

The realization hit you like a physical, bruising blow. Now that you were thinking of it, you didn't actually see her face, didn't stick around long enough to.

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. You felt incredibly foolish. Lando stepped closer until you felt the heat radiating off him. He grabbed your shoulders with a desperate, grounding grip.

"Next time you're angry, jealous or want to lash out, you can hit me, bite me, yell at me, I don't care!" Lando's voice rose, thick with emotion. "But you don't bail on me, you don't ghost me, and you don't ever, ever block me. Clear?"

Your stomach flipped at the intensity in his voice. You couldn’t meet his eyes at first. You tried to look anywhere but at the place in him that was waiting for your answer.

"I... I didn't know," you whispered, your voice trembling as the weight of your mistake crashed down on you.

A hot tear finally spilled over your eyelashes, tracing a path down your cheek.

"Lando, I'm so sorry. I am so, so sorry."

You uncrossed your arms, reaching up to gently touch his wrists, feeling the rapid pulse beating beneath his hot skin.

"I saw how close you two were, and my brain just went straight to the worst-case scenario. With all the articles, the rumors... I let my own insecurity get the best of me. I panicked, I didn't want it to bother me that much but it did. I felt like I couldn't breathe." You desperately tried to explain.

His eyes flashed with emotion, showing you just how much your actions hurt him, but there was also an understanding there.

“I just thought if I blocked you, I could save myself from hurting, I could breathe.” You said, the guilt finally catching up to your voice.

“You can breathe with me next to you, or you could tell me you need a minute. Text me ‘Lando I’m overwhelmed, don’t call.’ Anything. Just please don’t vanish. I'm not that guy, and I thought you knew that." He said his tone softening.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound his racing heart, and your labored breathing.

"I shouldn't have doubted you," you said, your voice cracking with emotion. "And I definitely shouldn't have shut you out like that. It wasn't fair to you, and it was a cowardly way to handle it. I'm really sorry for hurting you."

Lando let out a long, shaky breath, the rigid tension melting out of his shoulders all at once. He dropped his forehead against yours his eyes closing tight as a wave of pure relief washed over his face.

Before you could say another word, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you hard against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you so tightly.

"Please don't do that to me again," Lando mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled but thick with his lingering emotions."Seriously. My heart completely stopped when the calls wouldn't go through."

His hands rubbed soothing, frantic circles into your back, anchoring you both right there in the hallway. You could feel the rapid thump of his heartbeat slowly syncing up with yours, the raw anger from moments before completely dissolving into comfort.

“So what happens now?” you asked, voice trembling.

Lando’s gaze flicked to your phone, then back to you.

“Now you unblock me,” he said, like it was the most practical thing in the world. “And next time you want to lash out, you say it. You don’t hurt us with silence.”

"Us since when is there an us?" you joked offering him a smirk.

"Just come here," he murmured, his voice a low, tender whisper.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a deep, reassuring kiss that drove away every lingering doubt in your mind. It wasn't rushed or angry, it was slow, grounding, and full of a quiet promise that he wasn't going anywhere, even though you tried to push him away.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours once more, his fingers tangled softly in your hair.

"I'm sorry." you told him once more, making sure he felt the weight of your apology.

"We're good," Lando whispered against your lips, a tiny, teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But my phone number stays unblocked forever. Deal?"

"I think I can agree to that." you laughed.

Your life wasn't going to be quiet anymore, and it certainly wasn't going to be normal. But as Lando wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you into his loud, chaotic world, you realized you didn't mind the noise at all.

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Treat u better [6]

☆ lando norris is in love with his bestfriends gf Warnings- complicated feelings, violence, consumption of alcohol, emotional cheating [if u squint]

Chapter Six – I Just Wanna Give You the Love That You're Missing

The gym was almost empty. Lando was halfway through a set when Max wandered over with a protein shake. "You look miserable," Lando said.

Max snorted. "You'd be miserable too."

Lando racked the weights. "What happened?"

Max sighed. "Meckena."

Lando's heart sank. He already knew.

Still... Hearing it out loud hurt.

"She ended it."

Lando looked up. "What?" He acted shocked.

"Last night." Max rubbed a hand over his face. "Said she couldn't keep waiting around for me."

Silence.

"I know I messed up." He stared down at the floor. "I shouldn't have stood her up."

Lando stayed quiet.

"I just..." Max laughed bitterly. "I honestly didn't think it'd be the thing that ended us."

He leaned against the wall. "I really like her."

Lando swallowed. "I know." He spat out

Max shook his head. "I've just always been crap at relationships. You know that."

Lando did know that.

Max had never been the commitment type.

Not because he wanted to hurt people.

He just... Never seemed to realise how much his actions affected them until it was too late.

