#quadrant

The Quadrant studio is buzzing in that familiar, chaotic way — lights half‑set up, someone’s left a half‑eaten packet of crisps on the main table, and Max Fewtrell is already narrating everything like he’s David Attenborough observing a rare species.

“Here we have,” Max says dramatically, pointing the camera at you as you walk in, “the long‑suffering girlfriend of Lando Norris. She has survived years of his nonsense. Truly, a national treasure.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “Morning to you too, Max.”

Lando pops his head out from behind a lighting rig, curls messy, hoodie half‑zipped, grin bright enough to power the entire set. “Hi, love.”

He crosses the room in three long strides and wraps his arms around you, lifting you slightly off the ground. He smells like his usual mix of cologne and whatever shampoo he stole from you this week.

“You ready to lose?” he murmurs into your hair.

“You’re adorable,” you say, patting his cheek, “but you’re absolutely going to embarrass yourself today.”

Max gasps loudly. “Conflict. Drama. Romance. This is better than Netflix.”

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🎬 THE SETUP

The Quadrant crew finally gets everything in place — two chairs, a small table with whiteboards and markers, and a camera pointed directly at you and Lando. Max insists on being the off‑screen host, which everyone agrees to mostly because it’s easier than arguing.

Lando pulls your chair closer to his, knees bumping yours. He’s already smiling at you like he’s forgotten the rest of the world exists.

“Stop looking at her like that,” Max groans. “We get it. You’re in love. Disgusting.”

Lando flips him off without breaking eye contact with you.

The camera starts rolling.

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🎥 TAKE ONE

“Welcome back to Quadrant,” Max announces in his best presenter voice. “Today we have Lando Norris and his childhood sweetheart, the only person who’s known him longer than his hairdresser.”

Lando snorts. “That’s not true.”

“Is it not?” Max asks. “Because I’ve seen the photos. The bowl cut era was dark.”

You laugh, leaning into Lando’s shoulder. “I was there for that.”

“Trauma bonding,” Max says. “Beautiful.”

Lando squeezes your hand under the table. “Okay, first question,” he says, trying to take control. “Let’s go.”

Max clears his throat. “What is your partner’s go‑to comfort food?”

You immediately start writing. Lando stares at his blank board like it’s a complex physics equation.

“Don’t overthink it,” you tease.

“I’m not,” he lies.

Max leans over his shoulder. “He’s absolutely overthinking it.”

You finish your answer and hold your board close to your chest. Lando finally scribbles something down.

“Three, two, one — reveal!”

You flip your boards.

You: Pasta. Always pasta.

Lando: Her mum’s pasta.

Your heart does a little flip.

“Aww,” Max says. “That’s actually cute. Gross, but cute.”

Lando beams. “See? I know things.”

“You know one thing,” you correct.

He nudges your knee with his. “It’s the important thing.”

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🎥 TAKE TWO — THE CHAOS BEGINS

Max reads the next question. “What is your partner’s biggest fear?”

Lando immediately writes something down, smirking.

You narrow your eyes. “If you write something stupid—”

“I would never,” he says, which is the biggest lie he’s ever told.

You write your answer carefully. Lando finishes his in two seconds and sits back, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.

“Reveal!”

You flip your boards.

You: Losing the people I love.

Lando: Spiders. And Max’s cooking.

Max gasps. “My cooking is incredible.”

“Your cooking is a war crime,” Lando says.

You elbow him. “I meant emotionally.”

Lando’s expression softens instantly. He reaches over, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Yeah. I know. I just… didn’t want to make it heavy.”

You smile at him, and he smiles back, and Max groans loudly.

“Can you two stop having a moment? This is a YouTube video, not a wedding.”

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🎥 TAKE THREE — THE CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART ROUND

Max grins like he’s been waiting for this. “Since you two have known each other since you were tiny, let’s test your memory. What was your first impression of each other?”

You laugh. “Oh no.”

Lando’s already writing, shaking his head.

You write yours slowly, remembering the moment — the awkward, shy, adorable little boy with messy hair and big dreams.

“Reveal!”

You flip your boards.

You: Thought he was cute but painfully shy.

Lando: Thought she was way too pretty to ever talk to me.

Your breath catches. “Lan…”

He shrugs, cheeks pink. “It’s true.”

Max clutches his chest. “I’m going to be sick.”

