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Can you do one where Lando is sick during race weekend and still wants to race and you are taking care of him 🩵

Little Lando Norris- LN

Setting this in Brazil 2022 where Lando was actually a bit ill

Wednesday

Lando doesn’t look well but his stubbornness is proving to be at the forefront of denying the truth.

“Baby, you have a fever.” Y/n frowns trying to coax him into at least taking his hoodie off to cool off. But he shivers just at the thought and she sighs knowing it’s getting her nowhere. “Can we please get you in one of the cool vests?”

“I’m not hot-“

“Lando Norris, if you are going to drive in this race this weekend. Then you have to at least break the fever.” Y/n states putting her foot down before softening again. “Now, please can you let me help you?”

Lando grumbles but begrudgingly agrees to her do whatever to break the fever.

Luckily they didn’t have to travel too far for the race so while the travelling didn’t help, it hasn’t necessarily made things worse.

With the help of his trainer, y/n manages to get Lando’s temperature down but there’s not much more they can do aside from hope that helps him improve.

“Baby, stay with me.” Lando pouts with grabby hands directed at his girlfriend.

Lando is physically affectionate on a normal day but when he’s sick, the man can hardly cope without her being in arms reach and touching him in whatever way he can make happen.

Thursday

Media was visibly wearing him down, his whole attitude and stance was giving away how unwell he felt. But since he’s the extrovert between the two McLaren drivers, he keeps up the persona between moments of clear exhaustion.

Y/n is wise enough to get one of the medical team in to see to him between interviews where they conclude it’s tonsillitis.

Y/n grimaces as the doctor presses on his glands making Lando wince while

“I don’t know how you’ve managed to keep talking without crying.” The doctor states after checking the back of his throat with a grimace before looking at y/n. “Have you got any symptoms?”

“No…Am I going to catching it? I’ve sort of been avoiding kissing him since he started to have a fever.” Y/n admits earning a pout from her boyfriend. “Can you put him on antibiotics?”

“Yeah, we’ll get you on some Lando. But take it easy on your throat. Keep hydrated and don’t let the fever get out of control there. The antibiotics will take a few more takes to kick in, especially with how bad it’s got to. I’d say you’re still not going to be feeling great on Sunday.”

“I have to race.” Lando argues before shrinking back at little when y/n silently scolds him for speaking up.

“We’ll keep an eye on you, make sure that you’re physically up to racing.”

“I’ll take care of him.” Y/n promises earning a grin from Lando with a thumbs up.

Lando is taken off from the media schedule for the rest of the weekend.

“You don’t want to share tonsillitis together?” Lando grins while she sighs at him with a stern expression. He quickly gestures as if he’s zipping his mouth closed and locking it before throwing away an invisible key.

“If I have tonsillitis, that means longer with no kisses.” Y/n reminds him earning a pout while she picks up his water bottle. “Now, first things first. Hydration.”

Friday

There was a worse development even with the first of the antibiotics being taken.

FP1 he manages to do ok and focus but there’s little feedback with him being in more pain and y/n isn’t sure he should be in the car.

“Out of 10 how do you feel?” Y/n questions when he walks over to her in the garage pulling off his helmet looking like he’s been drenched.

He raises one hand to indicate a 5 making her sigh. Checking his temperature isn’t easy when he’s fresh out the car, but even trying she grimaces at the feeling of him burning up with a flashed pink face.

“Lando…” Y/n sighs rubbing her hand on a towel.

Her tone and expression tells him more than enough but he frowns shaking his head at her, his way of arguing without being verbal, even wagging a finger at her.

“You can’t race in this condition.” Y/n states with her arms crossed while he frowns at her refusing to change his mind. “So stubborn.”

He smirks a little before his trainer calls for him to get in a cool shower to try and manage his fever that is almost definitely slowly boiling his blood.

FP2 doesn’t really have any better of an outcome in terms of his health improving but the results are better after they debriefed data from the first practice.

“How’s our star doing?” Zak asks appearing once Lando is changed while y/n sits just waiting for her boyfriend. “Y/n?”

“His fever is back. I think resting is his best option for going into tomorrow.” Y/n shrugs since she knows Lando will be racing. Lando appears hugging y/n tightly from behind while she tries her best to ignore him a little.

“If you can’t do the race, Lando. The sooner we can know the better.”

“I can.” Lando argues but the sandpaper-esk roughness of his voice even makes Zak grimace.

“We’ll see what you’re like tomorrow and if you get through qualifying ok with doctors approval for you to go-ahead with Sunday.” Zak decides making Lando frown but nod since there’s really no point in trying to argue with him.

Saturday

No fever today but his voice is reduced to a whisper which is going to make the radio messages slightly harder for the team but it’s better for him when it comes to how he feels while driving and enduring the cockpit heat.

“Have something to drink.” Y/n mumbles as he climbs out the car after FP3.

“Hi to you too.” Lando whispers with a small smirk, clearly feeling a little more up to his usual cheeky attitude. He takes the bottle from her before he grins at her. “I love you.”