"We're all seeing everyone tonight anyway."

Lando nodded. Alexsis had organised a group dinner weeks ago. Max sighed.

"I'm going to pull her aside."

"And?"

"I'm going to apologise."

A pause.

"I'm going to tell her I want to do this properly."

Lando's chest tightened.

"No more 'seeing where it goes. No more avoiding labels. I'm going to tell her I want to be with her."

Lando looked away.

"I think she's worth it."

His heart was screaming.

*Tell him.*

*Tell him she's incredible.*

*Tell him you hope she says no.*

*Tell him you love her.*

But Max was his best friend. He'd known him for years. Meckena... She didn't even know how Lando felt. She probably never would. He forced himself to smile.

"I think..." His throat felt painfully tight. "...that's a good idea." Max smiled for the first time that morning.

"You reckon?" Lando nodded. "Yeah."

"You should tell her."

Max clapped him on the shoulder. "Knew you'd say that."

As Max walked away, Lando stayed exactly where he was. Watching him leave. Trying to ignore the ache spreading through his chest. Because if Max finally gave Meckena everything she'd been asking for...

Then Lando would have to do exactly what he'd promised himself from the beginning. Smile. Support them. And quietly learn how to let her go.

Lando had never hated silence so much. Everyone else was talking. Alexsis was explaining some story from work that had Oscar doubled over laughing. Someone was arguing over music. Glasses clinked somewhere in the kitchen.

He couldn't hear any of it. His eyes kept drifting back to the hallway.

Where was she?

Where was Max?

He checked his phone.

Seven minutes.

Why had it been seven minutes?

How long did apologies take?

Maybe they were hugging.

Maybe she was crying.

Maybe he'd finally said everything she'd wanted to hear for months. *Good.*

That was good.

It was supposed to be good.

So why did it feel like someone was slowly squeezing the air out of his lungs?

He looked toward the hallway again. Nothing. Nine minutes.

God. He shouldn't even be thinking like this. Max was his best mate.

If Max loved her— No.

When Max loved her.

Then this was exactly how tonight should go.

Lando rubbed a hand over his face.

He was being selfish.

Pathetic.

She wasn't his.

She had never been his.

He'd made peace with that weeks ago.

Hadn't he?

His leg wouldn't stop bouncing.

Alexsis asked him something.

He answered.

At least he thought he did.

He couldn't remember what she'd asked.

Ten minutes. Eleven.

Every second stretched until it felt unbearable.

Then... The hallway door opened.

Lando looked up instinctively.

Max stepped out first.

Meckena followed. She looked... unreadable.

Her eyes were not really red. Had she been crying?

Max said something quietly. She nodded.

Then, He reached for her hand.

Lando's entire world stopped.

He couldn't hear the music anymore.

Couldn't hear the conversation.

Couldn't hear anything except his own heartbeat.

*There it is.*

*You knew this was coming.*

*Be happy for them.*

*Smile.*

He smiled. Or at least he thought he did. It felt wrong.

Like his face belonged to somebody else. Someone offered him another drink. He took it. Someone else handed him a shot. He swallowed it. Then another. Then another.

The rest of the night blurred into colours and laughter he couldn't make sense of. At some point Alexsis gently took his car keys from his pocket.

"Lando."

He blinked at her.

"You're staying here."

He was too drunk to argue.

The last thing he remembered before everything went black...

Was looking across the room.

Seeing Max standing beside Meckena.

Seeing them close enough that, through alcohol and tears and a room full of people... His mind convinced him they had kissed.

And that single thought shattered whatever hope he'd been trying so desperately to bury.

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MY GIRL

Synopsis:: Lando wins his first world championship and immediately goes to find his girl

Pairing:: lando x fem!reader

AS the woman watched the McLaren f1 car pass the finish line she couldn’t help but let a few tears fall. He had did it, her man had did it, he was now officially the reigning world champion. It was like everything began moving in slow motion as she watched him hop out of the car. It was loud, very loud and out of respect she backed up almost immediately, allowing lando to greet his mother and father first. But no, Lando ran right past them to immediately pull her into his arms. “So proud of you” she spoke as she returned the hug that he was giving her. “Your support has meant so much more than you know” he replied as he placed a kiss on her head. “Go talk to your parents baby, they’re soo proud of you aswell” she told Lando as she made eye contact with his parents who looked at them while patiently waiting their turn to see the world champ. “Let me stay here for a little bit longer” he spoke as he pulled her into tighter like that was even possible.

ONCE the woman and lando got back from the paddock and were in their shared hotel room, Lando could not stop holding his girl. “Can’t believe Mr. Landonowins is finally a world champion, I really am so incredibly proud of you baby.” She said as her face was buried in the crook of landos neck as he drifted off to sleep.

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