Lando had gotten out to get you two breakfast as you got ready, and while listening to one of your favorite songs, you now rethought all the plans you two had made for this three race weeks.

The sequence would start in Spain, and you had promised to watch the Real Madrid match with Carlos and his girlfriend, Rebecca Donaldson, who you’d met in China. Going off to Austria, you both made some research of the place and put together a schedule of plans to truly meet the country. Lando had already been there, of course, but he didn’t really know the place. And then finally, Norris thought about showing you where he grew up in. He still remembered the place like the back of his hand, and he was so excited to let you know that part of himself. Of his story.

You would also get to meet his parents and most of his family, and that was definitely a factor to why you were so anxious. Not in a bad way, though. You had already talked to his mum and dad on face time, and you were pretty sure the rest of his family were really nice, so you just couldn’t wait.

Arriving in Spain, after that short flight, every bit of energy you had was now gone. Anyways, your boyfriend still had to drop by at the MTC to do somethings for work and you wated to keep him company. You thought about it as a recompensation for last time, knowing pretty well Lando would kill you if he knew you felt bad for getting sick.

So you accompanied him to the first team meetings, of course it wasn't something you were allowed to attend, so you entertained yourself by getting to know some of the people there, and get even closer to some you already knew from China.

That whole weekend went by pretty well, he got the podium he wanted so much, and the game on the day after was really great to watch. You could talk for someone who never loved the sport, the atmosphere was amazing, and just hearing people chant for their team made you want to pay attention.

Real Madrid ended up winning that game, and you yapped a lot with Rebecca, which got you guys closer to each other.

Once you left for Austria, you started to note your boyfriend a little bit more tired than usual. You asked him, more than once, if he was feeling okay and he always said he was fine. Despite being worried, you let the subject go.

You two still got to visit every place you had planned to visit before the thursday, leaving only the right amount for after the race. That weekend wasn't as good as the last one, seeing as he had to retire his car after coliding with Max.

The boy told you he wasn't feeling as bad as he could've because you were there, and despite believing him, you knew he would beat himself over it. Of course you cuddled the whole sunday, in compensation.

The next day, while you both got ready, you knew he really wasn't okay. It wasn't emotionally, he told you himself the night before. Yes, he was disappointed with how the race had gone but he was not gonna allow that to ruin your plans.

You thought maybe he was just really tired, you know how draining this tripple headers usually were. You had picked up on some little things. It could mean nothing to other people, it was really insignificant, maybe he didn't even notice himself, but you did.

It was the way he didn't purposefully match your steps, the way he was talking less than usual, giving you short answers and never getting into every detail, like he usually did. Also, he got a little more clingy, never letting go of physical contact.

It could all mean nothing, but as his girlfriend, you couldn't help but take note. Something was off and you knew.

But it was when you were flying to England and he slept peacefully the whole flight that you had your confirmation. He was way more tired than he usually was, maybe even more than he sould be.

You knew he was getting sick, or at least had gotten a flu, even if he didn't show any more symptoms. At least you were finally in England. He was home and his family would be here and he would have all the support in the world. That gave you some peace of mind.

It was already thursday when you arrived for Silverstone, so you would have to go through the weekend before going to his home. His family would only be there on the sunday. And so, Friday and Saturday still went by as slowly as possible, for both of you.

You tried asking him multiple times if he was okay, saying he seemed a little off. He always said it was just the effects of all the flying around, and that he was absolutely fine. However, you could still read through him. He was just being stubborn, he didn't want to admit he was sick.

Throughout the whole weekend, he found his way of claiming a step on the podium. Free practices, qualifying, race, always a podium sitter. It wasn't the top step, but considering how tired and sick he seemed, and probably felt, you couldn't be more proud.

His family felt extremely proud as well, and you could see it in their eyes. As you casually chatted with your boyfriend's parents you were able to realize how they loved and cherished their boy.

And the best thing is that you shared that love with them. Lando would never have to doubt any love coming from all of you. And you were happy for that.

When the weekend was finally over, all of you headed out to his hometown. You knew he was more than excited to show you everything, but his bright eyes also showed you he knew he wouldn't be able to, at least not today, since he was desperately needing to get to sleep.

Finally arriving to Norris's childhood home, you and him carried everything up to his room. He layed down on the bed, feeling every single muscle of his body crying for some rest. Lando was just so tired.

You sat down on the bed, next to his head and slowly ran your fingers through his curly hair. He closed his eyes at the feeling and you smiled, looking down at your boy. "You're too tired, baby! I will go tell your mother that you need to sleep and that she doesn't have to worry about us tonight. Okay?"

"Don't do that. I don't want to ruin this for you." He told you. "And I'm the one who is tired, you don't have to stay here, I'll just be sleeping. If you're starting to get nervous about being alone with them, just know you have nothing to worry about. They love you so much already, specially my dad, even if he doesn't show it as much as mama." You smiled as he drew little circle forms in the back of your hand. "I'm being serious, you should've seen them when i told them you were coming. They got so excited."

"It's not that, Lan." You told him, bringing your hand to caress his cheek. "I just don't want to leave you alone when you're dying to ask me to cuddle with you all night." You were about to comment on how you knew him so well, but he interrupted you with a little sneeze.

"I think I'm a little sick." He looked at you with this adorable heart shaped smile and you could only smile back, despite wanting to knock some sense into his head.

"You think, Lando Norris?"

"I am. And I have known for a long time." He chuckled, but as he noticed how serious you were about it all, he spoke up. "I just didn't want to ruin your experience here. It is really important to both of us, and I know you felt bad for getting sick in China. Just, please, dont be mad."

"I am not mad, Lan, I just want you to know that we're here for eachother. I worry for you just as much as you worry for me. But I guess we're even now." You both chuckled lightly.

"Can you talk to my mom? She makes this really great soup whenever I get sick and I love it so much." He asked you, looking just like a little kid. He closed his eyes and reached for your hand. "I'm sorry for being so damn stubborn."

"It's okay, love. I'll go talk to your mother. Get some sleep, I'll wake you up once the soup is ready." You told him, getting up from the bed. He holds your hand and pulls you back. You're surprised with how strong he is despite being sick.

"But I wan't to cuddle..." He opened his eyes to look up at you, and honestly, how could you ever say no to him?

"Okay then. Let me go downstairs, I'll talk to your mum and comeback to cuddle with you. Does that sound good?" He smiled.

"Sounds perfect, love." You get up from the bed and he followed right after. You looked at him with a puzzled expression. "If I stay here I'll end up falling asleep and won't get to cuddle. I am tired but I'm also needy." You chuckled lightly and you both made your way to the living room, where his mother was waiting for you.

He hugged you from behind as he did the talking. Of course that, as a mother, Cisca couldn't help but worry about her son, but she felt he was in good hands with you. However, seeing her worried was one of the cutest things you had ever experienced, how she carefully touched his forehead to check if he had a fever and talked to him about how he felt, it was all adorable, specially the way he allowed himself to be so vulnerable.

Once you got up to the bedroom again, none of you said a thing. You both just layed down and enjoyed the other's presence. He was holding you as close as he could, if he held you tighter you would probably become one, but neither of you could say you didn't like that idea.

It didn't take long for Lando to fall asleep, and you noticed it by the way his breath stilled. You stayed there, cuddled up with him until his grip loosened enough that you could escape without disturbing him. You went downstairs and helped his mother prepare the chicken soup he loved so much.

You both got closer by the second as you helped her put together his meal. His father chatting with you and trying his harder to give you a helping hand. They both expressed how grateful they were that their boy had found someone who cared so much for him, and you were thankful that he had such a loving and welcoming family. A family he already considered you a part of.

Cisca and Adam both agreed that you took the soup upstairs yourself, as he would probably want you there the most. They knew their son.

And so you did, you woke him up and gave him the soup. As you took the spoon to his mouth, an act of love you both loved, he looked at you with his green sleepy eyes. While you focused on not dropping anything, he focused on you.

"I love you." He stated, seemingly out of nowhere, as he finished the soup. "So much" he added.

"I love you too."

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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

You’ve never been the kind of person who enjoys red carpets and flashing cameras. The racetrack feels natural—helmet on, engine screaming, the world narrowing into sharp corners and straights. But a beauty event in Miami? Not exactly your usual stomping ground. The only reason you even said yes was because Hailey had personally texted you—“You have to come, babe, I miss you🤍”—and she was someone you could never say no to.

You’re standing in front of the hotel mirror, smoothing the yellow gown down nervously. It catches the light perfectly, but you can’t stop fidgeting with the straps. Your hair is done, your makeup is flawless, but you still feel like the same shy girl who’d rather be in a hoodie than heels.

“Does this even look okay?” you ask, spinning toward Oscar, who’s sprawled across your bed scrolling on his phone.

He looks up, blinks once, then twice. “You look fine,” he says, in the most painfully monotone brotherly voice possible.

“Fine?” you press, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, fine. Like, good fine. Fancy fine. Whatever.” He waves a hand vaguely, already looking back down at his screen.

You groan, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. “You’re the worst.”

“Hey,” he mumbles, muffled under the pillow. “I’m just saying. You look good. Happy?”

“Not really,” you mutter, but the corners of your mouth twitch into a smile anyway. Typical Oscar. If he thought you looked bad, he’d tell you. He just wasn’t the type to gush.

By the time you arrive at the Rhode Beauty event, your nerves are through the roof. The venue is glowing—soft lights, flashes from photographers at the entrance, Miami glittering in the distance. You take a deep breath, step out of the car, and immediately spot a familiar face.

“YN!” Alexandra beams, gliding over in a chic yellow two piece that looks effortless and perfect, as always. She hugs you tightly, grounding you a little. “You look incredible. Hailey’s going to freak out when she sees you.”

You laugh nervously, murmuring a thank you. You’ve always been comfortable with Alexandra—she’s warm and genuine, a safe person to cling to at overwhelming events like this. Tonight is no exception.

“I have someone I want you to meet,” she says, linking her arm through yours. “She’s a close friend of mine—you’ll love her.”

That’s when you see her.