“I love you too, even if you’re a bit of an idiot.” Y/n sighs then smiling when he kisses her nose. There’s a sudden ache over the fact that actually they haven’t got to kiss for days now and she feels an honest need to kiss him, but logic gets the better of her.

Not that Lando misses the brief sad expression that crosses over her face.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Lando questions making her shake her head and force a smile before he tugs her closer and stops her from stepping away from her. “Tell me before I lose my voice.”

“I just want to kiss you but I can’t.” Y/n mumbles watching Lando melt a little before he hugs her tightly, kissing her neck softly.

“Just a little bit longer.” Lando whispers making her nod before she moves back and he kisses her nose again.

“Be honest…how are you feeling?-I won’t tell anyone else, I just want to know how you’re really feeling.” Y/n asks since she knows Lando is covering up the truth because he doesn’t want the team to think he’s not up to it.

These drivers will push themselves on the line and beyond if it means they can drive and not let anyone down. Missing out on the points is never worth it to them.

“A bit shaky and tired.” Lando admits earning a small nod from the young woman. “But my throat doesn’t hurt nearly as much.”

“Ok, we’ll see how qualifying goes.” Y/n mumbles while Lando is called to look at the data to make sure they know what they’re doing. “Go on.”

Lando takes off leaving y/n to tidy up his drivers room, just out of habit. Along with making sure he’s got plenty of water.

She only sees him briefly before qualifying but afterwards he seems a little more tired than he usually would.

“You ok, baby?” Y/n frowns while he nods then grimacing when her cool hand touches his forehead, hoping not to find he’s got a fever. “You’re ok, just sweaty from the car. Go shower off.”

Sunday

The doctor made a final check over on Lando who is still feeling a little bit rough and though he won’t tell the team, he’s fairly obviously not as steady.

“Don’t crash. If you feel too bad to keep going, just tell Will and stop. Please do not keep going.” Y/n pleads with a sad expression that makes Lando sigh before he nods.

He’d never really stop the race by choice, and she knows that but if it helps her to feel more settled before the race then he’ll say it purely so he can comfort her.

Brazil has a lot of laps but a crash between Kevin and Daniel means that there’s a change in the race structure early on. Lando is doing pretty well too but when he knocks Charles out y/n can’t help but grimace knowing that might earn him some nasty comments. He even gets a 5 second penalty.

But pain strikes when Lando loses the engine and has to pull over. His race over.

Lando looks at her for a moment.

He doesn’t make it back until after the race due to not being allowed to cross the track and get back to the paddock while the race is still going.

But when he does finally return, he’s not happy nor is he feeling all that great.

He latches onto y/n like she’s a lifeline, not wanting to deal with anyone else or any media. Somehow they convince him to get out and do the post-race interview before attending the debrief which he nearly begs her to join him for but she assures him that she’ll be waiting outside for him.

“Alright, go get some rest.” Will instructs as they finish up and Lando gets the ok to leave with y/n already waiting with everything they need to take with them.

“Let’s get you to bed, baby.” Y/n smiles before offering her hand out to him which he takes, kissing the back off before waving some final goodbyes to everyone.

“Give me those.” Lando frowns taking the bags from her which makes them play a small game of tug of war before he wins and carries them the rest of the way to his car.

“So demanding.” Y/n states as they walk out the paddock. “I hope you realise I’m coddling you until you’re 100 percent again.”

“I’m really banking on that.” Lando smiles then opening the door for her to get in the car. “I love it when you get all fussy over me.”

“Attention whore.” Y/n laughs earning a grin from him.

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oh-austin · 25 days

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Hi baby!! It’s 🪩 sending love!!

I love you so much <3

#always making my day #🪩 anon

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oh-austin · 27 days

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we need more 😽🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼

hi :) this isn't a request but what are your thoughts on singledad! lando ?

*running and sliding as I grab my laptop*

OH OH You mean singledad!Lando who would be a girl dad?

Single Dad!Lando who would bring his daughter everywhere

Single Dad!Lando who refuses to date for the first 5-6 years of her life because she's his world now?

Single Dad!Lando who's daughter has his curls and eyes

Single Dad!Lando whose Instagram feed changes from traveling and partying to pictures of her and her drawings

Single Dad!Lando who calls her his little princess because she loves playing princesses

Single Dad!Lando who carries her everywhere because he likes having her close

Single Dad!Lando who dedicated a helmet to her all season

Single Dad!Lando who brings his daughter on podiums with him because she doesn't like the big crowds and just wants her daddy

yeah yeah I've got thoughts on Single Dad!Lando

#more pls 🤲🏼🤲🏼#dad!lando #single dad!lando

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oh-austin · 27 days

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oh-austin · 28 days

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Hold on hold on come back you can't just say something like that and not elaborate old elaborate what do you mean he walk you through it pls

I’m sorry 😭 the whole stream he had with angryginge really just settled it for me. lando would definitely be the type of guy who talks you through sex, encouraging sounds and moans because LOOK at this and tell me he wouldn’t

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Baby Girl - LN4

landonorris x fem!reader || dad!landonorris

summary: a few little insights on yours and Lando’s life, following the summer vacation with his family

part 2 of Baby Fever

requested: @avenger122, @kapsylia @mickslover

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*~*~ Finding out you are pregnant ~*~*

How much anxiety can a little stick bring?