Lando ignores him completely. “I remember it so clearly. You were wearing that little blue jumper and you smiled at me and I swear I forgot how to speak.”

“You still forget how to speak,” Max mutters.

Lando throws a marker at him.

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🎥 TAKE FOUR — THE SPICY ROUND

Max wiggles his eyebrows. “What is your partner’s most annoying habit?”

Lando immediately points at you. “She steals my hoodies.”

You raise your eyebrows. “You literally give them to me.”

“That’s not the point.”

You write your answer, biting back a smile.

“Reveal!”

You: He leaves wet towels everywhere. EVERYWHERE.

Lando: She steals my hoodies.

Max bursts out laughing. “Domestic life with Lando Norris. Riveting.”

Lando groans. “Okay, fine, I leave towels around. But you look cute in my hoodies.”

You grin. “So you admit it.”

“I admit nothing.”

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🎥 TAKE FIVE — THE HEART MELTER

Max clears his throat dramatically. “Last question. What is the moment you knew you were in love?”

Lando freezes.

You freeze.

The room goes quiet.

You start writing slowly, heart thudding. Lando stares at his board for a long moment before writing something down with surprising seriousness.

“Reveal,” Max says softly.

You flip your boards.

You: When he held my hand at his first karting race because he was nervous.

Lando: When she held my hand at my first karting race because I was nervous.

You blink.

He blinks.

Max whispers, “Oh my god.”

Lando reaches for your hand across the table. “I didn’t think you remembered that.”

“Of course I remember,” you say, voice soft. “You were shaking.”

“You squeezed my hand,” he says. “And I thought… if she’s here, I’ll be okay.”

Your eyes sting a little.

Max fans himself dramatically. “This is too much. I’m going to combust.”

Lando leans over and kisses your cheek, lingering there for a moment. “I love you,” he murmurs, quiet enough that only you hear it.

You squeeze his hand. “I love you too.”

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🎬 AFTER THE CAMERAS STOP

The moment the camera cuts, Max throws himself onto the table.

“You two are unbearable,” he groans. “I’m editing this and I’m adding clown music over every romantic moment.”

Lando flips him off again. “Do that and I’ll replace all your voiceovers with a kazoo.”

You laugh, standing up and stretching. Lando immediately wraps his arms around your waist from behind, chin on your shoulder.

“You were amazing,” he says softly.

“You were adorable.”

He kisses your cheek again. “We should do more videos together.”

Max groans. “Absolutely not.”

Lando ignores him. “Maybe a cooking challenge.”

“You’d lose,” you say.

He gasps. “Rude.”

“True,” Max adds.

Lando throws another marker at him.

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🎥 THE FINAL MOMENT

As you’re packing up, Lando grabs your hand and pulls you back toward him.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Thanks for doing this with me.”

You smile. “Anytime.”

He leans in, kissing you properly this time — slow, warm, familiar. The kind of kiss that feels like home.

Max walks by, covering his eyes. “I’m blind. I’m actually blind.”

Lando breaks the kiss just long enough to shout, “Shut up, Max!”

Then he kisses you again.

Max angled the camera at himself, grinning as the first couple of messages rolled into the chat. “Couples golf, ladies and gents. Couple against couple. Place your bets. But if you want my professional opinion… I wouldn’t back Norris.”

Lando shoved him. “Shut it, Fewtrell. Me and my girl have this in the bag.”

pietra + max all the way ‘my professional opinion’ - sure boo.. in your dreams maybe golf clowns incoming

Lando adjusted his glove, a quick grin twitching at his mouth.

 “Just so you know, uhm she’s not feeling amazing today. She’s anaemic, so the heat’s a lot. She’s just here for fun, not for carrying me.”

“Not that you win things anyway,” Max muttered.

“Oi!”

Pietra appeared first, joining the boys in front of the camera routinely as she waved one set of cart keys in the air triumphantly. You meanwhile made a beeline to the cart, setting down a bag with way too many things you didn’t need. Lando was adamant that you packed too much… and he was right. Not that you’d ever tell him that.

The three of them crossed the lot toward the carts. Max swung the handheld camera back and forth, lingering on Pietra posing dramatically before whipping it toward you as you sank straight into the passenger seat of the nearer cart, hoodie already zipped up.

“And here’s the star of the show, securing her throne,” Max announced. “Explain yourself.”

“Just making sure the cart doesn’t roll away,” you deadpanned without looking up.