Francisca Gomes. Kika. She’s standing by one of the photobooth backdrops, effortlessly radiant in a silky dress, hair falling in waves, smile bright enough to knock the air out of your lungs. She’s chatting with someone, but when Alexandra calls her name, she turns—and for the first time in your career, you feel like you might actually pass out.

“Kika, this is YN,” Alexandra says warmly. “You know, Oscar’s sister. She drives too.”

Kika’s eyes light up as she takes you in. “Oh my god, hi! I’ve heard so much about you.”

And you—well, you’re a disaster. Your tongue fumbles, words tangling into one another. “H-hi, um, yeah, you’re—uh—you look—”

Kika tilts her head, amused, lips tugging into a soft smile. “I look…?” she prompts gently.

“You look—really nice,” you blurt, cheeks blazing.

Alexandra giggles softly behind her hand, and Kika just beams at you like you’ve said the sweetest thing in the world. “Thank you,” she says, voice lilting and kind. “You’re so cute.”

The word “cute” rings in your ears for the rest of the night.

To your surprise, you spend most of the evening with Kika. She makes it easy—always asking you questions, leaning in when you speak, laughing at your shy, mumbled jokes. She’s magnetic, and you find yourself slowly loosening, drawn into her warmth. There are photobooth pictures with Hailey, selfies with Alexandra, a chaotic group mirror photo you’re barely holding it together for because Kika’s standing right beside you.

And by the time the event winds down, you’re glowing in a way that has nothing to do with color of your dress.

When you finally get back to your hotel room, you expect Oscar to be asleep in his own and Lando probably out at some club. Instead, they’re both sitting on your bed like two disapproving fathers, arms crossed.

“Where have you been?” Lando demands dramatically, though he can’t hide his grin.

“It’s literally midnight,” you point out.

Oscar raises an eyebrow. “You look… happy. Suspiciously happy. You didn’t even want to go to this event.”

You drop your bag, trying—and failing—to smother the smile spreading across your face. “I just… met someone.”

Lando gasps, throwing himself backward onto the bed. “She has a crush! Finally!”

Oscar groans, dragging a hand down his face. “God help us.”

And you can’t stop grinning, heart racing at the memory of Kika’s smile. For the first time in a long time, the chaos of the spotlight doesn’t feel so overwhelming. Not when it comes with the chance to see her again.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

The first thing you notice when you wake up isn’t the sunlight filtering through the curtains, or the faint sound of Miami traffic outside the hotel. It’s the way your heart jumps at the memory of last night. The laughter, the photos, the way Kika leaned in so close when you spoke, like you were the only person in the room.

You roll over, grab your phone from the nightstand—and nearly drop it when you see the notification.

good morning, gorgeous. i was wondering if you’d like to get brunch today? 🤍

Your stomach flips. You don’t even hesitate before typing back, fingers flying.

yes!! absolutely. just tell me when and where and i’ll be there

You stare at the message after sending it, horrified at your double exclamation marks. Too eager? Too much? But before you can spiral, three dots appear.

haha perfect🫶🏻 there’s a little place by the beach, i’ll send you the pin. 11?

i’ll see you there :)

You throw yourself back into the pillows with a groan, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt.

The excitement bubbles over, and there’s only one person you want to tell immediately. You hit FaceTime, and after a few rings, your younger sister’s face pops up on the screen.

“Why are you calling me at—” Hattie squints at the clock behind her, then back at you. “—what is it? Nine in the morning there? You never wake up this early on your own.”

You can’t even be offended. “Because something happened.”

Hattie’s eyes widen, and she sits up straighter. “Wait. Did you—oh my god. Did you meet someone?”

You cover your face with one hand, but the grin gives you away. “Maybe.”

“Who?!” she squeals. “Tell me right now.”

You bite your lip, trying not to combust. “Francisca Gomes.”

There’s a pause. Then Hattie lets out the loudest shriek you’ve ever heard. “KIKA? Like actual Kika? As in, one of the prettiest women alive??”

“Yes,” you mumble, cheeks on fire.

“Shut up. No way. And? And??”

“She asked me to brunch,” you blurt, voice high-pitched with disbelief.

Hattie gasps again, practically bouncing on her bed through the screen. “You’re going on a date.”

“It’s just brunch,” you argue weakly, tugging at the strap of your sleep tank.

“Yeah, with her.” Hattie narrows her eyes, grinning like the devil. “Oh my god, you’re in love already.”

You groan, dropping your head into your hands. “Why are you like this?”

“Because it’s true,” she sings. “And don’t worry, I’ll keep your little secret… for now.”

By the time you hang up, you’re in full-on panic mode, rifling through your suitcase for something brunch-appropriate. After cycling through half your wardrobe, you settle on a breezy sundress and sandals—simple, but put together. You swipe on lip gloss, check your hair three times in the mirror, and try not to overanalyze the butterflies swarming your stomach.

Finally, you grab your bag and head for the lobby.

Unfortunately, the universe clearly enjoys tormenting you, because Lando and Oscar are planted on one of the couches, coffees in hand. Both heads snap up the second they see you.

“Where are you going?” Lando asks immediately, narrowing his eyes.

“Out,” you reply vaguely, walking a little too quickly toward the doors.

Oscar leans forward. “Out where? You’re dressed up.”

Lando gasps dramatically. “You have a date, don’t you?”

Your face burns. “It’s not a date.”

“That’s exactly what someone on a date would say,” Lando mutters, eyes gleaming with mischief.

You push his shoulder as you pass. “Mind your own business, Norris.”

Oscar just sighs. “Don’t miss media, YN” he says dryly.

You stick your tongue out at both of them and escape into the Miami sunshine before they can press you any further.

The café is charming—whitewashed walls, plants hanging from the ceiling, the faint sound of waves from the beach nearby. You spot her instantly. Kika’s at an outdoor table, sunglasses perched in her hair, a linen shirt loosely tied over a crop top. She looks like she’s walked straight out of a lifestyle magazine.

“Hi!” she says brightly when she sees you, standing to pull you into a quick hug. Her perfume is warm, sweet, dizzying. “I’m so glad you came.”

“Of course,” you manage, heart pounding.

You sit across from her, trying to ignore how your knees almost brush under the small table.

The waiter comes by, and Kika insists you try the iced passionfruit juice, ordering it for you with a wink. When the drinks arrive, you take a sip and nearly choke when it’s genuinely delicious.

“Told you,” she says smugly, sipping hers through a straw.

She asks about your racing, about what it’s like being Oscar’s sister on the grid, about growing up in Australia. You ask about her modeling, her favorite places she’s traveled. Every answer feels like peeling back another layer, and you’re entranced.

At one point, she laughs at something you say—really laughs, throwing her head back—and you swear the entire world could stop and you wouldn’t notice.

“You’re not as shy as you think, you know,” she says at one point, smiling softly at you over the rim of her glass. “You’re just careful with who you open up to. I think that’s really lovely.”

Your throat tightens. No one’s ever put it that way before. By the time brunch is over, you’re a mess all over again. She insists on walking you out, and as you’re about to part ways, she squeezes your hand.

“See you tomorrow?” she asks, eyes glimmering.

You nod, trying not to combust. “Definitely.”

She grins, kisses your cheek so casually you nearly melt into the sidewalk, and then she’s gone, waving as she heads off toward her car.

You stand there, clutching your phone, pulse racing. This wasn’t just brunch. And if you weren’t in trouble before, you definitely are now.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

The paddock is alive, the hum of engines echoing in the distance as mechanics rush about and engineers chatter into headsets. Qualifying is just minutes away, and you’re in the Red Bull garage, helmet resting on the counter beside you, tugging your gloves on and trying to keep your heart steady.

This is usually the calm before the storm for you. Focus, routine, block everything else out. But today, you’re distracted—your thoughts wandering to a certain brunette who kissed your cheek again yesterday.

“Good luck, sunshine.”

You glance up and immediately smile when you see Lily walking toward you, weaving through the bustle with her usual grace. She’s been around for years, practically family at this point. She pulls you into a warm hug, the kind that makes you feel safe even in the chaos.

“You always sneak down here before quali,” you say with a grin. “Starting to think it’s my good luck charm.”

“Maybe it is,” she teases. Then she narrows her eyes, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “So. Tell me about this new crush of yours.”

Your jaw drops, cheeks heating instantly. “Oh my god. Did Oscar tell you? He cannot keep his mouth shut!”

Lily laughs, delighted, and nudges your shoulder. “He didn’t tell me everything. Just that there’s someone who’s been making you smile like an idiot lately.”

You groan, covering your face with your hands. “Unbelievable.”

“Come on,” she coaxes gently, eyes sparkling. “You know you want to gush. Who is she?”

You peek at her through your fingers, heart thudding. It’s not hard to admit—if anything, it’s been sitting at the tip of your tongue since brunch. “It’s… Francisca. Kika.”

Lily’s eyebrows shoot up, a grin spreading across her face. “No way. The model? YN, she’s gorgeous.”

“I know,” you blurt, throwing your hands up. “She’s so gorgeous I can’t function when she looks at me. Like, I completely forget how to talk. I make a fool out of myself every time.”

“And she likes it,” Lily says knowingly, like she’s already pieced it together.

You bite your lip, unable to hide your smile. “She asked me to brunch. And it was… really nice.”

Lily squeals softly, squeezing your hands. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve someone who makes you feel like that.”

Before you can say anything more, Alexandra appears in the garage, her hand linked with someone else’s. “I thought we’d stop by before quali,” she announces, tugging her friend forward. “Hope you don’t mind.”

And then you see her.

Kika. Radiant as ever, even in a simple outfit—jeans, a cropped top, sunglasses tucked into her neckline. Her smile is soft, tentative, as her eyes find yours.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck,” she says gently, stepping closer.

The garage is loud, busy, overwhelming—but the moment narrows to just the two of you. Your chest tightens, heat rising in your cheeks, but for once you don’t stumble over your words.

“Thank you,” you say, voice soft but steady. “I’m really glad you did.”

Her smile widens, her hand brushing against your arm for just a second—so subtle no one else would notice, but enough to make your skin tingle. “I’ll be cheering for you.”

Alexandra and Lily exchange looks behind her, both smiling like they know something you don’t.