The answer is, one hell of a lot!

You sat on the bathroom tiles, hair messy from having woken up just a few minutes ago, nibbling on your nails, something you haven’t done since you were a little kid. Your foot nervously tapping on the ground.

Lando was peacefully asleep in the room next to the bathroom, not knowing that you had just taken a test to confirm a suspicion based on mood swings, morning sickness and weird cravings.

A look at the timer on your phone told you the five minutes of waiting time were over. Carefully you reached over to the sink to turn the small blue stick over, only for it to reveal two deep blue stripes.

You put your hand over your mouth in shock while feeling the tears start to fall. You have no idea how long you sat there until you whipped away the tears and pulled yourself up on your legs, gripping the little stick tightly in one hand and making your way back to your bedroom.

You sat down next to a sleeping Lando. He shifted when the mattress moved next to you, his eye lids fluttering and finding your figure next to him.

His smile turned into a frown quite quickly when he saw your worried face. "Baby, what’s wrong?", Lando muttered, brushing his curls out of his face. "You look like you’ve been crying", he said, sitting up.

You silently handed him the stick, looking at his face to catch any slightest reaction possible.

"Is- is this what I think it is?", he whispered, not taking his eyes off the stick. You nodded slightly. "I’m sorry, I- I know your season is starting soon a- and we’re still so young and I’m-", you stuttered but got interrupted by Lando almost tackling you back down in to the sheets, covering you with kisses.

"Baby, that’s awesome!", he called into your neck. Now it was your time to frown. "W-what? But your season and-"

"I don’t care about work right now, baby. You’re pregnant, you are carrying a tiny little human that you and I made", Lando smiled, pulling back from you.

"You’re happy?", you asked confused. Your boyfriend nodded frantically. "Of course I’m happy, this is great!", he called.

"But it’s so early?", you muttered. Lando frowned. "Are you happy about this?", he then asked in return. "Of course I am, I’ve always wanted to be a mother but-" "Then we can do this! No matter the circumstances", Lando’s smile brightened again and he moved down your body, pushing up your sleeping shirt and resting his cheek on your exposed stomach.

"Hey, baby, how you doing in there?", he whispered softly and pressed a light kiss on your skin. "Baby is probably only a bundle of cells right now", you chuckled, moving your hands to his curls and running through them.

"Hey shh, this is our baby!", Lando mocked you and put his head back down on your belly.

"You are already the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me", he whispered. You couldn’t help but smile at his words, knowing you definitely chose the right man to get you knocked up.

"Huh, guess what happened in Vegas didn’t stay in Vegas", Lando chuckled after a few minutes of silence. You stopped and calculated back eight weeks. The Las Vegas Grand Prix, more specifically the After Party and let out a chuckle as well.

*~*~ Giving birth ~*~*

"Nope, I’ll be staying until the last possible minute", Lando said over the phone. "Zak, I don’t care if I’m missing Thursdays Media Duties", he rolled his eyes and sat down next to you.

It was the Tuesday morning before the Dutch Grand Prix, the first one after the summer break and the McLaren team was flying to the Netherlands today but your boyfriend was determined to stay with you.

Your due date was August 24th, so Saturday, you were aware that if your little baby girl decided to stay inside you until then, Lando couldn’t make it to the birth but he was convinced that she would come early because "she wants her father there with her".

Lando put a hand on your belly and started stroking it while still arguing with his boss. "Zak I will be there for FP1 on Friday, I promise but I won’t leave my pregnant girlfriend’s side until the last possible minute. The end!", Lando called, pressing the red button.

"I don’t know why he’s making such a big deal about it", Lando said defiantly. You couldn’t help but smile. "Baby, I know how much you want to be there but you need to prepare for the possibility that it might not happen", you tried to console him.

Lando shook his head and crossed his arms.

You sighed and pushed the blanket away from your legs. "I’ll be on the toilette", you smiled, stroking through his curls again before standing up.

Flicking the light on, you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen before feeling liquid dripping down on your feet and spotted the wet patch on the ground between your legs.

"Uh, Lando?", you called for your boyfriend. "What’s wrong, baby?", he yelled back and you heard him picking himself up from the couch. "I think you were right", you replied as you felt another sharp pain.

Lando looked at you, then at the wet patch before looking back to you. "I was right!", he called happily, before catching your deadly glare. "Get the hospital bag and some new sweats!", you ordered and Lando nodded. But before he rushed away, he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Let’s do this, baby", he smiled encouragingly and disappeared to your bedroom.

You caught a glance of yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath. "Let’s do this", you muttered, caressing your belly.

Lando had gotten your hospital bag and put it in the car while you changed your trousers. He held your hand the whole way to the hospital while managing the wheel with the other one.

Mia, your midwife, was already at the hospital when you two arrived. "Good morning, you two", she greeted you. "How are you doing?"

