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𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖾

Lando Norris:

- The Norris Family - Mafia 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 - ✪

• When mom looses her cool ♤♡

-> You finally snap after you catch your kids lying about a party and afterwards teach them a lesson about responsibility.

• Party pact ♡{♤}

-> Amelia and Jacob, the spirited teenage children of a strict but loving Lando, attend a party where their bond is tested as Jacob protects his bold sister while ensuring they stay out of trouble and honor their father's trust.

• Unseen tears ♤{♡}

-> A mother struggles with emotional isolation and her distant family until her husband finally steps in to confront their children and begin mending their fractured bonds.

• Amelies Innocence ♤ {♡}

-> Lando’s kind and patient wife loses it when she finds her six-year-old daughter with a gun in her hand.

• Family Business ♡

-> An evening where Lando and his wife recognise themselves in their children.

• Shadows and Sunlight ♡

-> In the dangerous world of Lando Norris, a ruthless mafia boss, his kind-hearted wife and their contrasting children create a family full of warmth, love, and the delicate balance between light and dark.

• The balance of Us ♡ {♤}

-> As Lando navigates his dangerous world, his fiercely curious daughter and gentle son test the delicate balance of their family, while his kindhearted wife remains his unwavering anchor in a life of chaos.

• A lesson in Strength and Kindness ♡

-> When Jacob stands up for a bullied classmate and gets in trouble, Lando and Y/N work together to ensure their son learns the value of both strength and kindness, teaching him that standing up for others can be just as important as following the rules.

• Switching Sides ♡

-> In a day filled with business and adventure, Lando and Y/N teach their children the balance of strength and kindness, reminding them that family is their true source of power and purpose.

- Imagines -

• More than enough ♤♡

-> Lando, living a modest life, discovers that his girlfriend is a secret billionaire CEO and battles his feelings until she reassures him that he is her home and true happiness.

-> P2

• Right here ♡

-> Lando feels overlooked as you get carried away with friends at the club, but after expressing that he misses you, the two of you reconnect and focus on each other for the rest of the night.

• Tested ✪♡♤

-> Lando, raised to see vulnerability as weakness, pushes through the flu to maintain his mafia image, but ultimately allows you to care for him when his facade cracks.

• Stress Shopping ✪♤♡

-> After a heated argument, you storm off on a stress-shopping spree with Lando's card, prompting a call from his bank, but the fight ends in heartfelt apologies and a reminder of his love for you.

• No, you’re not ♤

-> You and Lando have been inseparable since childhood, both secretly in love with each other but too afraid to confess—he believes you deserve better than him, and you think his flings mean he could never see you that way, leaving your feelings tangled in unspoken fears of ruining your lifelong friendship.

• What she is to me ✪♤

-> In the ruthless world of power and betrayal, Lando’s desperate attempts to shield you from the darkness of his empire begin to unravel when a mysterious woman threatens to destroy the fragile trust between you both.

• why didn’t you tell me? ✪♤♡

-> Lando discovers you’re hiding your illness to avoid worrying him, leading him to care for you tenderly through the night, reaffirming how deeply you mean to him.

• Prom dress ♤♡

-> You sit with Lando after a disappointing prom night, as he reassures you that you don't need perfection to be valued and offers comfort, reminding you that you're not alone.

• Mr. Overthinking ♡

-> Lando navigates the overwhelming mix of excitement and fear about becoming a dad, constantly panicking but finding reassurance in your steady support.

• Nothings new ♤♡

-> Lando, overwhelmed by relentless bullying and emotional strain, reaches a breaking point, leading to a heartbreaking breakdown where he finally allows himself to cry and lean on you for comfort.

• mistletoe and mayhem ♡߷

-> Lando comes home to find you tipsy on Christmas Eve, takes care of your chaotic but endearing antics, and tucks you in with a smile.

• Winter depression ♤♡

-> Lando helps his girlfriend navigate the numbness of her winter depression with patience, love, and small acts of care, reminding her she’s never alone even in her darkest moments.

• In sickness and in secrets ✪♤♡

-> When you break up with Lando to protect him from your illness, he uncovers the truth, confronts you, and promises to stay by your side, ensuring you receive the best care and his unwavering love.

• though the scope ✪♤♡

-> Lando, unaware that his wife is the mysterious sniper who has been secretly protecting him, becomes obsessed with uncovering their identity while she struggles to keep her double life hidden to ensure his safety.

->P2

• sounds fun ♡

-> Lando, the shy and self-doubting "nerd" at school, slowly gains confidence as he bonds with you over shared interests, despite his moments of insecurity.

• bribary ✪♡߷

-> Lando Norris, a notorious mafia figure, struggles to get along with his girlfriend's cat, Milo, who constantly hisses and scratches at him, until Lando decides to win him over with a little bribery, resulting in an unexpected truce.

• Christmas shopping ♡

-> Lando carefully shops for thoughtful Christmas gifts for his girlfriend in Monaco, gracefully handling paparazzi attention as he envisions her joy on Christmas morning.

• racing hearts ♤♡

-> Lando panics over the fear of losing his F1 career if he marries his princess girlfriend, says hurtful things, loses her, and later learns from her father that his fears were unfounded, prompting him to win her back and reconcile.

• the weigh of words ♤♡

-> After a heated argument fueled by his frustrations on and off the track, Lando's harsh words pushes you away, forcing him to confront his guilt and fight to mend your relationship through heartfelt apologies and unwavering effort.

• unspoken doubts ♤♡

-> After a misunderstanding fueled by media rumors about Lando’s connection with Magui, you start to doubt their relationship, pulling away from him. But Lando’s commitment to you is unwavering, and he fights to clear the air, proving that his love for you is real and strong.