“Alright,” Lily says finally, hugging you one last time. “Go make us proud. And maybe dedicate a lap to your new good luck charm, hm?”

You groan, but Kika just laughs, eyes glimmering as if the idea secretly pleases her.

As Lily and Alexandra start to leave, Kika lingers for a heartbeat longer, lowering her voice so only you can hear. “You’ll do amazing. Just drive the way you always do.”

And then she’s gone, disappearing into the sea of red uniforms, leaving you with a racing heart and a smile you can’t shake—even as your engineers call you over for final checks.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Qualifying ends in a blur of adrenaline, tire smoke, and radio chatter. By the time you roll back into the pit lane, your heart is still hammering, sweat beading under your race suit.

“P2, YN! Incredible lap,” your engineer’s voice crackles through the comms. “Max on pole, Oscar right behind you. Fantastic job.”

You can barely contain your grin as you climb out of the car, helmet tucked under your arm. Max is already there, pulling you into a quick hug, his usual smirk wider than normal.

“Good job, rookie,” he teases, though the pride in his voice is unmistakable. “Not bad for a little Piastri.”

You roll your eyes, but it feels good—familiar, warm. Oscar appears a moment later, tugging off his balaclava, cheeks flushed from the heat. He looks proud too, and before you can say anything, Lily is darting forward, throwing her arms around him.

“You were amazing!” she says, voice muffled against his chest. Then she turns, grabbing you too, pulling you both into a tangled three-way hug. “Both of you! My favorites, right here.”

You laugh, trying to steady your racing heart, but then—out of the corner of your eye—you see her.

Kika.

She’s weaving her way through the crowd, Alexandra just a step behind her. She looks impossibly beautiful in the afternoon sun, her hair shining, her smile soft and proud. And she’s walking straight toward you.

Your breath catches, and you almost fumble your helmet. Lily notices immediately, pulling back with a knowing look before conveniently turning to Oscar, giving you space.

“Congratulations,” Kika says when she reaches you, her voice gentle but clear over the chaos. Her eyes shine, taking you in. “That was incredible, YN.”

You swallow hard, cheeks warming. “Thank you. I, uh… I didn’t expect P2.”

“Well, I did,” she replies easily, and the sincerity in her voice makes your chest ache. She reaches out, brushing a speck of dust from your suit, fingers lingering just a moment too long. “You looked so focused out there. I’m so proud of you.”

The words hit you harder than the checkered flag ever could.

Around you, the garage is buzzing—mechanics cheering, cameras flashing, Max joking with Laurent, Oscar debriefing with a member of the press. But none of it registers. It’s just her, standing here, making you feel like qualifying P2 is the biggest win of your life.

“I’m really glad you are here,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

Her smile softens, almost shy now. “I told you I’d be cheering.”

And for a fleeting moment, it’s like the world shrinks down to just the two of you—the shy driver and the radiant model, caught in a bubble of quiet sweetness amid the chaos of Formula 1.

You don’t even notice Alexandra smirking knowingly from a few feet away, or Lily whispering something to Oscar with a mischievous grin. All you can think about is how close Kika is, and how you never want her to stop looking at you the way she is right now.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

The restaurant is quiet, tucked away on a side street where the four of you can eat without flashing cameras or fans sneaking photos through the window. You’re seated at a round table, dim candles flickering between plates of pasta and wine glasses, the low hum of conversation filling the background.

Lando’s already halfway through his bowl of gnocchi, gesturing wildly with his fork as he retells some exaggerated story about Carlos and a golf cart incident in Spain. Lily is laughing so hard she’s nearly crying, while Oscar just shakes his head in his usual unimpressed way.

You’re smiling, but your mind drifts. You haven’t stopped thinking about Kika since qualifying. Her words, her hand brushing your arm, the way she made you feel like you were the only person in the garage. The memory makes your stomach twist and your chest ache.

“Alright, you’re quiet,” Lando says suddenly, pointing his fork at you. “That means you’re either plotting something, or you’re thinking about her.”

You blink, caught. “I’m not—”

“Yes, you are,” Oscar interrupts flatly, sipping his water. “You’ve had that same stupid look on your face since yesterday.”

Your cheeks heat instantly. “Okay, fine. Maybe I am thinking about her. But I don’t know what to do. Like… at all.”

There’s a pause. Then Lando slams his fork down with mock seriousness. “Kiss her.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “It’s not that simple!”

“Yeah, it is,” Lando insists, leaning forward. “Step one: lean in. Step two: lips. Step three: magic.”

Oscar shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “I just say… you’re gay if you don’t kiss her.”

You peek at him through your fingers, deadpan. “I’m gay if I do or don’t, nothing changes that, twat.”

Lily bursts into laughter, covering her mouth, while Lando nearly chokes on his wine. Oscar just raises his eyebrows, as if he’s proven some kind of point.

“Seriously though,” you say, lowering your hands. “She’s… she’s Kika. She’s gorgeous, and confident, and so put-together. And I’m… me. Shy, awkward, I barely know how to talk when she’s around. What if I mess it up?”

Lily reaches across the table, squeezing your hand warmly. “Sweetheart, the way she looks at you? You couldn’t mess it up if you tried. She clearly likes you exactly as you are. That’s the whole point.”

“Exactly,” Lando chimes in. “Girls love when you’re awkward. Trust me, it’s charming.”

“You’ve literally never been charming in your life,” Oscar mutters.

“Oi!” Lando scowls, throwing a breadstick at him.

You giggle despite yourself, the tension in your chest easing. Lily smiles at you knowingly. “Just… trust yourself, YN. She already knows you’re shy. She likes it. So stop overthinking, and just let it happen when it feels right.”

You nod slowly, her words sinking in. Maybe she’s right. Maybe it doesn’t have to be complicated.

The rest of the dinner carries on in its usual chaotic rhythm—Lando cracking jokes, Oscar making dry remarks, Lily keeping the peace. But underneath it all, you feel lighter. Hopeful. Because for the first time, you start to believe that maybe, just maybe, you won’t mess this up.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

You wake that morning with impossibly loud butterflies in your stomach. The sky outside is clear, promising sun and speed. It’s race day. All the buildup, all the nerves—all of it comes down to this. You dress in your Red Bull jacket and a pair of jeans—every inch of you feels alive, electric, and spinning with possibility.

You head to the grid with Oscar and Lando by your side. Oscar gives you a nod, tight smile. Lando shouts something encouraging—something about making them eat their hats if you win. Lily is already in the stands, a wave and a grin reserved just for you, and you catch a glimpse of Kika near the pit wall, relaxed but watching, eyes locked every time you’re in sight.

The race launches in a roar. Tires grip. Heart pounds. You fight for position, work with the car, pull every ounce of focus, every drop of courage. Max stays just ahead, pushing you. Oscar is close behind. The laps fly by, sweat, grit, engine roar, strategy calls. When there’s a chance—when Max gives you an opening—you take it. It’s perfect and trembling. You pass him, then hold him off as the laps wind down.

And then… you cross the line first.

The moment the checkered flag flutters, you’re hyperaware of everything: the roar of the crowd, the crackle of your radio, the vibration under your hands. You slow the car, heart threatening to burst.

“THAT’S POLE YN!” your engineers shout.

You pull into the pit lane. Mechanics are cheering. You climb out, helmet off, chest heaving. Oscar comes running up, scuffed suit, face breaking into a grin. Lando is bounding out of the pits, clapping, whooping. Lily is down by the fence, tears glinting in her eyes, waving frantically, jumping with joy. You lock eyes with her, and she mouths, you did it.

Your legs feel weak as you walk toward the barrier, every step heavy with disbelief and joy. Cameras flashing, microphones shoved forward, but you hardly register them. All you see is Kika.

She’s ahead of the crowd, closer than you expected, she’s moved forward somehow, stepping through the scramble. Her hair falls in curls; her smile is wide, proud. Her eyes shine brighter than the sun. She steps up to the barrier just as you reach it.

You can’t help the relief, the delight, the way your chest is so full it might shatter.

“Kika,” you breathe, reaching out.

She lifts her hand, touching your cheek, fingertips warm. “YN, you were incredible,” she says, voice gentle but firm, like she means every word. She leans in, closer—just an inch—and then:

You kiss her.

Not carefully, not timidly, but full of everything: adrenaline, gratitude, something like dreaming. The world around you fades: cars, cameras, cheers, everything except you and her. You taste champagne on her breath, hear the gasps and cheers behind her, but for a second it’s just breathing together, heartbeats synced.

She kisses you back, laughs softly into it, wraps an arm around your neck. Your hands go to her waist, holding close. Then she pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against yours.

“You deserve this,” she whispers.

You can hardly speak. “I—thank you. For… for being my good luck.”

She smiles, brushing hair off your face. “Always.”

After the kiss, people erupt around you—cheers, congratulations from your team, your family. Oscar’s shouting your name, Lily’s crying, Lando’s back-slapping you so hard your ribs ache. You’re glowing, shining. Kika stays by your side, walking with you toward the podium zone, leaning in close, words whispered just for you: “I was so proud,” “you killed it out there,” “look at you.”

You climb the podium—first place feels surreal. The Australian national anthem plays. You hold the trophy up. For a moment, you close your eyes and think of every step that got you here: starting kart races, shy interviews, dressing unsure, stealing glances whenever Kika entered the room.

When the photographers swarm, Lily is in the crowd, waving, and you spot Kika again, front row, no barrier now. After the photos, she joins you on the podium stairs, and wraps you in a hug. The press crowd parts, snapping pictures of the two of you—her cheek pressed to yours.

Kika leans over from behind, whispering jokes: “You owe me a kiss for every second you didn’t think you’d do this.”

You laugh, pressing lips to cheek. Then another kiss—this one more confident, more certain. The world watches. And somewhere in your chest, something soft gives way: this, right here, is more than you ever dared hope.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

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The night after your win feels like a blur. Champagne, podium interviews, the sea of team members hugging you, Oscar spinning you around like you were five years old again, Lando somehow getting ahold of his own Red Bull and spraying you to no end. You should be exhausted—but there’s only one thing on your mind: Kika.

