Hm how about some norstappen fluff? Idk any prompts tho😅 so surprise me?
Sure!! Norstappen is a really cute ship so I loved writing it ❤️❤️ Hope you like it! This was also kind of an excuse to wax poetic about Max LMAO UH IT KINDA TRAILED OFF A BIT IN THE MIDDLE THO SO PLS FORGIVE ME
Lando wasn't really someone who enjoyed waking up at the break of dawn, instead preferring to spend as much time asleep in his warm bed as possible. Yet today, he found himself awake at the ungodly time of 5:30am, hours before his or Max's alarms would ring at 8am. He didn't know why he woke, but he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. So, he turned to face his boyfriend, who had been spooning him from behind in their sleep.
Max, who was quite obviously still asleep, was as gorgeous as ever, and his slow, steady breaths which escaped his lips in little, soft snores made Lando ever more fond of the Dutchman. He once again wondered how such a beautiful man had agreed to be his.
Lifting his fingers to trace Max's lips, he marvelled at just how soft they were, despite their chapped appearance, smiling as he recalled how it felt to kiss them. How Max had been so gentle, almost hesitant, the first time they kissed. How it started off as a simple touch, which evolved to become exploratory, all the while maintaining a sort of cautious consideration, as if he were afraid Lando would break if he were to exert more force.
Lando giggled when thinking about the fact that he was the one to deepen the kiss, the one who nibbled on the plushness of Max's bottom lip, until he opened his mouth, and tangled their tongues together, in a silent message that it's alright, I won't break, please love me as much as you want. It was only then, that Max succumbed, and became more passionate in kissing Lando. However, it still took a few more weeks for Max to completely shake his hesitancy of being a little more forceful. Lando didn't mind though, it just proved to him how much Max genuinely cared for him.
Lando's fingers followed the line of Max's jaw up to his defined cheekbones, where his beautiful long eyelashes fanned out and seemed to gently caress his sharp edges, making him look a desert mirage. Lando wished he was awake right now, so he could see the bright blues of his boyfriend, how impossibly clear, how deep they go, how they shone with unadulterated love and fondness whenever they gazed upon him, making his breath catch every time.
He remembers a time when it wasn't like that, in their early karting days, when they were simply rivals, that hard edge he held, the wall he placed to separate himself from everyone and everything trying to impact his focus. He remembers not being fazed by the façade, approaching him with a wave and a smile upon his lips, and it was probably the best decision of his life, when he got to know the sweetest boy under that tough exterior.
He remembers the first genuine laugh he got out of Max, how he first marvelled at the tinkling, full-bodied laughter which was music to his ears. He remembers the crinkle by his eyes and how they became mere slits as he laughed so much he might have teared up a little. Perhaps to others, that was not something to be marvelled at, but to him, Max in that moment, was the most gorgeous being in the world, incomparable to even the Seven Great Wonders.
Since that day, so long ago, Lando had strived to make Max laugh as much as he could, just to see his beauty again, his unsullied joy. It was merely a bonus that every time he managed to recreate the wonder that is Max Verstappen's laughter, a sense of pride and achievement and love spread through his entire body like a drug. He supposed that the feeling would probably be how it feels to win a grand prix.
Thinking of winning a grand prix, Lando smiled a little more. Max was his world champion. He gently lifted his hand to stroke his fingers through Max's hair, feeling the soft strands easily slip through. Regardless of the heartbreak that he lost his maiden win in Russia that same season, he was genuinely elated for his boyfriend, who won the championship. He remembers the soft hair he's stroking now tickling his neck as he hugged him tightly after Abu Dhabi, as Max whispered into his shoulder, muffled but still heard,"I couldn't have done this without you, mijn liefde, I love you so much". He could do nothing in that moment but just hold him a little tighter, a little closer, almost kissing him right there, in front of the world.
He hoped the Instagram caption had made up for it. "I got you, don't cry". What he didn't say was "I will always support you, I will always be here for you, even if the world were to turn its back on you, I will still be on your side, because I love you." The rest of the world didn't need to know what they have.
Sometimes, he wished he could simply scream to the world that Max Emilian Verstappen was his and his only, that he was the one that Lando Norris wanted to marry and live with for the rest of their human lives, but he knew he couldn't. The world was still so full of hate, and their teams were scared of the fallout it would create when they came out, and the PR disaster it would create for both of them.
He sighed thinking about it. Wasn't it a good chance to speak up about these issues then? To have representation on the grid to show the world that there's nothing wrong with being gay, that it's time for change. Why would they have to hide something so beautiful between the two of them? Because that was simply how Lando saw their relationship. Beautiful, proud, everything he could have ever wanted. Max was the best thing that ever happened to him, and he wanted the world to know, he didn't wish to hide them. He resolved that sooner rather than later, he would tell the world about them. After discussing with Max, of course.
Turning his attention back to the man laying in front of him, he realised the sun was starting to rise. Through the blinds, the first golden rays of light fell across his cheek, casting shadows that further highlighted his beauty. Lando realised, he could spend all day just looking at his boyfriend and admiring his beauty. From Lando's point of view, the light seemed to form a halo behind Max's head, and for the nth time in just a mere hour, Lando smiled in fondness, as how apt was that? Max was surely an angel, and the light rays agreed.
Not for the first time, he wondered what it would feel like to live this life for the rest of his days. To wake up to quiet mornings where everything was still, and it felt like nothing existed outside of them, and their home that they've created. In the future, would they still be living in Monaco? Would they move to a quieter place where they could just be with each other, without all the noise of the city? To have a house nestled away on top of a hill, with everything they'd ever need to create their own little home...
And what about children? There was never a doubt in Lando's mind that they would one day have children, seeing as Lando himself loved hanging out with kids, and he's seen Max with children more than enough times to know he would make an excellent dad. What would their kids' names be? How would they grow up? Would they also love racing, like their dads? He couldn't help but envision a happily-ever-after, fantasising about the day they can finally just be themselves and live the rest of their lives how they want without fear. He saw them taking midnight swims together, after the kids were asleep, to get some private time together. He saw picnics by a lake, on a warm sunny day, kids playing and laughing, rolling about in the grass. He saw laughter, and warmth, and love, and he... He wanted it so badly. Would they come?
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud "Meow" and as he rolled over, the air was knocked out of his lungs as Jimmy jumped onto his chest. Lando chuckled, and gave the cat a scritch behind the ear.
"Good morning, sweetheart... You gotta be quiet, okay? Daddy's still sleeping." Lando whispered to the cat, putting his finger up to his lips to mime being silent. Jimmy simply meowed in response.
"Where's your sister, huh?"
"She's here," a voice, raspy from sleep answered.
Lando turned to look at Max, who had awoken, cradling Sassy to his chest, giving her a chin rub. Sassy had jumped on Max much like how Jimmy had jumped on Lando, waking him up, Lando realised.
Max looked up at Lando, still blinking the sleep from his eyes.
"Good morning, beautiful."
And that was when Lando knew, yeah. The future he foresaw would come, one day. It would, as long as they continued to orbit each other as they are.
"Good morning, my love."