• stream interrupted ✰♡

-> While Lando is streaming, his focus shifts completely when he sees you dressed in a revealing Halloween outfit, leading to a steamy distraction that leaves both of you cutting the stream for a more private celebration.

• the way to her heart ✪♡

-> Lando tries to impress you with his lavish lifestyle, but when he puts in the real effort to show you his true self—cooking dinner and building a blanket fort for a cozy night in—he finally wins your heart in a way money never could.

• native language ♡

-> Lando’s playful attempts at learning his partner’s native language bring them closer together, with each small phrase exchanged deepening their connection without the need for grand gestures or complicated words.

• background cuddles ♡

-> While Max Fewtrell tries to focus on his stream, chat becomes obsessed with Lando and you cuddling in the background, turning his gaming session into a hilariously chaotic third-wheel adventure.

• make them pay ✪♤♡

-> When your favorite café is shattered by violence and your friend needs help, you turns to your mafia husband, Lando Norris, to bring justice and restore peace to those you hold dear.

• an unlikely pair ♡

-> Lando has always had a crush on you , but you never really noticed him. When a teacher forces you to study together, you begin to get closer, but doubts arise when your ex teases Lando, making him feel like he’s just a tool for you to pass exams.

• if he gets too close…✪♤♡

-> Lando breaks up with you to keep you safe from his dangerous world, but when you unknowingly agree to a date with one of his enemies, his protective instincts override his restraint, forcing him to confront both his feelings and the secrets he’s kept from you.

• soft for you ✪♤♡

-> Lando Norris, a dangerous mafia leader, shows nothing but love and gentleness to his darling, but when she hears whispers of his darker side, he reassures her before taking ruthless action against the man who planted doubt in her mind.

• second chances ♤♡

-> After overhearing his son reveal how hard his mother works to make ends meet, Lando confronts his ex about her struggles and offers them both the stability and love they deserve

• Nerd in love ♡

-> A kind-hearted cheerleader befriends the school’s shy, bullied nerd, standing up for him and forming a heartfelt bond that defies expectations and whispers.

• Off-camera temptations ♡✰߷

-> Lando gets caught off guard when you flash him off-camera during a TikTok prank, but his playful confusion quickly turns into suggestive teasing

• you matter more ✪♤♡

-> After a misunderstanding involving an unwanted kiss, Lando proves his loyalty to the you by confronting you, clearing up the truth, and eliminating any threat to their relationship

• more than enough ✪♤♡

-> After overhearing gossip that shakes your confidence in your relationship, you begin to pull away from Lando, only for him to confront your fears head-on and prove his unwavering love and commitment.

• Dinner with a little fame ♡߷

-> Lando meets your family at a chaotic dinner where your parents are clueless about his fame, but your teenage brother’s over-the-top reaction exposes his celebrity status, leading to hilarious misunderstandings and eventual acceptance.

• Tangled hearts ♤♡

-> After a one-night affair leads to an unexpected pregnancy, Lando falls for you, but when you overhear gossip about him dating someone else, you pull away, only for him to reveal he was planning to ask you on a date all along.

• By my side ✪♤♡

-> Mafia boss Lando Norris fights to prove his love to his maid after cruel gossip causes her to doubt their relationship, ultimately winning her trust and heart.

• Until someone shinier comes along ✪♤♡

-> Y/N wants to break up with Lando after a cruel guest claims he’ll leave her for someone better. Learning the truth, Lando confronts the guest and reassures Y/N of his unwavering love.

• Yours to protect ♤✪♡

-> After your toxic ex shakes your confidence, Lando reassures you of his love—but secretly plans to ensure your ex never hurts you again.

• Fake or real? ♡߷

-> A fake proposal for free dessert turns real when Lando confesses his love, changing their prank into something genuine.

• Rivals or lovers? ♤♡

-> Lando and his teammate, initially fierce rivals, slowly begin to realize their unspoken attraction for each other, transforming from enemies to lovers as they confront their fears and vulnerabilities.

• Not now. Not ever ♤✪♡

-> Lando, consumed by anger during a fight, unknowingly frightens you, causing you to flinch and pull away, leaving him devastated by the realization that he made you fear him and determined to earn back your trust.

• Little secret ✪♤♡

-> Lando Norris, a mafia boss, falls for a woman hiding her past with an abusive ex and a child she’s trying to protect.

• Brothers bestfriend ♤♡

-> Lando and Carlos younger sister secretly fall in love, risking their relationship with Carlos when the truth comes out.

• Hidden in plain sight ♡߷

-> Lando secretly dates Zak Brown’s daughter, but everyone already knows.

• You belong to me ✪𖣔♡

-> Lando becomes possessive and jealous when he finds you dancing with one of his men at his club, and demands your attention for himself.

• He‘s mine ✪♤♡

-> Lando tracks you down after two years and discovers your son, vowing to protect you both and rebuild your trust.

• That‘s my girl ✪♡

-> The girlfriends of illegal street racers compete in a high-stakes race, with you driving Lando’s car to victory and surprising everyone, including Lando, with your skills.

• Prove it ✪♤♡

-> In a tense and emotional confrontation, you try to leave Lando out of fear, but he proves his unwavering love and devotion, vowing to change and earn your trust.

• Tiny♡

-> Lando overcomes his fear of holding his tiny newborn daughter, discovering an overwhelming love and sense of responsibility that changes him forever.

• Fine line♤♡

-> After a painful breakup with Oscar, you find unexpected love and healing with his teammate Lando, navigating the complexities of loyalty, heartbreak, and new beginnings.

• Hidden past ♤✪♡

-> Lando discovers his girlfriend’s secret criminal past, born from her desperation to protect her family, and vows to stand by her side despite her insistence on handling it alone.