When you finally check your phone in the hotel room, there’s a text waiting.

dinner? just us. no cameras, no noise. i will make the reservation. you deserve to celebrate properly!

You read it three times, heart racing. Just us.

You reply immediately:

yes. a thousand times yes!

By the time you’re standing outside the small, candlelit restaurant tucked away in Miami, nerves tangle with excitement. You’ve faced down Max Verstappen wheel-to-wheel at 200 miles per hour, but somehow this—waiting for Kika—makes your palms sweat more.

She arrives minutes later, wearing a soft, flowing dress the color of champagne bubbles. When she sees you, her whole face lights up, and she loops her arm through yours without hesitation.

“You’re glowing,” she teases as the host leads you to your table. “Race win suits you.”

“You’re stunning,” you fire back, then instantly cringe.

She giggles, squeezing your hand. “We’re off to a good start.”

The restaurant is warm and quiet, soft piano playing under the chatter of a few other diners. Your table is tucked in a corner, lit by one flickering candle. Kika takes the seat across from you, chin resting on her hand as she watches you with that unreadable, amused smile.

You open the menu mostly to avoid combusting under her gaze.

“Everything looks good,” you murmur.

“I already know what I want,” she says.

“I already know what I want,” she says.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you nearly knock your water glass over. “You can’t just—say things like that.”

“Why not?” she says, laughing softly. “You’re adorable when you blush.”

Dinner is easy. Conversation flows between giggles and soft admissions: she talks about her modeling work, the whirlwind travel, how exhausting it can be to never really stop. You talk about racing, about your nerves, about how Oscar is half big brother, half nagging coach.

At one point, Kika tilts her head and says, “I thought you’d be more intimidating. You’re so fearless on track.”

“I’m fearless because there are no beautiful women on track distracting me,” you shoot back, and then slap your hand over your mouth like you didn’t mean to say it.

She laughs so hard she almost spills her wine. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Halfway through dessert—a shared crème brûlée—you feel the unmistakable sensation of being watched. Kika notices too, glancing past your shoulder. Her lips twitch.

You turn, and there’s Lando. Outside. Nose practically pressed against the glass like a kid at a candy shop.

He waves enthusiastically. You bury your face in your hands.

“Oh my god,” you groan. “He followed me.”

Kika giggles, lifting her phone and snapping a picture of him before he scurries off down the sidewalk. “He’s very protective. It’s cute.”

“He’s insufferable,” you mumble, but you can’t help laughing too.

After dinner, you walk together along the quiet street, the humid night air soft against your skin. You’re both full and happy, hand brushing against hers until she laces your fingers together.

“This was perfect,” you whisper.

She stops walking, turns to you with that same glowing smile. “Not over yet.”

And then she leans in, pressing the gentlest kiss against your lips, sweet and unhurried. You melt instantly, heart skipping, hands tightening around hers. When she pulls back, she looks so fond it nearly undoes you.

“I like you, YN,” she says simply.

Your grin feels unstoppable. “I like you too. A lot.”

When you finally part ways at the hotel doors, Kika squeezes your hand one last time and kisses your cheek, promising, “More dates after more wins.”

You head upstairs, giddy, only to find Lando and Oscar waiting in the hallway like the world’s worst bodyguards.

“Did you admit you loveeeee her?” Lando demands immediately.

You shove past him, still smiling like an idiot.

Oscar just mutters, “Finally,” and follows you inside.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

several weeks later…

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The Red Bull motorhome is buzzing with energy. Staff members come and go with coffees, engineers whisper over data sheets, TV screens flicker with practice highlights. And in the middle of it all sits Kika, cross-legged in one of the sleek blue chairs, completely at ease with a cup of tea in her hands.

She’s been here before, in the paddock, but this is the first time she’s here for you. Everyone knows it. She has that unmistakable glow of someone both proud and smitten, eyes flicking to the doors every few seconds as if she’s waiting for you to walk in.

Instead, Max arrives first.

“Ah,” he says, spotting her immediately. “The famous Kika.” He drops into the seat opposite like he owns the place, mischievous grin already forming.

Seconds later, Oscar joins in, sliding in beside Max with the air of someone who has been waiting for this opportunity. “Finally,” he mutters, pretending to check his watch. “Been wondering when I’d get the chance to interrogate—uh, I mean, meet you properly.”

Kika blinks once, then smiles like she’s just been given the best entertainment of the weekend. “Is this the part where you two scare me off?”

“Yes,” Max deadpans. “Exactly this part.”

Oscar leans forward, folding his hands like a disapproving father. “So. What are your intentions with my sister?”

Kika actually laughs, head tipping back. “Oh, you’re doing that bit. Adorable.”

Max squints. “Don’t get too comfortable. We’re very serious.”

“You’re very dramatic,” she counters, raising a brow.

Oscar points at Max. “He is. I’m just cautious.” Then, to Kika: “Do you realize she’s never liked anyone enough to even ask them out?”

Kika softens at that, fingers brushing the rim of her cup. “I do realize. And I don’t take it lightly.”

That earns her a quick pause from both. Max shifts, almost like he wasn’t expecting sincerity. Oscar clears his throat.

“…That’s actually a good answer,” he mutters.

Max waves it off. “Doesn’t matter. I still need to know if you’re distracting her before qualifying.”

“Oh, she’s plenty focused,” Kika says sweetly, sipping her tea. “She beat you in practice, didn’t she?”

Max sputters. Oscar slaps the table and laughs so loud a couple mechanics turn to look.

“Oh, I like you,” Oscar says, wiping tears from his eyes.

Max narrows his eyes but the corner of his mouth twitches. He’s fighting a smile.

That’s the scene you walk into: Kika looking entirely too pleased, Oscar giggling, Max pretending to be cross.

“Really?” you say, hands on hips. “I leave you two alone with her for ten minutes and you’re already playing twenty questions?”

“They started it,” Kika says innocently, batting her lashes.

Oscar immediately defends himself. “It’s brotherly duty! We had to test her.”

“She passed,” Max admits reluctantly, leaning back in his chair. “But only because she’s annoyingly quick with comebacks.”

You groan, stepping over to plant a kiss on Kika’s hair before glaring at both men. “You’re supposed to be focusing on the race, not my love life.”

“Your love life is the race,” Oscar shoots back, grinning. “High stakes. Big drama. Very entertaining.”

Max shrugs. “I just want to make sure she’s not stealing your pace.”

Kika meets your eyes over the rim of her tea, lips twitching. “Don’t worry. If anything, I plan on being her lucky charm.”

That makes your heart skip. You lean down to whisper, “You already are.”

Oscar groans. Max makes gagging noises.

“Okay, enough,” you laugh, dragging Kika out of her chair and toward the exit. “You two are banned from speaking to her without supervision.”

As the door closes behind you, you hear Oscar call, “We’re just saying—we approve!” and Max adding, “Don’t let it get to your head!”

Kika is giggling so hard she can barely walk straight. She squeezes your hand and murmurs, “They’re ridiculous. I adore them.”

You sigh, but you’re smiling too. “God help me if you actually become friends with them.”

“I think I already have,” she teases, bumping her shoulder into yours.

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

You walk into the suite—the one with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lit track, city lights shimmering, the hum of night still echoing after the roar of the race. The adrenaline’s finally coming down; exhaustion settles in your bones, but your heart is still racing in the best way. The suite smells of fresh sheets, lavender from the diffuser, and something faintly of victory.

Kika is already there, sitting cross-legged on the plush rug in front of the low couch, barefoot, her race bag tossed to the side. She looks up when you enter, eyes soft, proud, and like she’s been waiting for you. She pats the spot beside her.

She stands, walks over, and catches your face in her hands—careful, loving.

“You’re shining,” she says quietly. “Still.”

You try not to laugh, still in that post-race high. “I’m exhausted,” you admit, leaning into her touch. “Feels unreal.”

She brushes a thumb over your cheek. “You earned this. You’ve earned all of it.”

You settle beside her. For a moment, you just drink in her presence—the shape of her smile, the warmth in her eyes, the fragrance of her skin.

Then she rises, pulling you gently by hand. “Come on,” she says. “I ordered something.”

You follow her to the small balcony. There’s a table set up with two glasses of champagne, a petite cheese board, strawberries, dark chocolate, and a soft throw blanket over one chair. The glow from inside spills out, mingling with moonlight.

She pours you a glass, hands steady. “To you,” she says, raising hers. “To your win. To more nights like this.”

You clink glasses, sip. The champagne’s cold, crisp; your throat burns a little.

She hands you a strawberry. You taste it—sweet, juicy—and lean forward, catching her lips in a soft kiss.

“This is perfect,” you whisper, when you pull away just enough to see her face.

She grins, teeth a little chocolate-smudged. “Not done yet.”

You wrap the blanket around both of you and sit side by side. Your shoulder rests against hers. She tells you about the photographers coming over after the race, about how she saw your team glowing about you. You tell her how you could barely remember what you said in the interview because all you could think about was seeing her smile in the crowd.

Laughter comes easy. You make jokes about how Lando will definitely tease you mercilessly tomorrow. She says she wants to meet Lando again—“on more equal footing,” as she puts it.

After awhile, she reaches for your hand. Fingers entwined.

“Promise me,” she says, voice low. “On the nights when you’re tired, when you doubt—you’ll remember tonight. Remember this feeling.”

You squeeze her hand in return. “I promise.”

She leans in and kisses you again—slow, soft, a kiss that tastes like relief and happiness and everything you fought for.

When it gets late, you retreat inside. The lights dim. She pulls you down on the bed beside her. She wraps her arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. You lie like that for a while in silence; the world outside forgotten.

You drift off, the last thing you feel is her hand in yours, that steady pulse, the warmth of her breath against your skin, and the quiet full certainty that this—right here—is everything you want.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

skip to summer break…

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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

The heat hits you the moment you step off the plane in Melbourne, sunlight bouncing off the tarmac, the humid warmth wrapping around you like a hug. You’ve been waiting weeks for this: the F1 summer break, your family, and—most importantly—Kika arriving in Australia to meet everyone properly for the first time.