"I’m having contractions and my water broke", you quickly explained what Lando had already told her over the phone. "Let’s get you up and see how dilated you are", Mia smiled and lead you to the elevator.

*~*~*~*~*~*

"You son of a bitch!! YOU put me in this position!! I- ARGH", you called, gripping onto Lando’s hand tighter. "Baby, I need my hand for the weekend", he tried to crack a joke but was immediately shut down by you. "YOU DON’T GET TO COMPLAIN RIGHT NOW!!"

"You’re almost there, I can see her head. Give me another push, please", Mia spoke in her calming voice. "You’re almost there, baby. Come on", Lando muttered encouragingly.

"Shut up!!", you snapped at him but Lando only smiled and kissed your knuckles. "One last push, Y/n, come on, one last time", Mia smiled as you took all the strength you had left in you, to push once more.

A cry filled the air. A baby cry. You smiled and closed your eyes in exhaustion. "Here we go, a little baby girl", Mia grinned as you opened your eyes again to catch a look at your daughter. "Mr. Norris, do you want to do the honor?", she looked at Lando and nodded at the scissors.

He nodded and carefully trimmed the umbilical cord before Mia placed your daughter on your chest.

"Hey, baby", you smiled and, carefully as if not to break her, stroke down her naked back. Lando sat down next to you again, stroking his finger over her tiny fist.

"Have you decided on a name?", Mia asked. You looked at Lando and nodded. "Isabella Rose Norris", he answered while looking down at his daughter.

"A beautiful name!"

*~*~*~*~*~*

Lando joined little Isabella when she was taken away by the doctors to undergo the usual post birth examination. He came back half an hour later, with your daughter, dressed in a pink bodysuit and wrapped in a fluffy blanket, in his arms.

"We’re parents", he stated, not quite believing his own words. You nodded and moved a bit on the hospital bed so Lando could sit down.

"Yep, we are", you smiled.

"Oh!", Lando called out as Isabella opened her deep blue eyes. "Hello baby girl", he whispered, rocking her in his arms. "I knew you wanted your daddy here with you, huh?", he smirked as you hit his upper arm with a chuckle.

"I love you two so much", he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

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yn: Welcome to the world little Isabella Rose Norris🧡

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landonorris: My whole world❤️‍🩹

ciscanorris1: Can’t wait to meet her!!

adam_norris_pure_electric: We are so proud of you🧡

charlottesine: Aww congratulations!!

mclaren: So when can we get her into a car?👀

–> landonorris: I’ll sneak her to Monza

–> yn: No.

oscarpiastri: Finally Lando did something good!

–> landonorris: HEY!

kellypiquet: So happy for you🫶🏻

lissiemakintosh: Congratulations❤️

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landonorris: I knew she wanted her daddy there. The best and most special end of summer break🧡

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yn: I love you🧡

ciscanorris: So proud of you my boy❤️

mclaren: She’ll definitely get her own customized bodysuit

carlossainz55: Congrats muppet, you finally did good!

oscarpiastri: Give me a call when she’s ready to wear thongs😉

–> landonorris: …

lewishamilton: Congratulations, mate!

maxverstappen1: I volunteer as a babysitter 🙋‍♂️

zbrownceo: Congratulations 🧡

–> landonorris: It was so worth fighting you

danielricciardo: LITTLE NORRIS!!

f1: Congratulations from the whole circus🏁

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*~*~ Bringing her to the paddock for the first time ~*~*

"Baby, she’s too young!", you argued back while Lando put the orange Mclaren bodysuit on your 3 months old daughter. "No, she’s not. Trust me, baby. Also I know you want to come back to the paddock again", your boyfriend replied, tickling Isabella’s belly with his finger.

You put your flat hand against your forehead and closed your eyes.

"It’s the last race of the season, you are already here in Abu Dhabi and I really want the two of you there", Lando spoke as he picked Isabella up and walked over to you.

You took your hand down and looked at him. "You’ll stay in the hospitality, the team has little headphones for her ears and everything will be fine", he said soothingly and placed a light kiss on your forehead. "And my family will be there as well."

"Alright, okay", you gave in. "Yesss!!", Lando called and held up his fist for Isabella. "See, I knew mummy would agree", he whispered to her and took her fist to bump with his. You chuckled at the gesture.

"The boys can’t wait to meet you", he smiled and kissed the side of her head. "She won’t be passed around, okay? You are the only one holding her, Max is the exception because she knows him already", you called from the bathroom.

"Ay-ay captain!", Lando yelled back and reached for the baby bag.

*~*~*~*~*~*

You took a deep breath when Lando stopped the engine and reached back to grab the bag. "Baby seat or stroller?", he asked, hand on the door and ready to open it.

"Stroller, she likes it better and it’s more practical", you replied, making Lando nod and open the door. The cheers from the crowd erupted and your anxiety rose slightly.

You looked back at your little princess whose eyes were wide open from the noise and the excitement around her. "Let’s do this, Bella", you smiled and undid your seatbelt. The crowd screamed again when they saw you and you caught small whispers of "Oh my god, she’s here!" "Does that mean that baby is here as well?"