• Misunderstanding ✪♤♡

-> A misunderstanding over cryptic texts from Lando’s sister leads to heartbreak and confrontation, but ultimately strengthens the trust and love between him and his girlfriend.

• Copacabana ♡߷

-> A stunning performance on Let’s Dance sees you and Lando sharing an undeniable chemistry as you dance to Copacabana, captivating the audience with your graceful moves, bold connection, and breathtaking energy, leaving everyone in awe of your magical partnership.

• bound by blood and fate ✪♤♡

-> After a devastating breakup, Lando is pulled back into your life when an accident reveals not only your fragile state but also the existence of the baby he never knew you carried, forcing him to confront his love for you and his vow to protect his growing family

• Right time ♤✪♡

-> When an intruder threatens your life, Lando's protective instincts take over as he saves you and vows to eliminate any danger, all while you help him find solace in the aftermath.

• Is there someone else? ✪♤♡

-> When Lando grows distant and secretive, leading you to suspect infidelity, you uncover his dangerous efforts to protect you from a rival threatening his place in the criminal underworld.

• shattered trust♤ {♡}

-> Lando dumps you for another woman, but soon regrets it and tries to win you back.

• Fourth time‘s the Charm♡߷

-> In which Lando tries to confess to you but gets interrupted every single time.

• The Rookie’s Mistake ✪𖣔♡

-> In which a Rookie makes a mistake by unknowingly flirting with someone that belongs to Lando.

• Shadows ✪♤♡

-> Lando’s ruthless mafia life is shaken when his vulnerability, Y/N, becomes a target, forcing him to protect her at all costs.

• The heirs weakness ✪♡

-> there is only one person who can crack Lando's shell infront of his men.

• Simp sessions and sliding into DM‘s♡߷

-> Y/N openly simps for Lando Norris during a Beta Squad video, and he surprises her by sliding into her DMs.

-> P2

• Interrupted Stream ♡߷

-> Lando is streaming and the chat seems to like his girlfriend more than him.

• Safe Place ♡߷

-> feeling exhausted, Lando calls his girlfriend for a night to allow himself to relax.

• Worth it? ♤

-> after a regretful night, Lando realises how much he really messed up and if it was even worth it?

The halls of Brooklyn Visions Academy buzzed with the usual chatter and laughter, but Miles Morales—the version from Earth-42—moved through it like a shadow. His signature scowl and brooding presence created a protective bubble that no one dared to burst. Everyone knew not to mess with Miles, though no one really knew why.

Miles didn’t care about anyone’s opinions. His life was split between school, family, and... business. Being the Prowler demanded stealth, strategy, and ruthlessness, a role he had reluctantly inherited. But there was one exception to his gruff demeanor, one person who could melt away the weight of his double life.

You.

You had transferred to Brooklyn Visions Academy a few months ago, and while you struggled to find your place, Miles had been watching. He first noticed you in the cafeteria, sitting alone with your notebook, absentmindedly sketching while others whispered about you. He found out quickly that you were deaf, thanks to the gossip that rippled through the school. It didn’t sit right with him.

Miles wasn’t the type to approach people, but when he overheard a few classmates mocking the way you gestured or laughed because you missed part of a group conversation, he stepped in.

“Yo,” he had said, voice low and full of menace. “Say one more thing about her, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

The bullies had scattered like leaves in the wind. Since then, no one dared say a word about you in his presence. You hadn’t even realized he was watching your back.

It was after a particularly tough night in his Prowler suit, dealing with one of the city’s crime bosses, that Miles found himself pacing in his room. The usually confident teen was unsure for once, his thoughts circling around you. He knew he had to do something. Something good.

He turned to his mom, Rio, while she prepared dinner in the kitchen.

“Mami, I need your help,” he said, leaning on the counter.

Rio glanced up, surprised. Miles rarely asked for anything. “¿Qué pasó, mijo? What do you need?”

“There’s... someone at school,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “She’s, uh... she’s deaf. I wanna do somethin’ nice for her, but... I don’t know how to say it. Like, in sign language.”

Rio’s face softened, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Ah, so you do have a heart under all that attitude,” she teased, earning a groan from her son.

“Mami, I’m serious,” Miles muttered, crossing his arms.

Rio reached out, resting a hand on his. “Okay, okay. I’ll help. But you should know... if you’re doing this, it has to come from here.” She tapped his chest. “She’ll feel it, even if she can’t hear it.”

Over the next few days, Rio taught Miles basic phrases in sign language. She even suggested he learn how to spell out your name, which he practiced tirelessly.

At school, you noticed Miles more and more. He was hard to miss, with his sharp jawline, intense eyes, and the way he moved—quiet and purposeful, like he owned the space without even trying. But what surprised you most was the way he always seemed to appear whenever you needed help.

When your history partner bailed on a group project, Miles volunteered to join you. When someone accidentally knocked your books to the ground, he was there, scooping them up before you could react.

You weren’t sure what to make of him. He was distant and gruff with everyone else, yet with you, there was a softness—a quiet kindness that didn’t match his reputation.

One day, as you sat outside during lunch, Miles approached you. He looked nervous, a rare sight that made you sit up straighter.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than usual. When you tilted your head, confused, he crouched down in front of you and began to sign.

Hi. How are you?

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t expected that at all. Miles watched your reaction carefully, his movements a little stiff, but he didn’t stop.

I want to talk to you.

A slow smile spread across your face as you signed back. You’re learning sign language?

He nodded, his lips twitching into a small smile. Yeah. Thought it’d be easier for you, y’know?

The effort he had put into learning just a few phrases left you in awe. Most people didn’t bother to meet you halfway.