Oscar is already waiting at the arrivals gate, looking effortlessly casual in shorts and a t-shirt, Lily at his side, hair still damp from a morning swim. The moment Kika steps through the sliding doors, your chest tightens in that familiar way. She looks radiant even after a long flight, hair tousled, sunglasses perched atop her head, a small bag slung over one shoulder.

“YN!” she calls, waving. You sprint forward, almost colliding into her in your hug, laughing when she nearly topples backward. “You look amazing!”

“You flew like… hours,” you gasp, holding her at arm’s length, studying her face. “How are you not exhausted?”

“I have adrenaline,” she says with a grin. “And the thought of meeting your entire family in one go. Terrifying and exciting.”

Oscar laughs behind you. “You’ll survive. Mostly.”

Lily smirks. “They are easy to handle. Mostly.”

Before Kika can answer, your sisters appear—Mae first, practically bouncing in excitement. “You’re finally here!” she squeals, dragging Kika into a hug. “YN talks about you nonstop. I already love you.”

Edie and Hattie follow, both grinning wide. Edie gives a more composed hug, but Hattie, true to form, launches herself at Kika like she’s known her forever.

“Brace yourself,” you whisper in Kika’s ear. “This is basically a family welcome assault.”

Kika laughs, a little breathless, but completely enchanted. “I’ve got this,” she whispers back, squeezing your hand.

The drive to the house is filled with chatter. Kika is already answering questions about her modeling, life on the road, even joking with your sisters about how she survives airports and media scrutiny. You’re riding shotgun, hand tucked in hers, watching her laugh at one of Hattie’s jokes and feeling your chest swell.

By the time you pull into the driveway of your family’s sunlit home, the smell of the ocean on the breeze, the excitement is nearly unbearable. The backyard is perfect: a pool glistening in the sunlight, a barbecue ready to go, and your parents waving from the porch. Nicole greets Kika with a warm hug and a twinkle in her eye.

“It’s so good to finally meet you,” she says. “YN has said the nicest things.”

Kika blushes. “All true, I promise.”

Lunch is a chaotic but perfect affair. Your sisters hover, peppering Kika with questions about her favorite foods, music, and whether she’s good at beach volleyball. Kika laughs, dodging Hattie’s overly competitive challenges, and your mom watches with soft amusement.

Oscar and Lily sit back, quietly observing the madness, while you hover beside Kika, passing her drinks and occasionally whispering jokes. She leans into you during a particularly ridiculous story about your family’s holiday tradition—hurling water balloons at unsuspecting neighbors—and you can’t stop yourself from kissing the side of her head.

“See?” you murmur. “They’re actually normal. Mostly.”

Kika laughs, squeezing your hand under the table. “I can tell. And I like them already.”

The afternoon drifts lazily. Some of you swim, some lounge, some play cards at the outdoor table. Kika ends up joining Mae and Hattie in the pool, laughing hysterically as Hattie tries to push her under. Edie sits on the edge, towel over her shoulders, watching with a smile. You stay close by the lounge chairs, sharing quiet kisses in the shade.

Oscar, ever the big brother, keeps one eye on everything, and Lily teases you about how protective he is. “Watch him,” she whispers. “He’s lowkey testing her already.”

Kika meets your gaze, eyes sparkling. “I’ll survive him. Or at least I’ll make him laugh.”

You grin. “I think he’ll like you even more when you do.”

Dinner is a barbecue, everyone gathered around a grill lit with bright flames, music playing softly. Nicole hands Kika a plate piled high with prawns and corn, Mae and Edie pass side dishes, and Hattie keeps making jokes about how she’s officially one of the family now.

At one point, you sneak away to the balcony overlooking the pool with Kika. She leans against you, head on your shoulder, the warm night air brushing against your skin.

“This is… perfect,” she murmurs. “Your family, your home… you.”

You nuzzle her hair. “I wanted you to see all of it. You fit in already, Kika. I know it.”

She smiles, kissing your cheek softly. “I hope so. I want to.”

You squeeze her hand, and for the first time in weeks, you feel completely at ease. Surrounded by your family, laughter echoing from inside, stars overhead and the soft glow of the backyard lights… this is happiness.

And Kika, your hand in hers, is right at the center of it.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

bonus scene : the girls force oscar to go shopping!

The morning sun streams into the apartment in Melbourne, and Oscar groans as he stretches, clearly aware that today is not going to be “just another relaxing summer day.”

“Why am I awake so early?” he mutters, rubbing his eyes.

“You’re awake because you’re coming shopping with us,” Nicole announces from the kitchen, a cup of coffee in hand and that gleam in her eye that Oscar knows all too well.

“Us?” He peers around. Lily, Kika, and you are all standing there, perfectly coordinated in cheerful summer outfits, grinning at him.

“Yes, us,” Lily says sweetly, though the sparkle in her eyes betrays the mischief brewing. “You’re coming whether you like it or not. We have plans for you.”

“Plans?” Oscar echoes, frowning.

“Fashion plans,” Kika says, tilting her head. “We’re going to make you look… spectacular.”

He sits down on the couch as if that could make the idea go away, arms crossed, but there’s an undercurrent of amusement in your eyes.

“You do trust us, right?” Nicole adds, sliding a pair of sunglasses onto her face. “I promise it’ll be fun.”

Oscar sighs, giving in with a resigned, “Fine, but I’m not buying anything ridiculous.”

The streets of Melbourne are buzzing as the five of you enter a chic boutique. The store immediately smells of leather and perfume, a soft playlist humming in the background. The sales assistant greets you warmly, eyes flicking at Kika and you, clearly aware of who you are.

Kika hands Oscar a crisp white button-down shirt. “Try this on. It’s classic. Clean. Very you… except, better.”

He holds it up, peering at it suspiciously. “Better?”

“Yes,” Kika insists, smiling as she tilts her head. “You’ll see.”

Nicole and Lily grab a few more items, some bold, some more playful. Oscar groans but dutifully heads to the changing room.

When he emerges wearing the white shirt, perfectly tucked into tailored navy trousers, Lily and Nicole immediately start clapping.

“Not bad,” Lily teases. “See? Shopping can be fun.”

Oscar rolls his eyes but a faint blush creeps across his cheeks. Lily approaches and adjusts the collar slightly, brushing her fingers along his neck. “Honestly… you look amazing. Way better than I imagined.”

He freezes for a second, then mutters, “Stop… stop looking at me.”

You nudge him gently. “Just admit it—you like the outfit.”

He groans dramatically, but the twitch of his mouth betrays a smile.

Next up: bold options. Nicole holds up a bright patterned shirt.

“Try this,” she commands, holding it up against him. “Just for fun.”

“I am not a walking disco ball,” he protests.

“You’ll survive,” Kika assures him. “And I’ll make sure you look half way decent while you do.”

Oscar disappears into the changing room again, and when he steps out wearing the shirt, everyone bursts into laughter. You laugh so hard you have to lean against a shelf, clutching your stomach.

“You’re ridiculous,” Oscar says, spinning in a circle. “I look like a fruit salad!”

“And yet…” Nicole leans in with a wink. “…you look handsome.”

Kika grins, tugging lightly at his sleeve. “I told you. You’re my favorite fashion experiment and brother in law.”

He mutters something under his breath, but you catch the corner of his mouth twitching.

The rest of the morning passes in a blur of laughter, teasing, and surprisingly adorable photo ops. Kika insists on helping him pick accessories—hats, scarves, even a soft cashmere sweater. Lily and Nicole take turns suggesting shoes and bags, all the while pretending they’re doing it under “serious fashion research.”

At one point, Oscar is wearing a light blazer, patterned shirt, and shoes he’d never consider on his own. He’s standing in front of the mirror, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed—but Lily sidles up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder.

“You look really good,” she whispers, and you hear the soft grin he can’t hide.

“I—whatever,” he mutters. “You all are insufferable.”

“Insufferable, yes,” Nicole agrees, patting his arm. “But we love you and we are tired of you dressing like a bum.”

You lean over, grinning. “We all approve. Very cute.”

By the time the shopping trip winds down, Oscar is carrying a modest stack of purchases—mostly stuff Kika insisted on—and he’s somehow smiling more than he expected to. You, Kika, Nicole, and Lily walk alongside him, teasing him the whole way back to the car, snapping photos, and laughing at his mock protests.

They used to be the quiet duo, a watchful pair, people would say. Although when Oscar got into F1, everything changed. Their bond didn’t falter, however their lives changed drastically. When she found out her twin was in a high class sport, she knew she had to go with him, what else would she do with herself without her twin?

So travel they did. Neither of them ever getting tired of each other. Not to mention Logan was also there and she loved him like another brother. Her shy demeanor towards everyone else stayed. Lando toyed with her, flirting every now and then to make her shy away and blush.

Today was no different, only he had just won a race and they were out partying at a private club. No phones, cameras, or disposables. She didn’t like to party, but she’d go all out nonetheless.

“You have to party hon.” Logan teased. Getting his nickname from her crush on Danny Ric and the nickname he called her, honey. She blushed at her childhood best friend and pushed him playfully. “I’m serious! Relax, there are literally no cameras in sight.” He seriously was a college frat boy at heart.

“I don’t party Lo, I show up for moral support.” She responded, sipping the soda she ordered earlier in the night. Logan rolled his eyes at her and grabbed hold of her hand. She rolled her eyes and gave in to the man’s antics.

He spun her on the dance floor and twirled her in to his chest. “You remember the dance from Prema!” Logan dragged. She helped the boys with a lot of their Prema challenges and couldn’t resist showing Logan she hadn’t forgot. Once she was satisfied with dancing she returned to her corner.

“Balled up in a corner as always, Piastri.” Lando teased. Her cheeks flushed and she stood her ground, not making eye contact. She knows he’s smirking. “I saw you dancing with Logan.” He whispered, tapping the table and walking away. She looks at him walking away and he winks.

She hoped the torment was over, however she was far from that. Daniel hobbled his way towards her after a few drinks. “Honey, come dance with me seriously.” He said smiling and laughing. She playfully rolled her eyes giving in to the Aussie. He has been her crush forever, she would never deny him a good time. They danced and drank.