Lmao that would actually be me she’s the brains of the operation look at Lando’s heart eyes… we haven’t even started

“Love, don’t hide,” Lando called, waving you over. His grin was so bright you couldn’t even complain. With a groan, you pushed yourself back up, padding across the grass to join them.

“Hi, guys.” Your wave was small, your voice quiet, but it only made chat spam harder to say hello.

“Look at them losing it over crumbs of you,” Max yelled. “I should book you for my streams if you bring views like that.”

“Already regretting this,” you muttered, but your boyfriend caught the little smile tugging at your lips.

Lando pulled his phone from his pocket, already swiping through the stream controls. Each cart had a GoPro mounted to the front, feeding directly into the live broadcast, and Max had claimed the handheld camera so he could terrorize everyone up close. Pietra leaned over his shoulder, muttering something about “of course Norris being the one with the fancy setup.”

“It’s called professionalism,” Lando shot back without looking up, adjusting one of the feeds until the chat box overlaid neatly in the corner of his screen. “We’ve got every angle covered. No excuses today. We gotta turn this into a YouTube video somehow, so we need the footage.”

“You just like watching replays of yourself,” Max cut in.

Max grinned at the camera, twirling the club confidently. “Alright, team Max & Pietra, taking the lead! Watch and learn, folks. This is how pros do it.”

Pietra leaned over his shoulder, muttering, “Don’t embarrass me, Fewtrell,” as chat immediately exploded: legend in the making don’t choke, max Pietra deserves a trophy for patience alone

Max strutted to the tee, and the ball soared… before it immediately sliced off into the rough.

“Fantastic,” Pietra groaned, zooming in on the ball buried in grass, “Didn’t expect us to have to go into the wild on the first hole.”

Max just rolled his eyes at his girlfriend’s teasing before taking a step back letting your team go, trying to defend his hit to chat.

“You’ll start us off, love.” Lando held the club out to you.

“Absolutely not.”

“Absolutely yes.”

You rolled your eyes but stepped onto the green. “I don’t even know how to-”

“Good thing I do.” He came up behind you, arms along yours, adjusting your grip, feet kicking your stance a bit wider. As he wrapped his hands over yours, he flinched slightly at how cold they were.

“Christ darling, your hands are freezing.” he murmured, concern flickering across his face. “Here, take my gloves.” He slipped them onto your hands; they were a little too big, but the warmth helped a bit. 

He adjusted the fingers gently, careful not to tug too hard. You bruised so easily that even a scrape from the edge of a drawer could leave a mark, and he was always absurdly cautious about it.

They felt nice, especially after he’d just taken them off and they still held his body heat.

His breath brushed your ear. “Here. Relax into me. I got you..”

Not Landos hands being literally twice the size of hers he’s literally wrapped around her married behavior

Without consulting Max, Pietra zoomed in right on your overlapped hands, knowing damn well that’s what chat wants, before going back to the normal setting. You groaned. “You’re evil.”

Lando just kissed your cheek. “Perfect.”

You swung. The ball barely rolled five meters.

“Beautiful effort,” Lando cheered, grinning so wide his dimples could practically jump out at you. “That’s my love. Look at you trying! Absolutely perfect to me.”

Max, deadpans to the camera: “History has been made. Mr. Competitive just stood there smiling while she flunked.”

whipped no notes lmaooo not max moping cus he would’ve been yelled at

“Okay, round two,” Lando said, stepping back. “This time, fully you. I promise, you got this.”

By now, Max and Pietra had already carted off to their own ball, laughing at Max’s earlier disaster and had taken their turn, this time getting them quite close to the hole. The green was quiet except for your own heartbeat and the soft rustle of the grass.

You steadied your stance and adjusted like Lando had shown to you before, took a breath, and swung. The ball soared, landing perfectly near the hole and Max’s ball, almost like it was magnetized.

Max froze in the distance, jaw dropping. “No. No way.”

Lando’s grin split his face. He rushed forward, peppering your cheeks and nose with kisses. “My champion… my absolute star… you did it! I’m so proud of you!”

You laughed, trying to swat him away, but he held you close. “Look at you… nailed it! My love, my legend!”

Finally, he stepped back, still grinning like he’d won the Masters himself. “Ready for the next hole? Because I have a feeling we’re unstoppable now.”