You waved at the people waiting by the gates and walked around the car to see Lando setting up the stroller.

"Can I carry her in?", Lando asked with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. "You don’t wanna sign stuff?", you replied, leaning against the car. Lando stopped in his tracks for a second, making you smirk.

"You can carry her when we’re inside, alright?", you chuckled and pushed yourself off the black car.

"Get lost, champ", you smiled and patted his arm while nodding towards the fans. "You’re the best!", Lando muttered, placing a gentle kiss to your lips before jogging over to the waiting fans.

You saw that Lando had already put Isabella’s bag on the stroller, so you closed the trunk and went to pick up your daughter.

"Hello, princess", you smiled and grabbed the baby sling to throw inside the stroller as you were certain you’d need it later. Then you started to undo your daughter’s baby-seat before lifting her out of the car and into your arms.

You quickly checked if you had everything you needed before closing the car up and waiting for Lando.

Isabella tried to look around, constantly lifting her little head off your chest. "Belle, I know this is veeeery exciting and you’re very curios, but I need you to stay close because you are not old enough to lift your head like that", you spoke in a calm voice and put your hand behind her head.

"Daddy’s gonna be here very soon, I promise", you soothed her and just in that moment Lando turned around to look at you two.

A big smile spread across his face and he nodded at something the girl behind him said.

A few minutes later he turned away from the fans and sent them a wave as he jogged back to the car. "Let’s gooo!!", he said hyped and made grabby hands at his daughter who immediately turned her head when she heard her daddy’s voice.

You chuckled and handed Lando his daughter as the fans behind him cheered and a loud "Aww" sounded through the crowd.

You grabbed the stroller and pushed it towards the entrance of the paddock. As soon as you entered, the majority of eyes turned to look at you.

"Cabrón!", you heard a voice behind you call and spotted Carlos when you turned around. The spaniard jogged up to you and smiled when he saw Isabella in Lando’s arms.

"You brought the little princess?", he asked and gave you a quick hug. Lando nodded with a big smile and turned himself so that Isabella could look at Carlos. "Look up, princess, that’s Uncle Carlos", he spoke in a soft voice and Carlos lifted his hand to wriggle his fingers. "Holà, princesa", he whispered.

"Can I touch her?", the Ferrari driver then asked with a glance at you. You nodded. "Not her head or face, please but apart from that yeah", you replied and saw a certain Australian driver approach the four of you.

Carlos nodded and carefully stroke over Isabella’s small back. "I see you brought my favorite little person!", Daniel called, making you chuckle.

He put his arm around you and pulled you in a hug. "You okay?", he whispered. You nodded. "Yeah, the break between Singapore and Austin and Brazil and Vegas helped a lot because Lando could he home", you answered, pulling back from the hug.

"And we had Kelly and Max helping us out quite a lot", you added, thinking back at how the two were incredibly helpful during the first three months of Isabella’s life.

"Oh, look who we have here", another Australian accent called and you saw Oscar and Lily walking up to you.

In only about ten minutes half the grid found themselves around you, everyone wanting to catch a glimpse at 'little Norris' as Daniel called her.

"She’s quite the attraction", Kelly chuckled next to you. You nodded, keeping your eyes on your boyfriend and daughter. "Their teams are probably missing them by now", Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, said.

You saw Lando walking out of the crowd of people and closer to you. "She’s getting a bit cranky. I think the attention is getting a little too much", he told you, rocking her little body to prevent her from crying.

"I’ll take her. You need to be with your team anyway", you nodded and held your hands out. "All of you actually!", you added a bit louder, addressing the drivers behind Lando, making them break out in small chatter as they split up.

*~*~*~*~*~*

"See darling? That’s daddy", you whispered although you were well aware she couldn’t hear you with her ear protection.

Isabella‘s eyes were still wide open, trying to take it all the new surroundings. Cisca, who stood next to you, chuckled. "She‘s handling it pretty well, isn’t she?", Lando’s mum asked.

You nodded and swayed gently with your daughter in your arms. "I was so anxious about bringing her to the paddock but she’s handling it like a queen", you smiled proudly. "Lando‘s been pretty much begging me to bring her ever since she was born", you chuckled at the thought of your boyfriend asking you a week after she was born if you would come to Monza.

"Jon told me", Cisca laughed. "Said the boy was facetiming the two of you every free moment even if it was for less than five minutes."

You smiled and nodded. "He hates leaving her", you huffed. "He asked Kelly to keep an eye on you whenever Max and him had to leave for a race weekend", Cisca revealed and you turned your head to look at her. "He called me one night, sounding so anxious. He kept babbling on about how he couldn’t just leave you alone with her."

"I didn’t know about that", you whispered. Thinking back on how Kelly always showed up on your doorstep a day after Lando had left for another Grand Prix.

"It‘s been hard on him but I believe the two breaks have helped him manage quite well", Cisca then said right as Lando‘s bright papaya car was shown on the screen again.

"If you ever need help with anything, I‘m always here for you, you know that right?", she smiled and squeezed your shoulder. "Thank you so much, Cisca", you replied sincerely.