Once Oscar had realized she wasn’t in the corner like she usually was, he knew she got her hands on a few drinks. Fucking Danny Ric, he thought to himself. He sighs heavily at his teammate and set his drink down. “Osc, what’s wrong?” Lando asked as Oscar disappeared to the crowd of drunken mechanics and drivers to find his sister.

He dragged her through the crowd and back to the table with Lando, making her sit down on a high bar stool. “You’re such a dick.” She mumbled, her dress misplaced and hair messy like she just got railed on the dance floor.

“I’m not the one who got you drunk.” He said seriously towards her, not to fight but he knew it would shut her up. She opened her mouth to respond but didn’t.

“You think the allegations are true about him?” She asked. Her brother and his teammate look at her deeply confused and concerned. “Big dick Ric.” She whispered and then giggled at their reactions and Oscar decided they needed to leave.

“I think she needs some water.” Lando reminds his teammate. “I’ll watch over her while you get that.” Oscar hurries off to the bar for water. Lando tilts her head up to look at him. “How are you feeling baby?” He asked genuinely concerned.

“Umm..” Even in her drunken state she goes speechless at the smallest of words from him. Although her drunk mind definitely has more confidence. She looked down and then back up at him with a sly smirk. “I’m hoping I can feel you tonight.” She whispers seductively in his ear. His breath hitches in his throat, as she backs away with a smile on her lips.

“She’s definitely drunk.” Lando confirms when Oscar returns with water. She giggles and takes it from him. “Excuse me.” Lando says striding off to the bathroom. Adjusting himself slyly as he did.

“What did you say to him?” Oscar scolded her. He’s seen his sister drunk, but not around this crowd. Logan joins and sees her state. “Danny Ric.” Oscar confirmed.

“I just flirted back, Osc, nothing too serious.” She slurred, answering his question. “Logie!” She exclaimed before throwing her arms around the American. He hesitantly returned the action.

“How many drinks did you even have?” Logan asked. He was also drunk but barely. She starts counting on her fingers and holds up one hand with all her fingers spread out. “5 drinks?!” Logan laughed and Oscar looked in surprise and sighed.

“We have to get her back to the hotel, asap.” Oscar mentioned. “I would ask Lando for help but he had an ‘issue’ to take care of.” He whispered to Logan. Logan smirks at her and she chuckled at him.

“You had one too many drinks and got Lando horny?” Logan asked impressed. “That’s my girl.” He hugged her and Lando returns as they start to gather their things.

“Can pretty boy bring me to my room?” She asked, seductively clinging onto the Brit. Running her hands along his arm and across his abdomen. He clears his throat and grabs her arms to separate them. Lando did tease and flirt, but he sure as hell would never do anything while she was drunk.

“I’ll come with you guys,” Lando reassures them. “I will not, however, be staying with her.” He nervously chuckles at the duo. She backed off from him, understanding he doesn’t want the attention.

“Understandable, I’ll stay.” Oscar said. They make it to the hotel and Oscar hands her clothes to sleep in before unzipping her dress and ushering her into the bathroom.

“She’ll be hungover tomorrow.” Logan reminded. “Water and electrolytes.” After saying their good byes, Logan set off to his hotel room. Lando stood in the door frame talking with Oscar for a while.

She returned to the main room with an oversized shirt and underwear, Oscar gave her shorts but she didn’t want to wear them. “No fair, Logie left?” She whined. Oscar rubbed her back and she noticed Lando. “Can I cuddle Lando instead?” She asked her brother. The Brit found an easier way out than expected.

“Clingy too huh?” Lando smirked. “Let me change and I can come back.” He said, not letting Oscar answer for him. She leaned her head on Oscar’s shoulder. After a few minutes Oscar checked his phone and scoffed. Lando was not coming back.

“Let’s lay down while we wait.” Oscar distracted her. She groaned and obliged. Her head hit the pillow and she was out. Oscar freshened himself up for the night, putting on clothes she had stole from him. He laid next to her and fell asleep facing away from her.

She groaned after waking up with a horrendous headache. “Fucking Ricciardo.” She mumbled, exiting the bed. She checked her phone and had multiple texts: Lando, The Honeybadger, and Logie Bear.

Such amazing men, she thought while rolling her eyes. She responded to Danny and Logan, but left Lando on read. Oscar woke up and called out for her. “You better still be here.” He warned.

“Oh hush. I’m in the bathroom.” She shot back. She did her morning routine and took pain meds for the headache. She went back out and Oscar was responding to texts as well. “Lo said he has snacks, I’m gonna head there.” Oscar motioned for her to go.

She knocked on the door and Logan opened it smiling. “Well good morning.” He said. She entered with a roll of her eyes and sat on his bed. He tossed snacks at her and a water bottle. “Fun night?” He asked mockingly.

“Don’t remind me.” She rubbed her face. “I don’t even remember half the night.” She laughed. She opened a bag of chips, while Logan texted on his phone.

“Who else texted you, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one Miss Flirty.” He joked with her. Her eyes go wide and Logan laughed. “You made Lando excuse himself, and somehow got Danny to dance on a table.”

“Lando texted me, but I didn’t respond.” She said. “Danny also texted me but I just sent emojis.” She went back to Lando’s text and showed Logan.

“You leave him on read all the time?” Logan mentioned, seeing previous texts from the man. She didn’t feel like she had to respond. All he did was flirt or text her stupid questions.

“It’s harmless things.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, I think he likes me.” He did. She said it innocently, unknowingly, although Oscar and Logan knew the truth.

“What if he does?” Logan teased. He knew she wouldn’t catch on, it wasn’t her thing to catch on quickly to things like that. “Would you even flash him the light of day?”

“He’s, how do I put it, out there?” She couldn’t find the right phrase for it. “I’m very, you know, not out there.” She looked at the text and started a response, then deleting it letter by letter. “Should I do flirty, annoyed, orrrrr no response?” She asked her best friend.

“If you do flirty he’s going to think you’re still drunk.” Logan laughed. “Annoyed is more you, but so is saying nothing.” He shrugged. He grabbed her phone and replied to him. She hesitated before she realized he’d already sent a flirty text.

“Logan!!” She squeals looking at the text. She playfully punched him as he laughed. The Brit texting back a reply already. “I swear!”

“What did he say?” Logan couldn’t contain his laughter. There was a knock on his door. He answered it with a crack, letting Oscar in. “Perfect timing!”

“Oh god what did you two do?” Oscar sighed. Lando’s text came through and her cheeks burned red as her breath hitched. “Did you see a ghost?”

“Lando probably responded.” Logan choked on his words with a laugh. Oscar was confused and hovered over his sister. Oscar tapped her head seeing the texts and she pushed him away.

“Logan sent that! Not me.” She defended. Oscar now tapped Logan on the head. He groaned and held his head. “Careful he might be into that.” She mumbled jokingly.

“Am not!” Logan said tossing a pillow at her. She laughed and thought of a response. “What did he even say back?” Logan inquired.

“Well after you sent that he can fuck my sister anyway he wanted, he said when?” Oscar said annoyed. That wasn’t the exact words but basically along the same lines.

“Osc don’t be so dramatic Logan just said enjoyed last night let’s do it alone.” She read the text. “I hate you so much.” She looked to Logan this time.

“No you love me, I just got you a date with an F1 driver.” Logan responded. Not like she needed one but she got one. Her phone buzzed with another text.

“Oscar can we kill Logan and make it look like an accident?” She asked nonchalantly. “Because Lando just said he’s on his way to my room.” Oscar went wide eyed and took her phone.

“The room you aren’t in?” Logan laughed. She tossed a pillow at him hard. “I’m joking!!” He said through his laughs.

“Fucking horn dog.” Oscar said. “Well go to your room then.” He didn’t know how to respond to this either. She whined at him.

“Look if you don’t want to do anything tell him, I don’t think Lando’s a prick.” Logan said seriously now. “Communication remember?” Logan said like she was a kid and nodded his head before smiling.

She got up and threw another pillow before exiting and going to her room. Lando was already there. “I didn’t know you weren’t here, I wouldn’t have come.” He smiled awkwardly.

“I’m here now?” She said like it wasn’t obvious. The hint of attitude riled him up and he smiled for real this time. She unlocked her door and let him in.

“So who sent me the text?” He asked. His cocky demeanor returning. “You usually don’t respond to my flirty texts.” God she hated how he knew her so well.

“Lo did, he stole my phone.” She said, keeping her response simple as she picked up the discarded clothes from the night before. “Do you really like me, or is this because I’m playing hard to get?” Right to the point damn ok.

“Uhh.” It’s his turn to be speechless. “Both?” He admitted. She blushed and stopped cleaning. She tilted her head as to say ‘really?’

“It’s not a fun game to play Norris.” She responded. She finished with the clothes and sat on the bed. “I’m not only hard to get, but hard to keep happy.”

“I can take that challenge.” He smiled. “One date?” He asked. She thought it out and ultimately agreed. They planned a date night and he left. She kissed his cheek before he was gone.

“Just a little goodbye kiss.” She said innocently. He left nearly stumbling and she saw Oscar and Logan down the hall. She waved them over and they trampled each other to get to her.

“What happened?” Logan asked. They were like gossip girls. She told them everything and they listened. “Such a flirt.” Logan teased.

“I’ll have him running after the first date.” She said. Oscar stayed quiet. He knew they would get on well but never thought to mention it. “Osc why are you being quiet?”

“I’m always quiet.” He said quickly. Now she knew he was on to something. He only ever talked quickly when he was hiding something. She narrowed her eyes at him, hoping he would spill. “Don’t narrow your eyes at me!” He accused.

“Oscar knows all.” Logan whispered in his ear. He made a stupid face and his sister stood with her arms crossed from the bathroom doorway.

“Spill.” She said simply. Oscar rambled about how they’ll get along and that he never mentioned it because he didn’t think she’d like him. “Oscar!!” She groaned.

“What?!” He said. “You always ignored him, I thought it was a lost cause like the other guys I’ve said that about!” He has a point. Any other guy she tried dating would get ‘Oscar approved’ and then go downhill.

“To be fair, Lando is a really good guy.” Logan added. “I think you’ll make cute curly headed babies.” She threw the party dress at him and he caught it laughing.

“Not helping Logan!” She said.