Thank you, you signed, feeling your cheeks warm.

Miles shrugged, but you could see the pride in his eyes. Don’t mention it.

What you didn’t know was that Miles was juggling all of this with his secret life as the Prowler. The nights were long and grueling, and the lines between right and wrong blurred more often than he liked. But thoughts of you—your smile, your kindness—kept him grounded.

One night, after finishing a mission, Miles found himself perched on a rooftop, staring out at the city. He pulled out a small notebook where he had scribbled notes about sign language, practicing even in his downtime.

Uncle Aaron’s voice crackled through his earpiece. “You good, kid? Been quiet all night.”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Miles replied, tucking the notebook away.

Aaron chuckled. “You sure? You sound like you’re thinkin’ about somethin’... or someone.”

Miles rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. “Man, focus on the job, not my personal life.”

Aaron laughed, but he didn’t push further. He knew better than to pry too much.

The next day, Miles surprised you again. He approached you after class, holding a small box.

“For you,” he said, thrusting it into your hands before you could protest.

You opened it to find a delicate bracelet with a small charm in the shape of a star.

Why? you signed, looking up at him.

He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck.

Because... you’re the brightest thing in my life right now.

The words hit you like a tidal wave. You stared at him, stunned, as he fidgeted under your gaze.

Thank you, you signed again, your smile growing.

Miles nodded, his usual stoicism faltering under your warmth. You’re welcome.

But not everyone at school was as kind as Miles. Rumors started circulating about why he was spending so much time with you. Some said he felt sorry for you, while others claimed it was all a joke.

You tried to ignore it, but one day, you found a cruel note stuffed into your locker. Tears pricked your eyes as you read it, but before you could crumple it up, a familiar hand snatched it away.

Miles.

His jaw tightened as he read the note, and you could see the anger simmering beneath the surface. Without a word, he crumpled the paper and tossed it into the trash.

Who did it? he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

You shook your head, not wanting to cause more trouble.

Don’t protect them, he signed, his tone softening as he placed a hand on your shoulder. No one messes with you. Not while I’m around.

The sincerity in his eyes made your chest ache. You nodded, trusting him completely.

That night, Miles confronted the culprit in the way only the Prowler could. He didn’t hurt them—he wasn’t a monster—but he made sure they understood the consequences of their actions. By the next day, the rumors had stopped, and no one dared to cross you again.

When you saw Miles later, he acted like nothing had happened. But you knew.

Thank you, you signed, and though you didn’t say it aloud, you hoped he understood what you meant: for everything.

Miles smiled, a rare and genuine expression that made your heart flutter. Anytime.

As the weeks went on, your bond with Miles grew stronger. He continued to learn sign language, surprising you with new phrases every day. You found yourself falling for him, not just for his kindness but for the person he was underneath the tough exterior.

And though Miles’s life as the Prowler remained a secret, he couldn’t help but think that you were his greatest escape—a light in the darkness he had grown so used to.

For the first time in a long time, Miles Morales felt like he could be more than just the Prowler. With you, he could simply be Miles.

Thank you for reading!

𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖾

The grid

• “Did… did we seriously just rob the Louvre?” ߷♡

-> A skilled crew of thieves pull off a daring daylight heist at the Louvre, using construction disguises, a lift, and motorcycles, narrowly escaping with priceless royal jewels despite chaos and a dropped crown.

Yuki Tsunoda

• lost and found ♡

-> While diving in Lake Como, a YouTuber finds a lost phone and posts the discovery on her small channel—only for the video to go viral. Unbeknownst to her, the phone belongs to F1 driver Yuki Tsunoda, who lost it while on summer break.

Daniel Riccardo

• Professional, huh? ♡✰

-> An innocent late-night work session turns into a passionate encounter when Daniel finally acts on the tension between him and his assistant, breaking all professional boundaries.

Max Verstappen

• “Problem?“ “Not yet“ ✰♡

-> As Red Bull’s social media manager, you’ve become Yuki’s safe space—and now everyone on the grid wants your attention, including one very possessive Max Verstappen.

• Lacy ♡♤

-> You’ve loved Max your whole life, watching in silent heartbreak as he falls for the impossibly perfect Lacy

• "you piss me off“ "good“ ♤✰

-> Max, the reigning king of illegal street racing, finds his world turned upside down when a fierce rival—you—steals his wins

• It’s not enough ✪♡♤

-> After a brutal attack on his pregnant girlfriend, Mafia Max goes to extreme lengths to ensure her and their baby's safety, revealing the depths of his love and protection.

Oscar Piastri

• No distractions ♡♤✪

-> In a world where attachments are dangerous, you and Oscar fight to ignore the growing tension between you—until a life-or-death mission forces a kiss that feels far too real to be just a distraction.

Lando Norris

• I‘m not gentle ✰♤

-> In a cold, arranged marriage with Lando Norris, you try to bury your feelings—until jealousy over his mistress ignites a fiery confrontation

• Leave her alone ♤

-> At the Australian Grand Prix, you’re forced to face Lando Norris—the ex who cheated on you and broke your heart—while trying to keep the peace as Oscar Piastri’s sister around the paddock

• Trust is fragile ♡♤

-> Lando neglects you to help an old female friend, but when you get close to another man to “even the score,” he realizes what he’s been risking.

• The best part ♡

-> Years after marrying a princess, retired villain Lando tells their daughter a bedtime story about “a fearsome villain and the beautiful princess who ruined everything.”

• Miss and Mister Norris? ♡

-> You teach biology. He teaches PE. You’re secretly dating. The students? Not fooled for a second.

• Broken ♤

-> Lando’s need for secrecy strains his relationship with you, leading to a heated confrontation that nearly ends things between you.