From the side you caught the first light lighting up so you brought your attention to the TV in front of you.

You cheered loudly when Lando passed Max into Turn 1 and even more when he was able to pull a gap of over 1.8 seconds in the first few laps.

And even louder when he was the first to cross the chequered flag. Isbella, who took a quick nap at around lap 23, was wide awake now. Especially with everyone cheering around her.

"You wanna go down?", Cisca asked, knowing how much Lando and you loved that short time of celebration in parc fermé. She knew that when Lando got on the podium he wanted to celebrate with no one but you.

"Can I even take her with me?", you muttered. "Of course, keep to the sides and you‘ll be fine. The team will make sure of that, I‘m certain", Cisca nodded and pushed you out of the door.

You chuckled as you stroke over Isabella‘s cheek. "We‘re gonna go see Daddy. He won!", you whispered with a bright smile.

Cisca led you to the small area in front of the podium where Lando just parked as you arrived.

He climbed out of the car, standing on the hood for a second and raising his arms in celebration before jumping down and running straight for his team, launching himself into their arms.

You watched with a smile as they patted his helmet and back before he took off his helmet and handed it to Jon who pointed in your direction.

Lando turned his head and his eyes widden in surprise, not expecting you to be down here. He didn’t waste another second before jogging down the line of team members to reach you.

"Baby! I didn’t expect you to come here!", he called before he wrapped you into a hug, careful as not to crush Isabella who was still in your arms.

Lando placed his lips on yours while you wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him closer. You put your forehead against his after pulling away. "I‘m so proud of you! We both are!", you whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before he pulled back.

He made grabby hands at the baby in your arms. "Gimme!", he grinned, making you laugh as you carefully handed Lando his daughter over the waist-high fence.

"Hello, darling, how you doin‘?", he whispered, caressing her cheek gently.

Isabella started blabbering excitedly when she recognized the man holding her as her father, making both of you chuckle.

"I’m so freaking happy you’re here! love you two so much!", Lando said, looking up from his daughter. His eyes sparkling in the dark of the warm night. He placed his hand over yours that rested on the metal fence.

"I love you, too!"

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yn: Last race of the season🎆☺️🫶🏻

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landonorris: I‘m so happy you two are here❤️

mclaren: Lando got his good luck charm back

–> yn: Missed coming to races sm

ciscanorris: Most special day meeting the little one again💞

oscarpiastri: Please, on behalf of everyone at McLaren, come to more races or else the man is insufferable!!

–> landonorris: Heyyy!!!

–> yn: I promise I will, Bella loved it!

fan: She brought the baby!!!

–> fan: They arrived together and it was honestly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!!

–> fan: Lando signed my hat when I asked him about the girls and his smile was sooo big and he then looked over to them!! So cute!!

fan: The queen is back in the paddock

–> danielricciardo: With the little princess

fan: Their little family is adorable!

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that anon is a genuis? the showering one 🥺

okay okay I’m still gonna write a full on fic but I wanted to do the showering together rn because I have no shame, but but I hope you enjoy this lil fluffy thing

take care of you (2.k words) lando norris x fem!reader sickfic

You were never sick, and that’s why Lando was getting worried. The both of you had always laughed at the thought of being ill, boasting a little too much about your amazing immune systems and now it’s come to bite you in the ass.

It had started as - what you thought was - a hangover, having a little too much to drink at the bar where Max had practically forced you to come two days ago. Lando hadn’t really been feeling it, still a little sore from the race a few days prior and in need of a night in where he could just relax. But you’d both gone eventually, had a good time and then you’d woken up violently ill the next morning.

Lando had set aside his aversion to vomit, quietly gagging as he tried to nurse you back to health. But it had become clear that it wasn’t just the aftermath of the night before coming to haunt you. Your nose had turned stuffy, voice hoarse and your fevers were running high. Dangerously so. Lando had never seen you so drained of energy before and it was starting to scare him.

He’d ignored your protests of staying away, not wanting him to catch whatever the fuck was making you feel like death was knocking on your front door but Lando was nothing but stubborn, glaring angrily at you when you tried to wave him off.

Max had dropped in to dump a plastic bag of medicine and everything a pharmacy held before fleeing, saying that whatever you had, he didn’t want it. You just wished Lando had the same attitude.

You didn’t want to admit it out loud though, that a part of you was glad that you had your best friend by your side to look after your basic needs when you couldn't. He always ran cold and it was a great advantage as he sat by your side as you went in and out of consciousness, placing his chilly hand on your forehead and cheek to hopefully stave off the fever.

By day two, he’d had enough. His stomach was twisting in worry, and he’d rang his mum three times - looking for advice or anything to help with her in a different country. You’d been a little delirious, skin slick with sweat as you laid on the bed; barely conscious and drifting between that place where you're not quite lucid, but you're also not completely knocked out. Lando would’ve thought that you were sleeping if it weren’t for the mouth breathing and little whimpers you occasionally let out when the pain in your head spiked out of nowhere.

