LN4 - Birthday girl
Summary - You hadn’t expected Lando to go all out on your birthday, yet he did and sometimes actions speak just as loud as words.
Warning - None, just fluff
Wordcount - 0.9k
Timeline - Readers birthday
Pairing - Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader
Masterlist <3
Lando had never been anyone to do anything even remotely halfway; you knew that, but you didn’t think that he’d go to this extent.
You had been expecting him to take you to go and get food or take you out to do something but you hadn’t expected anything this… personalised.
The glass panels surrounding the roof-top restaurant are lined with sparkling fairy lights that shine softly. They reflect off of the glass panels, creating a pretty art-like picture and you know that when you turn around, they’ll be catching in Lando’s eyes as well.
The table is set with fancy silver cutlery that looks like they were hand-carved, beige napkins with your initials engraved into everyone on the side of the intricate swans they’ve been carved into and the plates look like they’re straight out of a movie set.
The music hums at a perfect volume through the speakers, feeling the air with a peaceful and steady feeling. It’s a perfect contrast to the chaotic, bustling streets of the city down below; a whole world carrying on even though it feels as though time has paused in yours.
Your hand flies up to cover your mouth as you stand starstruck in the entrance, awe taking over your features. Lando lets out a gentle laugh, hands landing on your hips to steady you as if you might faint from
“Lan…” You whisper but it comes out muffled against your hand yet you can’t bring yourself to look at him, your eyes glued on the beautiful set up in front of you; there’s a tiny square box the plate in the middle seat, presumably yours.
“Do you like it?” Lando asks, fingers tapping against your hips as he spins you around to face him. He’s smiling so wide that if you saw him out in public you would have assumed that he’d won the lottery.
“Like? I-I…” The words flow into each other and you begin to feel the tears swelling in your eyes. Lando’s thumb reaches up instinctively. “I love it, Lan, you didn’t have to do all of this for me.” You whisper, pressing your face into your chest and standing on your tippy toes, arms wrapping around his neck.
A blanket of his cologne wraps around you, coating you like he never wants to let you go. You never want him to let you go either.
He dips his head down and his lips brush your ear. “You deserve all of this,” You see his hand gesturing to the display around you. “And so much more.” He plants a kiss on your temple before pulling away. “Come on, go open your gift before everyone else gets here.”
Your eyes dart to the pale pink box. “Everybody else?” You question, raising your eyebrows at him in confusion.
“Well even though I know that I am amazing company, I thought that you’d want to celebrate your birthday with some of your friends as well.” He tells you, spinning you around so quickly that your dress swirls around your thighs and his hand finds your lower back, guiding you towards your seat.
“Go on,” Lando prompts, pulling the chair out for you like some old-fashioned gentleman, practically buzzing with excitement as you settle yourself into the chair, fingers wrapping around the delicate pink box. “Whilst it’s just me and you.”
Your fingers tremble just slightly as you lift the lid. Inside, nestled in velvet, is a gold locket – flower-like engravings sprawled all along the outsides and a shiver runs down your spine as the pads of your fingers brush over them. It’s not that you don’t like it, no you love it but this is something that only someone who paid attention to the little things would be able to design.
You click it open cautiously, not wanting to break it within seconds of removing it from its packaging; there’s a small photo, you and Lando. One you don’t even remember taking, or ever even seeing before.
Your head is thrown back against Lando’s chest, smile wide as you giggle at something Lando has said and Lando’s looking down at you, unruly curls framing his face like his a piece of artwork but he’s staring at you like you own the whole of space. He’s never said it before but in this photo it looks like he really and truly loves you.
Your eyes flicker to the text next to it, scrawly handwriting feels your vision and it is unmistakably Lando’s.
I love you, to the moon and back.
You tilt your head back to where he’s standing behind you and he slowly pries the necklace out of your hands, moving your hair out of the way before clasping it around your neck.
“Thank you, Lan. I love it.” You whisper.
His hand cups the side of your face, his fingers brushing your jaw and Lando soaks in every one of your features; the curve of your nose, the light lift of your lip on the left hand side and the cheeky glint that’s always somewhere in your eye. He takes in every single little thing about you before he speaks.
“I love you.” He whispers back and with that his lips connect with yours – it’s not rough, it’s not rushed but it’s sweet, loving and you kiss him back. That being your way of saying I love you too until you have the breath to say it back in words.
love, hate and a happy birthday <3
-a