• I am possessive ♤✰𖣔

-> After seeing you dance with another man at a club, a jealous and possessive Lando confronts you in a heated argument that leads to an intense, passionate turn.

• no wall is strong enough to keep us apart ♡♤

-> A family torn apart by the Berlin Wall reunites in an emotional embrace the night it falls, proving that love endures even the strongest barriers.

• Me? Dramatic?! ♡♤߷

-> You prank Lando by ignoring him to see how long it takes for him to get upset. Spoiler: it doesn’t take long

• My everything ✪♡♤

-> After discovering that Lando had only pursued you to investigate your family, your heart shatters—but as you try to walk away, his desperate pleas and undeniable love make you question if, despite everything, you can ever stop loving him.

• knew you couldn’t resist me, sugar ♡♤

-> You try to resist bad-boy Lando Norris, but when he corners you behind the bleachers, smirking in his leather jacket and telling you he’s taking you to the dance, you know you’re already his.

• love isn’t always enough ♤

-> Your love with Lando falls apart as unresolved pain drives you both away from each other.

• Never going to be love ♤

-> After falling for Lando, you confront him about his flirtations and walk away when he can’t return your feelings.

• Are you hurt? ♡♤✪

-> After a chilling note reveals you're being watched and an intruder invades your home, Lando arrives just in time to ruthlessly kill the attacker and protect you.

• I mean it, love ✪♡♤

-> Lando warns you not to touch the mysterious box on his desk, but when you do, you unknowingly mark yourself for death—forcing him to protect you at all costs

• on your own ♡♤✪

-> Kidnapped after a fight, you learn the hard way—leaving Lando after a fight was a mistake.

• my dad is a dumbass ♡

-> Lucas is sent back in time to ensure his teenage father falls for his outcast mother instead of the wrong girl.

-> p2

• like a kiss ♡

-> after coming to terms that his girlfriend is a ghost, a new routine builds.

• dtMF ♤

-> Lando sits on a San Juan beach, holding a Polaroid camera, reflecting on his lost love and regretting the moments he took for granted, wishing he could tell her he still loves her.

• an angel ♡♤

-> guilt eats Lando alive when he wants to come clean to you after dating you for a bet. What he didn’t expect was that you would be so understanding and calm about it.

• I’ve missed this ♡♤

-> Lando confesses his love on midsummer night but pushes you away for years before finally apologizing and winning you back.

• two pink lines ♡✪

-> When Y/N suspects she might be pregnant, she tries to hide her worries from Lando, only to take a test and confirm her life is about to change forever.

• AHHH..! ߷♡

-> Lando panics mid-stream over his girlfriend’s scream, only to find she’s overreacting to a horror game.

• hyperpigmentation ߷

-> you son‘s drawing sparks chaos as Lando laughs hysterically, and you scramble to boost Jacob’s confidence.

• Anything for you 𖣔♤

-> A devoted girlfriend takes deadly measures against anyone who ruins Lando's career, believing her actions are for his benefit, until he discovers the horrifying truth.

• I can’t pretend ♡♤

-> After weeks of distance, Lando's jealousy ignites when you kiss another guy at a party.

• I know I‘m yours ✪

-> Lando's jealousy boils over at a gala when a stranger gets too close to you, prompting him to assertively remind you—and everyone else—that you’re his.

Miles Morales sat on the couch in his living room, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. His fingers tapped against the screen, more from habit than interest, as he tried to ignore the growing irritation bubbling in his chest.

His braids had seen better days—frizzy at the roots, a little uneven, and far from the clean look he preferred. He’d been holding off redoing them because his mom had been working back-to-back shifts at the hospital. She was the only person who ever braided his hair. Always had been. He trusted her to get it right—not too tight, not too loose, and always with care.

The thought of going to a salon? Not a chance. He didn’t like strangers touching his hair, and he wasn’t about to start now. But still, walking around with messy braids? It didn’t sit right with him either.

From across the room, you glanced up at him. You’d been sitting at the dining table for the past hour, pretending to focus on homework. But really, you’d been sneaking peeks at him every few minutes. The way he kept rubbing his scalp absentmindedly didn’t escape your notice.

You smiled to yourself. You knew he was too stubborn to ask for help, but lucky for him, you’d been planning something.

"Todo bien, mi amor?" you called out softly, resting your chin in your palm as you watched him.

Miles looked up from his phone, his lips quirking into a small smile that made your heart flutter. "Yeah, I’m good, mami. Why you askin'?"

"Because you’ve been sighing like the world’s about to end," you teased, standing up and walking over to him. You perched yourself on the arm of the couch, close enough to reach out and brush your fingers over one of his frizzy braids. "It’s your hair, isn’t it?"

Miles tilted his head back, meeting your gaze. "Maybe. You know me too well, huh?"

"Un poquito," you teased, though you already knew the answer. "So? What’s the plan? You gonna let someone fix it?"

He scrunched his nose at the thought, leaning back against the couch. "Nah. I’ll wait for Ma. I don’t like anybody else touchin’ my hair, you know that."

You felt a spark of warmth at his words. He didn’t trust just anyone with something as personal as his hair—but you wanted to be the exception.

"What if it wasn’t ‘anybody else’?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

Miles raised a brow, turning his head to look at you more closely. "What you mean?"

You shrugged, your fingers playing with the hem of your hoodie. "What if I learned how to braid? What if I could do it for you?"

His expression shifted from confusion to surprise. "Wait, you serious right now?"

"Yeah," you said, grinning. "I’ve been practicing. Watching tutorials, practicing on myself and... okay, I even bought a wig to try on."

He blinked at you, his lips parting slightly in disbelief. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and you started to worry you’d overstepped.