It was three in the morning when you sniffled, waking up from your doze and blinking at him. You looked so miserable that he couldn’t help but feel sorry for you, brushing a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead and ignoring the fact that your hair was absolutely soaking. Anxiety was already gripping his heart in a fist and he couldn't handle feeding into it anymore, in fear of it bursting at the seams.

“Do you need anything?” He asked, voice quiet as to not worsen your headache but you still groaned like he’d put a megaphone to your ear and screamed into it.

You made a pathetic attempt at shaking your head, and the little gesture made him smile in endearment when you nuzzled the side of your face against the pillow; squishing your nose and mouth into the damp fabric.

“No.” You murmured. “‘s so hot.”

He glanced at the one too many covers and blankets on you, thinking that maybe he’d gone overboard with his mum’s advice to ‘let you sweat your fever out’.

“I know, bug.” He frowned a little. “You’ll be okay soon.”

“I feel like I’ve taken a nap in the devil’s arse.” You complained and Lando laughed, a bit relieved that your humour was still there.

He thought back on his mum’s advice that he’d immediately brushed off with heated cheeks as soon as the words left her mouth. Let her have a shower, it’ll do wonders for her, poor girl.

How was Lando supposed to get you in the shower when you hadn’t even left the bed for days? He glanced down at you and sucked his teeth, hands going to push the covers from your body before he could second guess himself. You made a sound of confusion when he grabbed at your hands, helping you sit up.

“What are you doin’?” Your speech was a little slurred, exhaustion clinging to your very soul and Lando ignored the pang in his chest at your rare vulnerability.

He’d ever only seen you like this when you were pissed out of your mind drunk, or when you were really sad. Or sick.

“We’re taking a shower.” He said, helping you stand up and you went easily, leaning heavily on him because the room was fucking spinning and he’d just said we.

The slow realisation made you yelp as he walked the both of you to the bathroom, and you gripped his hoodie in your hands in a lousy effort to stop him from walking any further.

“We? You’re not seeing me naked.” You said, feeling a little panicked at that thought.

Lando gave you a look you couldn’t decipher, pushing the door open with his foot and guiding you inside. He flipped down the toilet seat lid and gently sat you down and any other day you would've laughed at how much he acted like his mother when she fussed over her son or even you.

“Then we’re showering in our clothes.” He said, like it was that simple but it really wasn't that simple.

“We’re not.” You frowned but immediately stopped because fuck, that hurt your head. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll shower tomorrow when I've got my strength up.”

“You said that yesterday. You’re literally laying in your pool of sweat.” He pointed in the direction of your bedroom as if to get his point across and your mouth pursed in displeasure.

“You said you wouldn’t mention that.”

Lando’s eyebrows climbed to his forehead in exasperation and you flushed hotly. It was embarrassing and he’d promised not to make fun of you. Not that he was making fun of you, but still.

“You’re being an idiot.” He said, watching you pout a little at that and immediately feeling bad. He backtracked. “I mean… I don’t want you feeling faint and falling when I’m not here. I promise I won’t be a creep and look.”

You narrowed your eyes in disbelief and Lando placed both of his hands on his hips as he exhaled, the tips of his ear turning a nice shade of pink.

“Fine. I won’t look too much.” He swept a hand in the air. “Can we please get you in the shower? You’re starting to stink.”

“Now you know how I feel every day around you.” You muttered, ignoring Lando as he repeated your words in a mocking tone. “Okay, can you at least just… Look away?”

He regarded you with a contemplative look before nodding slowly, turning around and you stared at his back for a few seconds before starting to undress. Lando was patient, keeping his eyes firmly on the sink as he heard the shuffle of clothes and your noises behind him. You made a small sound that let him know that you were done and he stretched a hand out without turning or looking, offering his support as you stepped into the shower with weak legs.

You didn’t want to admit that he was right. You were in no shape or form to wash yourself without risking blacking out, but Lando thankfully didn’t say a thing as he let you draw the shower drapes to cover you.

You stood quietly, shivering and a little nervous as you heard him undress, nausea roiling your stomach and tying it into knots and you couldn’t figure out if it was because you were nervous or simply sick. It must’ve been a combination of two, you decided, thoughts spiralling until Lando’s voice echoed in the bathroom.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded before you realised that he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah.” You flattened your palm against the tiled wall when you started feeling a little dizzy, squeezing your eyes shut. “Can you hurry? I’m feeling sick.”

The weakness in your voice must’ve triggered your best friend into action because he pulled the drapes aside and stepped in, grabbing your hand like it was a normal and every day occurrence to be standing in the shower. Naked.

You opened your eyes to find him looking intensely at your face, eyebrows pulled together worriedly and you gave him a shaky smile.

“Do you wanna lean on me?” He asked, tilting his head to look you in the eyes.

You were about to shake your head when you felt your world tilt on its axis, stumbling a little and Lando was quick to wrap his arms around you. He pulled you into his embrace and took some of your weight off your feet, trying not to think about how incredibly naked and warm you were against him.

He exhaled, feeling your hands weakly rest on his back; like you were welcoming his help and it made something warm bloom in his chest.

