STARMAN - LN
Summary: Lando is the 2025 champion.
Word count: 1.5k
"You sleep well?" Y/n asks as she sits across from Lando who insisted they not treat it any different to any other race sunday. But y/n is fighting off fidgeting.
"I had you there, so I slept pretty good." Lando smiles then tilting his head at her. "Baby, it's gonna be alright."
"I'm supposed to be telling you that." Y/n states before standing up and moving around to settle in his lap. "No matter what. You are the most incredible man I know."
"I know." Lando jokes before he kisses her softly. "I'm gonna win this title though."
"I know you are."
And y/n really means that, she has no doubts in Lando. More so doubts in the team and the car.
Reliability could hinder him, a bad pitstop, a poorly timed safety car or just bad strategy choice. It's al possible, it's all a threat that could mess him up. Even just the race start could ruin it all if Oscar or Max don't play fair.
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Y/n spent the whole race latched onto Cisca's hand, her boyfriend's mum sharing the anxiety that one thing could change it all.
The near threat of a penalty that ultimately wouldn't have cost him though if he'd had it then maybe Charles would've threatened him in another way. Who knows, but he didn't get it. The track position is safe
Lando had maintained podium positions, Charles chasing his tail for a while at the start but making no progress. Even after they pitted the second time there was a few laps where Charles looked like he'd catch Lando but he didn't quite manage it.
The start of the last lap leaves a lump in y/n's throat as she prepares for them to run out to him, tears already gathering in her eyes before they watch him cross the line.
Cisca jumps to Adam while y/n finds someone else to hug, holding his sisters tightly and cheering as her tears freely flow down her cheeks.
Cisca and Adam have ran out already while y/n wipes under her eyes giving his parents the moment. They spent Lando's life helping him to this point.
Y/n waits with his sisters just letting them have a moment.
Eventually she steps out with them moving to watch Lando in his interview and it's only after that he spots her smiling at her as he looks at y/n for a moment then moving towards her, hands cupping her face as he captures her in a kiss that she can just feel the relief and happiness of him having won and taken this championship.
A self inflicted DNF in Canada, the mechanical failure in Zandvoort, the COTA Sprint his own teammate took him out of running and the disqualification in Vegas. The odds were starting to stack against him and Max is such a strong contender, y/n was admittedly ready to admit that maybe this wasn't Lando's year like the they hoped.
But she'd have been damned if anyone tried to put the blame on him for that. Of course they'll be bitter haters who have no concept of how little their thoughts and opinions mean. They can say what they like, their "opinions of who the real champion is" don't equate to real life and reality.
"You did it. I knew you would. I told you." Y/n grins while Lando hugs her, his hands almost going to pull her legs up on him. "Easy, champ. There's time for that later."
"We're getting very drunk tonight." Lando promises while y/n laughs and nods with him.
"I'm fine with that."
Lando is rushes off the celebrations already delaying the podium enough that they can see the FIA staff looking stressed.
It's a bit of a wait for the podium. But the joy in the air is palpable.
Y/n is fully prepared for what is going to be a very long night, likely a night that won't end until Lando says they're done.
There's part of y/n that knows, nothing will really compete with his moment for him. He didn't win the race, he didn't need to. He is a champion and he won other races.
Melbourne, Monaco, Austria, Silverstone, Hungary, Mexico, Sao Paulo and the championship.
He led when it mattered.
Y/n screams in cheer as she watches him, clapping and applauding Oscar and Max with vigour because they both did amazing jobs. By the end of the podium, her hands are aching along with her cheeks already.
Team celebrations come first, though during his run around he still manages to sneak in some more hugs and kisses with the family and y/n.
They've broke out the champion caps for Lando, kept in storage. Y/n knew they were even hidden somewhere in Qatar. Lando makes sure to plop one on y/n's head.
There's a few hours of media, team celebrations capturing the moment, photo after photo and of course DTS needs their moment with him.
But eventually he's ready to make the celebrations less camera and PR friendly.
Y/n took the opportunity of Lando being busy to change into the outfit she'd brought for a night out knowing Lando would win. Obviously she needed something night life appropriate.
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Both Lando and y/n, along with more of the team than McLaren would've like are completely paralytic. A toxic combination of drinks and hours of partying with every winning and champion anthem blasted through the club.
Most of Lando's family didn't last as long as the couple but Cisca does hear them struggling at the hotel door and end up helping them in.
"I won, mum. I won it." Lando whispers before y/n thuds on the floor making him jump before he stumbles with Cisca rushing to aid him and also rush to y/n who fell and didn't catch herself at all.
"Ah, fuck." Y/n whines as she pushes up onto her hands and knees sticking out her tongue that's now bleeding. "I bit my tongue."
"Y/n, my baby." Lando gasps while Cisca considers going back and getting Adam to help her with the drunk couple.
Thankfully y/n leads the way to the bed, mumbling gibberish to herself while Lando follows like a puppy. They both crumple on the bed and after making sure there's water for them and she's left some painkillers for what will no doubt be a soul destroying hangover for them both. She leaves them to sleep.
Though they're both just conscious.
"Lando, you are champion. The bestest driver this year." Y/n whispers making his head turn, the smile he's not been able to wipe off his face. "If I wasn't so drunk and scared I'd throw up, I'd suck your dick to celebrate."
"I think I might be sick if I cum right now...We'll do an IOU." Lando grins then rolling and kissing her softly. "Thank you for always supporting me. I...I know I couldn't have got through the bad days this year without you."
"You deserve the world, even if the world doesn't deserve you, Lando." Y/n states before tearing up, her drunk emotions making her very much feel overwhelmed. "I just wish you knew that you should feel like this every day and think of yourself every day the way you do today."
"Hey, you don't need to cry about it." Lando laughs pulling her closer to himself.
"They're happy tears, I promise. Like your tears over that line." Y/n grins while Lando nods a little. "You did it."
"We all did it. I owe it to everyone, the team, my parents, the fans...you." Lando smiles before he gently cups her face stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Nothing can ruin this for us. Nothing."
"I know." Y/n grins before they finally start to drift off.
The next day is rough and it takes Max and Pietra breaking into the room with Keegan to drag the couple out.
"Come on, mate. Your celebrations aren't done." Max declares while Pietra is a lot softer with y/n who practically latches onto the fellow young woman begging her to not force her out of the bed.
Eventually they are talked into getting in the shower and handed outfits to put on for the day ahead of them.
They didn't manage to get the two out in time for noon but the lunch they have ready is a welcome meal despite the initial nausea.
More speeches and honouring Lando's win is held up with glasses, primarily of water since y/n and Lando aren't the only ones who took it too far.
Lando is stuck in Abu Dhabi for testing so it's not all over but everyone beyond y/n is heading home, celebrations to continue after the testing is finished up.
"I finally get you all to myself." Y/n grins once they return from everyone else saying their goodbye. Her leaning back on the door as it clicks locked. "I believe...I owe my champion a proper reward."
"I am not about to turn that offer down." Lando smirks while y/n begins to push him towards the bed.