"Look," you added quickly, "I know it’s a big deal for you. You don’t have to let me if you’re not comfortable, but I thought—"

"You been doin’ all that... for me?" he asked, his voice softer now.

You nodded, your smile faltering. "Well, yeah. I know how much it means to you. I just wanted to help."

Miles stared at you, his mind racing. He didn’t let people into his bubble easily—not with stuff like this. His hair wasn’t just about looking good; it was about trust, about who he let close. And you? You’d gone out of your way to learn something just for him, without him even asking.

He swallowed, his voice quiet. "You’re somethin’ else, you know that?"

Your cheeks flushed under his gaze, and you laughed softly. "Is that a yes, Morales?"

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "Yeah, that’s a yes. Just don’t mess me up, alright?"

"Boy, por favor," you teased, hopping off the couch. "Go grab the comb and gel. I got this."

Miles sat in the chair you’d set up at the dining table, his hoodie off, and his hands resting on his lap. You stood behind him, your fingers gently unraveling the old braids.

At first, he felt tense. He couldn’t help it. Letting someone touch his hair was like letting them into a piece of him he didn’t share easily. But with you, it felt different.

Your fingers worked carefully, detangling each section with patience. He could tell you’d practiced; your touch was gentle but sure, and you didn’t tug at his scalp like some people might.

"You good?" you asked, pausing to look down at him.

Miles tilted his head back slightly, his dark brown eyes meeting yours. "Yeah, I’m good. Just... not used to this."

"Used to what?" you asked, running the comb gently through a section of his hair.

He shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You takin’ care of me like this. Feels... nice."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head. "Get used to it, cariño."

Miles smiled to himself, his gaze drifting to the window as you continued working. He didn’t say it out loud, but moments like these made him realize just how much he appreciated you. You didn’t just see him; you understood him.

You worked in silence for a while, focused on getting each braid just right. You’d parted his hair into clean sections, spraying it lightly with water and smoothing it with gel before starting each braid. Your fingers moved with precision, and you couldn’t help but feel a little proud of yourself.

"You’re really good at this," Miles murmured after a while.

You grinned, though you didn’t take your eyes off the braid you were finishing. "Told you I practiced."

"On what again?" he asked, his voice curious.

"A wig," you admitted, laughing softly. "And, okay, a lot of trial and error on myself."

Miles chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "You really did all that for me?"

"Of course I did," you said, tying off the braid and moving to the next section. "Your mom’s been busy, and I know how much you hate going to salons. I just wanted to make it easier for you."

Miles leaned back slightly, letting his shoulders relax as your fingers worked through his hair. He didn’t say much, but his thoughts were a swirl of gratitude and affection. He didn’t know how he got so lucky to have someone like you.

"Thank you," he said softly.

You glanced down at him, your brows furrowing slightly. "For what?"

"For this," he said, gesturing vaguely to his hair. "For you. For always lookin’ out for me."

Your chest tightened at his words, and you leaned down to rest your chin on his shoulder for a moment. "Always, mi amor."

By the time you finished, nearly four hours had passed. You tied off the last braid and stepped back to admire your work. His braids were neat and even, each one perfectly aligned. You grabbed a mirror from your bag and handed it to him.

"Alright, what do you think?" you asked, a little nervous now.

Miles held up the mirror, turning his head from side to side to inspect your work. His eyes widened slightly, and a slow grin spread across his face.

"Yo," he said, twisting one of the braids between his fingers. "This is fire, mami. You really did this?"

"Really," you said, grinning as relief flooded through you.

He set the mirror down and turned to you, pulling you into his arms before you could react. His hands rested on your waist, and he looked at you with that soft, almost shy smile that made your heart melt every time.

"You killed it," he said, his voice full of admiration. "Thank you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his warmth as he held you close. "Anything for you, mi vida."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, and you felt your heart flutter all over again.

"You know you’re my favorite person, right?" he murmured against your lips.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your eyes meeting his. "Yeah, yeah," you teased, though your cheeks burned. "Don’t forget it."

"Never," he said firmly, his voice full of sincerity.

And in that moment, with his arms around you and his freshly braided hair, Miles realized something he’d known deep down for a while now: he didn’t just trust you with his hair. He trusted you with his heart.

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Brooklyn was never quiet—not for Spider-Girl, and definitely not for the Prowler. You’d been chasing rumors of a villain called Alchemy, some mad scientist type who’d been dosing unsuspecting people with potions to wreak emotional havoc. It sounded like a bizarre nightmare.

You weren’t exactly thrilled when the trail led you to a dimly lit warehouse on the edge of town, but that wasn’t the worst part.

No, the worst part was the claws that nearly took your head off the moment you landed.

“Seriously?” you hissed, flipping out of range and landing on a rafter. “Do you have a tracker on me or something?”

Below, the Prowler straightened up, claws retracting momentarily. His purple mask glinted under the flickering light. “Not everything’s about you, Spider,” he drawled, though his distorted voice made it sound more menacing than smug.

“You sure about that?” you quipped. “Because the last five times I’ve been out here playing hero, you’ve been right behind me like some creep.”

“Maybe you’re just predictable.”

“Maybe you’re just annoying.”

The banter was cut short when the floor rattled beneath you. You both froze, attention snapping to the back of the warehouse where shelves of vials shimmered in faint light.

You and the Prowler moved at the same time, rushing toward the shelves. You weren’t sure what Alchemy had cooked up, but you didn’t want him getting away with any of it.

“Stay out of my way!” you snapped, shooting a web toward the vials.

“Not happening,” he retorted, slashing through the web with his claws.

“Oh, come on!”