“I’m going to turn the shower on now, okay?” He walked the two of you to the corner before reaching back and turning the knob.

There was a sputtering sound before the spray came, and you could feel the cold mist as the shower head splattered cold water by your feet. You hummed in delight, leaning your forehead against Lando’s shoulder and closing your eyes.

“I feel like shit.” You confessed quietly between the two of you and Lando’s hand came up to brush the hair down your neck in quiet comfort. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Don’t mention it. You know I always will.” There was something in his voice that you couldn’t quite decipher, but you let it go when he took a step back into the shower once he’d deemed it warm enough.

The lukewarm water felt like heaven as it pelted down the both of you, washing away the sweat and everything you’d managed to accumulate these past few days. You hummed in pleasure, feeling your hair soak and you pushed your head off his shoulder to look at your best friend.

He was busy making out the hundreds of different bottles, looking lost before he finally found the shampoo bottle. The sight would’ve made you laugh if you had any strength left, but you settled for an amused smile that Lando clocked as soon as he turned his attention back to you.

“Shut up.” He said, seeing the clear laughter in your eyes and you raised your eyebrows as if to say hey, I didn’t say anything. “Turn around and let me wash your hair.”

You weren’t about to protest, doing just that and placing the palm of your hand against the wall to keep yourself upright.

Lando quickly washed your hair, the suds of the shampoo sliding down your face and getting in your eyes and it wasn’t as relaxing as one would’ve thought but he did the job and you couldn’t complain. He even went as far as conditioning your hair, rinsing it off gently before you offered to do the same for him.

“You don’t have to do that.” He scrunched his nose. “You look like you’re two seconds away from falling asleep.”

“Put your head down and shut up. Let me wash your hair.” You tried to sound stern, but you ended up sounding a little ridiculous with your stuffy nose and Lando grinned before complying.

The smile on his face vanished when he realised that he had, in the process, put himself in direct eyesight of your naked body and he struggled not to tense up as he heard the cap of the bottle pop, staring hard at your bare feet instead.

You did a way better job at washing his hair, digging your nails pleasantly around his skull and massaging his curls thoroughly before rinsing the suds off. Lando didn’t realise how relaxed he’d became until he tried to stand upright, hair drooping over his face and dripping wet.

His breath stuttered when you let out a hoarse laugh, pushing the hair out of his face and the movement was so intimate that Lando had a hard time breathing, wondering what the fuck was happening.

You didn’t seem bothered by the gesture though, none the wiser as you picked up a loofah and pushed it into his hands. He blinked down at it like it was a foreign object, trying to make sense of what exactly you were asking of him.

“You want me to wash you?” His voice went high, almost in a squeak and you shot a questioning look at him.

“Yes.” You decided on replying before frowning, adding: “Is that weird? I can do it if —“

“No, no. Um, I can do it, just —“ He was flustered, turning a little in the small space of your shower and trying not to yelp when his arm brushed your naked skin. “Body wash. I need body wash.”

Your face was on fire, watching him pop the cap of the body wash and ripping it off in the process. He made a little sound in his throat but didn’t dare to pick the broken cap off the floor, squirting the liquid onto the loofah before waving it in front of you.

You turned around, figuring that it was maybe a little easier if you weren’t in each others faces and Lando must’ve felt the same because he blew out a breath and started washing your back, albeit a little timidly.

He gained confidence after a few moments, finishing scrubbing you before doing himself and you didn’t call him out on him using your sponge because really, he’d probably done it a million times whenever he showered at your place.

The both of you stepped out, and he was there to immediately wrap you up in a towel before doing the same to himself. You didn’t want to acknowledge your heart, how it was speeding up abnormally so at the sight of him and how sweet he was being. Taking care of you, sending updates to your mum with how you were and assuring her that you were being taken care of. He knew how much of a worrier she was, and it made something immense swell in your chest as he rubbed a second towel over your hair, gentle and so very careful not to snag your hair or accidentally hurt you.

“What?” He halted when he pulled the towel away, revealing your face and your eyes staring at him. He wasn’t sure if it was the shampoo that had gotten in your eyes but they looked like they were on the verge of welling up.

“Nothing.” You replied, voice thick and so obviously lying but Lando didn’t touch on the subject. He made sure to ask later, when the air wasn’t so charged and you weren't teetering on the brink of death.

“Get into bed, I’ll bring you fresh clothes.” He said as he steered the both of you back to your bedroom. Lando stopped as he eyed your bed, a little critically. “You know what, let’s go to the couch instead.”

You laughed, voice a little thick and you reached a hand to weakly slap at his arm.

“What?” He grinned. “We need to change the sheets. Or maybe even burn them.”

“You’re a prick!” The way your voice cracked made Lando cackle, yelping when you shoved him a lot harder than he had anticipated.

Your words may have sounded malicious, but there was an undertone that your best friend couldn’t help but latch onto.

It sounded a lot like, I love you.

don't look at me, i love pain. anyways, hope you enjoyed this little drabble as i go crawling back into my cave to write something better than this. (also how did this turn into 2.6k words? i need help)

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