The date came and went, she did like him. She felt like it was a betrayal to Oscar though. He assured her it wasn’t and laughed at her for thinking that. “You’re my twin! If he likes me it’s because he likes you!” She argued. He laughed harder than she’d ever seen him before.

“Mrs. Norris.” Logan joked laughing with Oscar. “Has a nice ring to it.” He teased. She threw a pillow at him.

“You’re both assholes.” She said.

She went on more and more dates until it finally clicked in her brain she really liked Lando Norris. It clicked for Lando the second date but it took her around 4.

She kept herself quiet in the paddock until Lando would appear and fans caught on. “Sis you’ve got a bad girl rep.” Oscar mentioned, sweaty and downing water after a race. “Fuck Singapore is hot.”

She helped him cool down and unzip his suit. She told Kim to make an ice bath and he did. Oscar did good in the race but the heat really got to him. Seeing her twin double over was not on her list for the day. She grabbed his arm and slung it over her shoulders.

“Get off me.” He mumbled, nearly passing out as she held him up. She didn’t let him go and Lando noticed she was struggling since he was refusing help. “I’m fine!” Oscar tried to yell but he was too weak, Lando helped him up, walking to the ice bath.

“Oscar take off your suit and fireproofs.” His sister demanded. Oscar tried his best but ultimately they had to help him. Lando helped him get in the ice bath and he sighed. “Don’t scare me like that!” His sister quipped when he came back to reality.

“Look, he’s fine.” Lando comforted her. “I think I need an ice bath too, it was really hot out there.” Lando took his time doing the same with little to no help from Jon.

When the boys recover it was hotel and bed time. Oscar had been wary of her whereabouts at night and decided he should sleep in her room, using his sickness as an excuse. They always did it as kids, when one was sick the other would comfort them and sleep in the same room at night.

She was hesitant but agreed, giving Lando a look. She planned on ‘rewarding’ him for winning the race. With Oscar sleeping in the bed next to her it took a while before she could sneak away. When she was successful she went to Lando’s room.

He opened the door and greeted her with a kiss. He had asked her out before the race and she was super excited to say yes. They hooked up after the third date and she wanted more of him after that.

“So naughty, sneaking off to sleep with your brother’s teammate.” He teased. She giggled and warned him that Oscar might wake and call her or just show up. “Well then guess we can make this quick.” He lifted her off the ground and they kissed again.

They definitely were quick. Not having touched each other in around a month since the first time. “I don’t think it’ll fit.” She panted in between kisses. She had a good point, the first time Lando couldn’t fit his entire length.

He was slow and didn’t push it, knowing the position wasn’t ideal. When she reached her limit of fitting him, he started thrusting slowly. “So tight my love, god.” He panted, resting his head on the wall behind her. His mouth was open, panting on her shoulder as he thrusted upwards to meet her hips.

She strained her moans, keeping them from getting too loud. She finished first, her body relaxing enough for him to fit more of his length, gravity doing its job of impaling her further down on him. “Oh my god.” She moaned.

“Fuck, my love.” Lando groaned, trying to hold her up from going all the way onto him. When her orgasm subsided, he continued his thrusts and pulled out when he was close. His cum spilling out on the floor as he kissed her. “I can’t wait until we can properly have sex on a bed.” He panted.

They got cleaned up and she headed back to her room. Oscar had been awake since she left. So when she walked in slowly closing the door and he stood with his arms crossed in the doorway she jumped. “Jesus Osc!” She said.

“I approved you dating him, not fucking him every other night.” He said calm. She blushed, most nights it was just innocent cuddling or making out. “While I’m in your room too?”

“You, I mean-“ She couldn’t find an excuse. “He won Osc.” She mumbled quietly. He shook his head and got back in bed. She joined him, facing away from him.

The rest of the season was good, both boys winning a few races and celebrations in order. She was so proud of her brother and boyfriend for the world championship. She cried in Abu Dhabi when it happened, the fireworks lighting up the sky with different colors.

Winter break was right there, but Oscar was hesitant for her to go to London and stay with Lando and his family. “Osc I’ll be fine!” She argued. She wouldn’t be, they hadn’t been separated in god knows how long.

“We haven’t been apart for that long in like 16 years!” He was mad, not mad at her idea, mad she was going to just leave him alone for a week or so. “I really want you to think this over.” It sounds stupid honestly. You can’t leave your sibling for more than a week and you’re both 23?

“I know it’ll be hard, but we can still text, or call.” She said. They sounded like a married couple or something. “Maybe it’ll be good if we spend time apart, I mean, we haven’t.”

“You followed me for racing just to run off with my teammate?” He was exhausted from arguing. “I mean I love you, I think it’ll be good for you, but I don’t want to lose you.” She recoiled at the statement.

“Lose me?” She asked, her voice cracking. “Oscar, I’m still your twin, I’ll always be there for you, it’s a stupid trip to meet his family, we’ll be fine!” Lando had heard this conversation and took it literally when she said ‘stupid trip’.

They hug and make up before she goes to tell Lando she’s ready to go. They had a flight to catch. “You don’t have to come with me.” Lando mumbled. Basically kicking rocks like a sad puppy.

“What?” She asked. They were walking through the paddock holding hands. “Lando I just spent 10 minutes convincing Oscar I should go with you.” She slightly laughed. “What are you talking about?”

He looked to her with a truly sad look. She nearly cried seeing him upset. Her hand cupped his cheek. “You said it was a stupid trip.” She sulked her shoulders and kissed him.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” She comforted him. “Oscar was getting on my nerves and it came out wrong.” She felt so bad that he heard that over anything else they said. “He wanted me to stay for his own good, but I chose you.” She whispered.

“So you don’t think it’s stupid to visit my family?” He asked. She pouted at his words. She assured him she didn’t think it was stupid at all. “Why would Oscar want you to stay anyway, you’re with him like all the time?”

“That’s why, he’s afraid of losing me, which is stupid because it’s not like he can escape me.” She laughed. “He’s my brother and he’s protective, but we haven’t been apart for more than 48 hours in over 16 years.” Lando was surprised at this fact.

The new season came quicker than anything and she laid low. Her quiet demeanor returned but in a much more aggressive way. People would talk her ear off and she would nod. Logan would talk to her and she would have a straight face all throughout the conversation.

Oscar noticed halfway through winter break that something was up, but she denied him each time he’d ask. Lando didn’t break up with her, his family was perfect to her, why is she all of a sudden back in her shell?

The last straw was their birthday. She was usually jumpy, giddy, excited to be a year older. When McLaren tried doing a birthday surprise she flashed a thin lipped smile and kicked the balloons around. “Thank you.” She said. Something or someone killed her old self and Oscar is determined to make sure they become unrecognizable.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Oscar said huffing a breath at her lousy celebration. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked. So much for saying he wasn’t losing his sister.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, her stone cold look and monotoned voice was all he needed. “I’m literally fine Osc.” She tried playing it off.

“No you aren’t, usually on our birthday you’re happy, excited, we’re a year older let’s get drunk and dance around stupidly.” He said. “You fucking said ‘thank you’ and kicked a balloon around.” This time when she looked up tears were forming in her eyes.

He immediately was by her side, hugging her tightly. He didn’t mean to upset her but this definitely wasn’t from his scolding, there was something else. “The fans are so mean.” She sobbed. “I love Lando, I love you, I love this sport, but they’re all putting me down and it’s too much.”

She sobbed uncontrollably in his shoulder, his hand rubbing her back and cooing in her ear. “Hey, they’re mean people who hide behind a screen, what gives them the right to control you?” He asked. “They can say whatever the fuck they want, but I don’t want you to think lowly of yourself because of it.”

She sobbed harder at his words and he held her. Lando wondered where she had run off too, knowing about all of it and trying to keep an eye on her. He knocked on Oscar’s door. “Hey mate have you seen-“ He walked in, seeing her upset in Oscar’s arms.

They turn to look at him and she gives him a small smile. “I’m okay Lando.” She lied. Oscars face said it all. “We have a birthday to celebrate.” She said to Oscar. Lando looked to Oscar as she walks past.

“She’s been like this the past few months, I can’t get her to look past it.” Lando explains. Oscar just nods his head and walks out to find his sister again. The twins walk to the paddock without a word and when they exit through the garage, all the drivers and team principals scream ‘happy birthday’ and pop little confetti canons.

Logan approaches her with cupcakes and she wraps her arms around him. “Thank you.” She says muffled by his shirt. Logan knew she always wanted to be surprised for her birthday, exactly like this. Oscar was smiling in disbelief.

“Logan you did this?” Oscar asked. Lando walked out and saw everything and smiled, Logan had told him his plan. That’s why he went to go and get her, not planning on seeing her upset. “You’re the best.” Oscar joined the hug. Logan knew she had been down about the media hate and thought there was no better timing than now to do the surprise.

“I couldn’t have asked for better people to be in my life.” She said, crying tears of joy now. “You’re all amazing.” The drivers all celebrate the Piastri twins before they leave the paddock.

All her worries about the hate fade away with time. Soon she’s traveling along with the boys to every race and enjoying her time with McLaren.

Rumors start arising and she gets stressed and nervous again, the headlines reading, ‘Norris to propose?’ Or ‘Piastri might be a Norris at the end of the year.’ She didn’t bring it up to Lando and played it off.

Lando planned a trip for them and Oscar insisted she go, dolled up and ready. She was skeptical but listened, getting her nails done, hair done, all of it.

It was an amazing hotel with great views. What she didn’t know was that Oscar was on the next flight out. Lando and her spent the first day on the beach, relaxing and having a chilled out day.

The next day he told her, ‘wear something fancy, there’s a nice restaurant I want us to try.’ So obliviously she did. The restaurant was amazing, but before they ate Lando insisted they look at the Fountains. She obliged and Oscar was sneakily hidden in bushes recording as Lando got down on one knee and proposed.

“I’ve loved you for so long, and I want to make you my wife. Will you marry me?” She was in hysterics as she looked around as if it was a joke.

“Yes, omg yes Lando!!” She said. Oscar popped out as he was putting the ring on her finger and they hugged. “You snuck Oscar here?!” She playfully hit him on the chest.