The sun was high, pressing down through your hoodie, and a wave of dizziness made the grass sway slightly beneath your feet. Lando noticed immediately, crouching beside you, trying to steady you as well as he could.

“Whoa, steady there… you good, love?” he murmured.

“I’m fine,” you said, gripping the club tighter, though your legs felt wobbly you insisted, but Lando decided that you would sit down in the cart for a minute or two, Pietra joining you.

“Does she take iron,” Max reads a chat question, “She does,” Lando said into the mic, grinning. “But she refuses them. Quote: ‘They taste like licking a rusty spoon.’”

“Because they do,” you called from the cart, laughing as you tried to defend yourself.

lmaooo rusty spoon meds get her gummies, Lando

The boys finally got out of the carts to get them started on the next hole; Lando and Max were in full-blown mock-war mode:

“I swear, if you swing like that one more time, the ball’s going straight into the pond,” Lando said, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh please,” Max shot back, waving his club dramatically. “At least I don’t need my girlfriend to hold my hand and breathe for me like a toddler.”

“Oi! You’re lucky she’s not here to comment on your tragic slice too,” Lando retorted, smirking.

Max groaned, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m surrounded by geniuses who don’t understand how hard it is to…”

“Miss every shot?” Lando finished, chuckling.

Meanwhile, you and Pietra were curled up in your cart, scrolling the chat and leaning back comfortably.

“Honestly,” Pietra said, scrolling, “I heard about this new café that just opened downtown. We have to try it next week. Their pastries are apparently life-changing.”

“Ooh, yes,” you agreed, sipping your water. “And they have those oat lattes you like. Let’s go before it becomes one of those ‘everyone knows about it’ spots.”

Max vs Lando sibling energy they’re actually terrifying together Not them just chatting while the boys nearly kill eachother lmao

You and Pietra were still scrolling the chat and giggling at the café suggestions when you noticed Lando and Max coming a little closer, leaning on the cart with that cheeky grin that you loved so much.

“Hey, love,” he murmured softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Think you can manage one more swing for me? Gotta ruin Max’s golf confidence even more please.”

You glanced at the ball, then at him, and let out a small laugh. “I guess… if you insist.”

Pietra nudged you with a grin. “Go on, then. Show them how it’s done.”

“Oi you’re supposed to be on my team! Traitor!" Max still chuckled at his girlfriend's antics, no matter how backstabbed he pretended to be.

You steadied yourself in the cart, taking a deep breath as Lando’s hand brushed yours for reassurance. The world tilted slightly from the dizziness, but his presence anchored you.

From the corner of your eye, Lando leaned over to check your stance, murmuring, “Still okay, love?” 

“Yep. Just… a little woozy.” 

“Always my girl,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Even dizzy, you’re a legend.” 

You steadied yourself, took a breath, and swung. The ball flew a solid distance, just short of the hole but steady. Lando clapped, grinning so wide his dimples could cut glass. 

Max groaned dramatically from the next cart. “Seriously? Even dizzy she’s outperforming me?!” 

On hole seven, you hopped down from the cart to grab a tee, but the ground tilted beneath your feet and your legs gave way. Before you even registered what was happening, your cheek hit the grass, and then Lando’s shadow was blotting out the sun above you.

“Whoa, hey!” his voice was steady, low, as he crouched in front of you, steadying your head in his hands. His eyes swept over you, focused and sharp. “You with me?”

Your lashes fluttered, dizziness still buzzing in your ears. “I-I’m fine… just stood up too fast.”

“You fainted,” he said flatly, though his touch stayed impossibly gentle, thumb brushing lightly over your wrist. “Scared me half to death.”

“Good content, though. Yeah?” you tried, a weak attempt at teasing.

He smoothed your sleeve down, checking that you hadn’t bumped anything. Bruises loved you too much for his liking; you could end up patterned just from bumping the cart’s side.

“Not funny,” he muttered, scooping an arm behind your shoulders and guiding you back to the cart carefully. He dug through the cooler box, pressed a baggie with ice chips into your palm, and tugged your hoodie closer around you like a blanket. “Stay here. That’s your job now.”

“Jesus, every time…” Max muttered into the mic just a few steps away from them, waving one hand like he didn’t know what to do with it. “Freaks me out!”

“I swear,” Pietra said, leaning closer to the camera, her tone softer, “it’s terrifying watching her just… go down like that. We should be happy, though, that Lando doesn’t freak out anymore.”