You lunged at him, but he dodged with ease, spinning to swipe at you. The two of you moved in a deadly dance, dodging and countering with practiced precision. It might’ve been impressive if it wasn’t so frustrating.

“Do you ever get tired of being a pain in my—”

Your words were cut off as your foot slipped on something slick. You barely had time to process the shattered vial beneath you before a cloud of pink mist enveloped your face.

“Great,” you muttered, coughing as the world spun around you. “What now?”

When your vision cleared, the first thing you saw was the Prowler standing above you, claws raised.

But instead of feeling your usual surge of annoyance, something else hit you—something stronger, warmer, and completely inexplicable.

“Wow,” you breathed.

The Prowler hesitated. “What?”

“You’re... gorgeous.”

He froze, his claws lowering slightly. “What did you just say?”

“I mean it.” You pushed yourself up, brushing rubble off your suit. “Why didn’t I notice it before? The way you move, the way you fight—ugh, it’s like poetry in motion.”

He took a step back, his claws retracting completely. “Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said dreamily, tilting your head. “You’re just... amazing.”

“This has to be a joke,” he muttered, pacing away from you.

“It’s not a joke,” you insisted, following him. “Why do we have to fight? We could be partners—no, more than that. We could be everything.”

The Prowler spun around, holding up a hand to stop you. “Nope. Nope. Nope. This is not happening.”

“But it is happening,” you said, stepping closer.

“Stay back,” he warned, pointing at you.

“Or what?” You grinned, your voice dropping into a teasing tone. “You’ll sweep me off my feet?”

Before he could answer, a laugh echoed through the warehouse.

“Oh, this is better than I imagined,” Alchemy said, stepping out from the shadows.

Miles turned toward him with a growl. “You. Fix this. Now.”

“Fix it?” Alchemy asked, feigning offense. “Why would I ruin such a masterpiece? Spider-Girl and the Prowler—Brooklyn’s newest power couple!”

“You’ve got ten seconds to give me an antidote,” the Prowler snarled, claws extending with a metallic click.

Alchemy smirked. “Or what?”

Before Miles could lunge, you stepped between them, pointing a finger at Alchemy.

“Not my man,” you declared, your voice dripping with defiance.

Miles flinched. “What did you just—”

“Not my man,” you repeated, stepping closer to Alchemy. “Nobody messes with him except me, got it?”

Alchemy looked at you, then at Miles, then back at you. “Oh, this is delightful.”

“I’m serious!” you snapped, shooting a web at Alchemy’s arm and yanking him forward. “I’ll fight you myself if I have to.”

“Please stop talking,” Miles groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

Alchemy tossed a vial at the ground, releasing a cloud of purple smoke that filled the air. You coughed, your senses momentarily dulled, but Miles didn’t hesitate.

“Stay here,” he ordered, claws slicing through the haze as he charged after Alchemy.

“But—”

“I said stay!”

You frowned but obeyed, your heart pounding as you watched him fight. Even in the chaos, you couldn’t help but admire him.

“Look at him,” you murmured to yourself, a dreamy smile creeping onto your face. “What a man.”

By the time the smoke cleared, Alchemy was unconscious, pinned to the ground by one of Miles’ clawed gauntlets. He stood over him, breathing heavily, a vial of green liquid clutched in his other hand.

You rushed to his side, your eyes wide with concern. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Miles flinched at your touch, holding up the vial between you. “This is the antidote.”

“Antidote?”

“For whatever he dosed you with,” he muttered. “You’re not thinking straight.”

“I think I’m thinking clearer than ever,” you said with a soft smile.

Miles stared at you, his chest tightening. For a moment, he hesitated. If he gave you the antidote, you’d go back to normal. You’d hate him again.

But if he didn’t...

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, and before you could protest, he pressed the vial to your lips.

When you woke up, the Prowler was gone. Alchemy was unconscious, groaning softly as he regained consciousness.

You didn’t remember much, but something about the night lingered in your mind—something you couldn’t quite place.

The next day, you were surprised to find Miles Morales waiting for you at your locker.

“What do you want?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He shrugged, his usual smirk noticeably absent. “Just checking in. You seemed... off yesterday.”

“How would you know that?”

“No reason,” he said quickly. “Just... take care of yourself, okay?”

Before you could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving you confused.

Miles sat in the back of the classroom, watching you from a distance. You were back to your usual self—sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and completely unaware of what had happened.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you’d stood up for him, the way you’d called him your man.

It wasn’t real. Not yet.

But maybe, someday, it could be.

For now, he’d settle for being a little kinder, a little softer. After all, the line between love and hate had never been blurrier.

Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais

I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate you

The day he met you, Miles Morales knew he should’ve walked away. The cold of Brooklyn didn’t bother him anymore; it was the emptiness of it that got under his skin. People here didn’t smile. They didn’t dream. They survived—or they didn’t.

But you? You made survival look easy. Like a game.

The worst day of his life, that day he crossed paths with you, yet one he could never regret.

Ce jour où je t'ai rencontrée, j'aurais peut-être préféré Que ce jour soit jamais arrivé

On that day when I met you, maybe I would rather that it never happened to me

The heist was supposed to be simple—grab the vibranium shipment, deliver it to Aaron, and disappear into the night. But when Miles dropped into the shadows of the warehouse, his target was already gone.

“Looking for this?”

Your voice was smooth, teasing, the faintest echo off the cold metal walls. He turned, his eyes narrowing as his mask illuminated you: standing atop a stack of crates, one hand resting on the case he’d come to collect.

“Give it back.” His voice was low, commanding.

“Didn’t know it belonged to you,” you replied, tilting your head. “You’re the famous Prowler, huh? Gotta say, I expected more.”

Miles stepped forward, his gauntlets humming to life. “This is your last chance.”