“I knew you’d want it videoed.” He smiled at her. They swayed back and forth, now engaged.

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Quadrant Racers will be out next! It still needs some proofreading and tweaking.

lando stood nervously on the passenger seat, while you drove to the restaurant. he didn’t need to say anything for you to realize how insanely nervous he was.

you told him tonight was the night you would let everyone know what he actually meant to you.

you had been dating for a month and some days, and not telling anyone was crazy, in your perspective. you knew everyone would support you, but you were still a little apprehensive. after all, lando was oscar’s teammate, and you didn’t want to make things at work difficult for neither of them.

it was a good opportunity today because your whole family agreed to go out for dinner after a good home race for oscar. lando got a podium, oscar got fourth place. it was good for the team and for both drivers.

even though there was some controversy.

once you told him, the british immediately panicked. your family loved him, and he was aware, but he couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling.

seeing him so tense, you decided it was better if you drove. you were not completely normal about this either, but you felt this was way easier for you.

as you got closer to the restaurant, you felt like you needed to, at least try to, calm him down.

“they already love you, lan. it’s not like us being together changes their opinion about you.” you looked over at him as you parked the car.

he simply nodded, kissing the back of your hand after holding on to it for a while. you stood in the car a little more.

“you’re right. let’s go.” he finally told you.

you both walked together up to the table. oscar had his back to you, so you hugged him from behind. other members of the family smiled at lando’s figure behind you as you kissed oscar’s cheeks.

“you brought lando?” your mother asked, a smile plastered on her lips as she walked over to hug the british.

“yeah… hm. i wanted to tell you guys, something…” you started, making every one face you except your brother, who you were still holding. “well, me and lando, we are together.” you slowly let go of oscar as he turned around, a serious expression on his face. “as a couple, boyfriend and girlfriend…” someone let out an excited noise and all you could see were smiley faces.

“finally!” your dad said from across the table, coming closer right after and hugging lando in his own way.

the driver was clearly nervous, but way better then before. a soft smile in his lips as he looked over at you.

you looked at oscar, trying to get a reaction out of him and he simply smiled, nodded and whispered a ‘congratulations’ to both of you, before turning around to eat again.

you sort of expected a better reaction from your brother, maybe an excited one, maybe a protective one.

the aussie looked like he didn’t care enough to give it a minute of attention.

maybe it was just because today was supposed to be about him, and you ruined it. maybe he wasn’t so pleased to have lando as a brother-in-law. maybe he was just tired because of the race.

you didn’t give it too much thinking, you moved to his right, sat next to him with lando by your side, and ate. making conversation with everyone around and looking over to lando from time to time, to make sure he was doing okay.

that night, you got home with lando and received an extremely good feedback from your family. they loved norris, and were delighted to have him as a part of the family.

oscar, who didn’t seem to be so pleased, never texted you. you noticed it and found it strange, but once again thought there could be other explanations to it. not just that he abhorred the idea of you two together.

some weeks passed away and you were now on lando’s driver room. sitting on the edge of the couch, caressing his hair.

norris knew you loved formula one more than almost everything, so he made sure to have you there in japan with him, since oscar had already gifted his own passes.

your boyfriend looked over at you with a concerned look.

“hey, baby, have you talked to oscar after we told him we were together?” he asked, playing with the zipper of his race suit.

“i don’t think so.” you stopped to think, and realized you hadn’t indeed talked to him. which was odd, as you were always glued to each other. “i think he’s been pretty busy.”

lando hummed and you looked down at his face. “why?” you asked, he shook his head while looking at you.

“nothing, love. it just looks like he’s avoiding me.” with half-closed eyes, you hummed.

after all, your theory might not be wrong. maybe oscar didn’t like the idea of you and lando as more than friends.

“i’ll try to talk to him, lan.” you bent down to kiss his forehead. “you have free practice in a few minutes, don’t worry about this. it will be okay.”

he sat up and hugged you.

“i love you.” he smiled against your neck.

“i love you too. good luck, baby.” you smiled back, feeling his lips on the sensitive skin. he eventually got up and left the room. you stayed back a little to get his laptop and notebook, for after the fp sessions.

lando had two shitty sessions, finishing 10th in one and 12th in the other. on the other hand, oscar managed to pull some really good laps, finishing 8th and 1st.

your boyfriend got out of the car and looked over at you to let you know he was okay, as that was always a preoccupation, and talked with his mechanics, giving them feedback about the car and what could be improved.

oscar did the same thing, not taking so long because there wasn’t really much that the mechanics could do on his car.

piastri’s feedback after the first free practice helped him realize that the problem was how long he took to brake on the corners. improving that, he made an incredible fp2.

“osc, good job.” you smiled at your brother as he passed by. the aussie simply nodded his head before going into his driver room.

you thought of following him immediately and get things cleared out, but maybe you should just wait for lando. this was about him too, after all.

your family wasn’t here yet, because, except for your father, none of them actually liked formula one. they liked that your brother was brilliant doing it, but they didn’t really know anything or cared about the sport. so they only came for the race. never even qualifying.

your dad watched them from home, not wanting to leave your mother alone with all the hosting responsibilities.

once norris was freed, he walked up to you and held you in his arms.

“you were distracted out there.” you stated. the british let out a frustrated sigh.

“i know… it’s just the oscar situation. he’s one of my closest friends in formula one. i don’t want him to hate me.” you chuclked, pulling the man closer to you.

“he doesn’t hate you.” you commented. “let’s talk to him.” lando’s eyes widened and he pulled back to try and see if you were serious.

“now?” he asked and you nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him though the garage until you reached oscar’s private room.

hearing a knock on his door, oscar ran to the door.

“hi?” he was confused with your presence. it wasn’t you he was waiting for.

“hey. i think we need to talk.” without asking for permission, you entered and dragged lando inside with you.

“we do, actually.” oscar states, closing the door and leaning against his table. lando took place on top of a balcony and you leaned against that same balcony, standing face to face with your big brother.

no one said anything for some seconds. trying to figure out what was the best way to start this important conversation.

“you guys should’ve told me.” oscar said, looking between the both of you. anyone who knew him could tell how hurt he was. his eyes reflecting it.

“we told you!” you remarked.

“yeah, after what? two months?” he sarcastically pointed out. “next time send me a letter, maybe it would be faster.” you rolled your eyes and lando stood still, understanding oscar’s side perfectly.

“this isn’t about you.” you said, lando touched your back gently, trying to calm you down.

“you are my sister, y/n! do you even know how much i care about this? you are my other half, the person i love the most in this whole entire world!” oscar’s voice rose a little as he spoke. “and lando, you are my friend! you both kept this from me and discarded me in the process. i was informed at the same time that auntie joannah was!”

you felt the urge to laugh at the mention of the old lady’s name, but kept your expression still. a little more saddened now that you were realizing just how big your mistake was.

“oscar…”

“no, y/n. let me finish.” he asked. you simply nodded, and he continued. his arms were crossed in front of his chest now and he had his race suit halfway down. “you have been distancing yourself and i have no idea of why. at first i thought you weren’t okay because of hate or how things were going with tennis, but you don’t seem very preoccupied with that, so i really don’t know.”

he takes a deep breath before speaking again. “i’m sure you had your reasons, but you’re my best friend, y/n, and constantly feeling like you don’t trust me anymore, or don’t consider me as you did before… it hurts.”

sadness embraces you as you listen to your brother. lando caresses your shoulder from behind you.

“maybe i should leave you two to talk, this is family matter.” the british suggests.

“you’re family.” both you and oscar say in unison. lando couldn’t help but feel his heart warm, smiling softly to himself as you think of some way to explain things to oscar.

“you know, i would have been your relationship’s biggest supporter if you had given me the chance.” oscar was the one to talk again, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. you needed to hug him, and so you did.

it was a clumsy hug, but it meant everything to you.

“i never meant to hurt you, osc.” you truthfully told him, feeling his grip tightening around you. “it was supposed to be a surprise…”

“what a fucking great way to do it.”

as you both hugged each other, lando watched from the balcony. he too was scared of losing oscar’s friendship, but he was sure that you would do the right thing, and sort things out.

“i never thought you would see this as a good thing. from the start, you and lando got along really really well, and i never wanted to get in the way of that, but i did not control it.” tears threatened to come out of your eyes at any time.

“when it happened, when we happened, i was terrified… but this was strong, i couldn’t stay away from him even if i tried. it was the kind of love you can not put down… and the idea seemed to be less and less terrifying.” you tried to explain. oscar payed close attention to every word you said, and lando, from the balcony, did the same thing.

it was the first time you opened up to someone other than your own figure in the mirror.

“and then i embraced this. this idea of being his, and then he asked me to be his girlfriend and i could never say no. i love him!”

you turn around to look at lando, who hugged his knees and smiled at you. oscar looked too and immediately realized that norris was the one for you. just by his eyes.

“but i still wasn’t prepared to tell you, because of every single devilish thought in my head. so i kept my distance because i know i wouldn’t be able to lie or hide anything from you. but i never, ever, stopped trusting you or considered you less.” you remarked. “you’re my osc, my big brother, you are my everything, and i’m sorry for not communicating.”

you could see in his eyes how hurt he was, and you hated to think it was all because of you.

“i’m sorry, oscar. i really am.”

“i like to know stuff. and i love you,” he pulls you into a real hug this time, allowing you to breathe freely again.

lando, who was still sat on the balcony, walked over towards you and stood next to you, watching the sibling moment with admiration in his eyes.

it was rare to find such a connection.

when you two pulled apart, lando finally broke his silence.

“hey, osco… i’m sorry too man. we both thought about surprising you, and i may have been a little more guilty than y/n there, because i didn’t want you to hate me for dating your sister.”

oscar smiled at the brit.

“i trust you with her, and i don’t hate you. but if you ever even think about hurting her...” lando nodded knowingly, and they touched hands.

“i would never. i really love her.” oscar pulled your boyfriend into a hug and you stood back, watching the two of them.

“i can see it.” oscar smiled as they pulled back.

lando ran his hand from behind your neck until he reached your shoulder, and pulled you close. he kissed the top of your head.

“i’m family now eh?” lando bragged and oscar rolled his eyes.