Max immediately perked up, seizing the chance to turn the tension into entertainment. “Oh, no, no, don’t let him fool you, chat! The first time it happened?” He whirled toward the lens, eyes huge and dramatic. “He practically lost his mind. I’m talking yelling for water, waving down strangers, sprinting like a headless chicken..”

“Max.” Lando’s voice was warning, clipped, though he didn’t even look up as he coaxed another ice chip into your hand.

“I’m not exaggerating!” Max insisted, chopping his hands through the air for emphasis. “He almost called an ambulance before she even opened her eyes. Funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Pietra shoved his shoulder with a laugh. “You’re evil.”

max pls she just fainted 💀 we saw you flinch when she went down… don’t lie to yrslf

Lando finally sighed, his thumb brushing your cheek again as his expression softened. “Alright, laugh it up. At least I know what I’m doing now.”

You gave him the faintest smile, crunching an ice chip obnoxiously in his direction. “My hero.”

He rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth tugged upward.

While Lando turned back to explain to the camera what had just happened, Max sidled closer to the cart, his voice pitched lower so only you and Pietra caught it on her handheld camera. “You sure you’re good?” 

His hand hovered awkwardly over the water bottle on your lap, not quite brave enough to grab it but wanting to do something so he settled for taking Pietras cast aside cardigan and lay it over your lap like a blanket.

“I’m fine,” you murmured. “Promise.”

“Alright…” Max rocked back on his heels, then grumbled, “Still hate it, though.”

You gave him a tiny smile, and for once, he didn’t tease you back.

By the time the sun dipped lower, painting the course in gold, you were slouched in the passenger seat of the cart, hoodie pulled tight, head resting against the backrest. The last green stretched ahead, and Max was already half out of his seat, fist-pumping like he’d won.

“That’s it! That’s the game, chat,” he shouted into the mic, triumphant. “Victory for Max & Pietra!”

“You haven’t even sunk it yet,” Pietra laughed, dragging him back down by his sleeve.

“Minor detail.”

On the green, Lando crouched low, lining up with laser focus. One smooth swing, and the ball rolled neatly across the grass, stopping just inches shy of the hole. He groaned dramatically, tossing his head back.

“You’re kidding me.”

But his grin came back instantly, dimples deepening as he pointed to the spot. “Piece of cake. We’ve got this,” still speaking in plural as you rested a few meters away.

“Pfft, amateurs,” Max declared, striding up to his own ball like he was about to prove something. Pietra raised her brows, muttering, “Here we go…”

Max swung hard. Too hard. The ball shot straight past the hole, bounced off the edge of the green, and skittered onto the rough.

Pietra slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle laughter. “Max!”

😭😭😭 NOOOO MAX he choked harder than Lando pietra blink twice if you need rescuing

“Wind picked up!” Max shouted defensively, gesturing at absolutely still trees. “That was sabotage!”

“Yeah, alright, mate,” Lando snorted, already turning back to your cart. He leaned down, nudging your knee gently. “Love. Wake up.”

You stirred, blinking at him groggily. “Mm?”

“One tap. Finish it for us.”

Max groaned from the green. “No way. No way you’re letting her…”

“Yes way,” Lando cut in cheerfully, tugging you carefully to your feet.

Still half-asleep and woozy from sitting up, you shuffled forward. He slipped the club into your hands, steadying them with his own. “Just a nudge. That’s all you need.”

You tapped the ball forward. It rolled straight in.

Lando erupted, whooping like you’d just won Augusta. He lifted you half off your feet, peppering your cheeks and nose with kisses. “Champion! Absolute legend! Best golfer here!”

Max clutched his head like the world had ended. “Unbearable. She literally just tapped it.”

“Perfect tap,” Lando insisted proudly, grinning against your temple. “The perfect tap. Game over. We win.”

“You don’t win anything!” Max wailed.

“Yes we do,” Lando countered smoothly, his arm snug around your waist. “Look at her. She’s glowing. That’s the only trophy I need.”

You groaned, hiding your face in his chest as chat spiraled over the amount of boyfriend-Lando they were being fed. Pietra shook her head, still laughing as Max launched into another angry rant about how the wind had ruined his game.

The game might’ve been technically undecided with the last hole point equalizer, but with the sun setting, laughter echoing, and Lando’s warmth pressed close to yours, it already felt like victory.