You smirked, tossing the case from one hand to the other. “Or what? You gonna fight me over it? Go ahead, Morales.”

The sound of his name snapped through the air like a whip. Miles froze.

“How do you—”

“Please,” you interrupted. “You’re not as subtle as you think.”

He lunged forward, a neon blur, but you were faster. You jumped down, using the crate as leverage to kick him back. His gauntlet grazed your suit, leaving a faint scorch mark, but you didn’t flinch.

“This city doesn’t need another vigilante,” you said, darting past him. “Especially not one hiding behind his daddy’s name.”

That hit harder than any punch could.

By the time he recovered, you were gone, and so was the case.

“Next time,” he muttered, clenching his fists, “you’re not getting away.”

La pire des bénédictions

La plus belle des malédictions

The worst of all blessings

The best of all curses

The next few months were a game of cat and mouse. You’d show up where you weren’t supposed to be—hijacking his missions, stealing his leads, leaving behind nothing but frustration and the faint scent of your perfume.

“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me,” Miles growled one night, his voice cutting through the cold as he cornered you on a rooftop.

“Aw, I’m touched,” you replied, leaning against the railing. “But admit it—you’d miss me if I were gone.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” You stepped closer, your mask reflecting the faint purple glow of his suit. “Face it, Morales. You need me. Without me, you’d have nothing to chase.”

“I don’t chase. I catch.”

“Not tonight,” you said, slipping past him before he could react.

Miles spun around, his gauntlet sparking, but you were already gone.

“Damn it,” he muttered, slamming his fist against the railing.

One night, Miles found you bleeding in an alley. You were slumped against the wall, your suit torn, your mask cracked. For a moment, he considered walking away. But something stopped him.

“Didn’t think I’d see you like this,” he said, his voice tight as he crouched beside you.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you muttered, wincing as you tried to move. “I’m not dying. Not yet.”

Miles sighed, pulling a medkit from his belt. “Hold still.”

“Why are you helping me?” you asked, your voice softer now.

He didn’t answer right away, focusing instead on patching up your wounds. Finally, he said, “Because no one else will.”

You laughed, the sound brittle. “You’re full of surprises, Morales.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

But you did.

After that night, things changed. The fights became less about winning and more about testing each other. You weren’t just his enemy anymore—you were something else.

Tu sais c'qu'on dit

"Soit près d'tes amis les plus chers"

Mais aussi

"Encore plus près d'tes adversaires"

You know what they say

Stay close to your dearest friends

But also

Even closer to your adversaries

“Do you ever think about walking away?” you asked one night, your voice cutting through the quiet.

The two of you were sitting on a rooftop, the city stretching out below. It was an uneasy truce, a temporary pause in your endless battle.

“Walking away from what?” Miles asked, not looking at you.

“All of this. The fighting. The masks. Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

He didn’t answer right away. Finally, he said, “It doesn’t matter if I’m tired. I don’t have a choice.”

You turned to him, your expression unreadable. “There’s always a choice, Morales.”

“Yeah? What’s yours, then?” he shot back. “Why do you do this?”

You hesitated, the mask slipping for just a moment. “Because it’s all I know.”

Miles stared at you, something in his chest tightening. For the first time, he saw the cracks in your armor, the same ones he tried so hard to hide in himself.

“Maybe we’re not so different,” he said quietly.

“Don’t push your luck,” you replied, but your voice lacked its usual bite.

C'est quelle émotion, ta haine

Ou de la douceur

Quand j'entends ton prénom

What kind of emotion, is it hatred

Or pure sweetness when I hear your name?

Miles should’ve seen it coming. The hesitation in your voice, the way you avoided his gaze during the mission. But he didn’t.

“You set me up,” he said, his voice deadly calm as he stared at you across the empty warehouse.

“I didn’t have a choice,” you said, your mask in your hands, revealing the guilt etched across your face.

“There’s always a choice,” he snapped, his gauntlets sparking. “You said that yourself.”

“They had my family, Miles,” you said, your voice breaking. “If I didn’t give them what they wanted—”

“You should’ve told me,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “I could’ve helped you.”

“And risk you getting hurt? Or worse?” You shook your head. “I couldn’t do that.”

Miles stared at you, his anger warring with something deeper. Finally, he turned away.

“Get out,” he said. “Before I change my mind.”

Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi

Flee from me, the worst is you and I

Weeks passed, but Miles couldn’t stop thinking about you. He hated you for what you’d done, but he hated himself more for still caring.

“You’re distracted,” Aaron said one night, watching as Miles fumbled with his gauntlets.

“I’m fine,” Miles muttered.

Aaron smirked. “Still thinking about her, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Look, kid, I get it. She messed you up. But if she’s all you think about, maybe she’s not your enemy.”

Miles didn’t respond. He didn’t know how to explain the war raging inside him—the hatred, the anger, the longing.

When Miles saw you again, you were cornered in an alley, three gang members closing in.

“Couldn’t stay out of trouble, could you?” he said, dropping into the fray.

You looked up, surprise flickering across your face. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving your ass,” he replied, taking down one of the attackers with a single punch.

Once the fight was over, he turned to you, his mask retracting. “We need to talk.”

You nodded, wincing as you leaned against the wall. “Yeah. We do.”

Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi

But my best enemy is you

Brooklyn was still broken, still dangerous. But for the first time, Miles felt like he wasn’t fighting alone.

“You trust me now?” you asked one night, your mask tucked under your arm.

Miles hesitated, his gaze meeting yours. “Not completely.”

You smiled, your eyes softening. “Fair enough.”

As the two of you disappeared into the night, he couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, his best enemy had become his best ally.

Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais

I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate you