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The weeks following (Y/n)âs eighteenth birthday unfolded like pages in a well-loved bookâeach one tender, intimate, unhurried. It wasnât just the physical side of their relationship that had deepened. It was the way she reached for his hand first now, the way he memorized her coffee order down to the foam pattern, the way they fought and made up like any normal coupleâexcept, of course, they werenât quite normal.
They existed in the seams between Landoâs hectic public world and her disciplined academic one. But slowly, those seams began to stitch together.
It was a quiet Thursday when she showed up at the paddock.
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No disguises this time. Just her, in a McLaren jacket that Lando had draped over her shoulders that morning, eyes lit with the confidence of someone who no longer had to hide.
Zak had been the first to spot her.
âHey,â he greeted with a friendly grin. âYou must beâŚâ
â(Y/n),â she said, holding out her hand. âPilot student. Friend. Landoâs⌠friend.â She gave a small shrug, trying to sound casual.
Zak just chuckled, shaking his head. âI know,â he said, still smiling. âWelcome to the team, unofficially.â
Lando was already waiting inside his garage, pacing with the kind of nervous energy that usually only showed up before qualifying. When he saw her, he broke into a grin.
âYou didnât think I would?â
He pulled her in for a hug. âNo, I did. I just didnât expect you to be this confident about it.â
She whispered against his neck, âI donât have to hide anymore. Neither do you.â
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That weekend, she sat in the McLaren hospitality suiteâsurrounded by Oscar, Lily, Zak, and now even Landoâs parents. Cisca had been polite, sweet even, asking (Y/n) about her studies and passion for flying.
It wasnât until the second day that Landoâs father approached her.
âI hear youâre the one whoâs made him⌠different.â
(Y/n) didnât quite know how to respond. âIs that a bad thing?â
His father gave a small smile. âNot at all. Just rare to see him this grounded.â
She nodded, understanding more than he probably realized. âHeâs given me more than I could ever repay.â
âMaybe. But I think heâd say the same.â
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After the race, Lando finishing on the podium again, they went back to his place in Monaco. It had become a sanctuary of sorts. The balcony overlooked the sea, and they watched the sky fade from blue to gold, their fingers intertwined on the lounge chair.
âIâve been thinking,â he said.
âThatâs dangerous.â
He laughed. âSeriously. About your future.â
âFlying. Your dreams. The stuff you put on pause for me.â
She frowned. âI didnât pause anything. Youâve helped me get here.â
âI know. But I donât want to be the reason you compromise. I want to build something with you. Not around you.â
Her chest tightened. âYouâre not holding me back, Lando. Youâre pushing me forward. You always have.â
He cupped her cheek. âPromise me something, then.â
âWhen you get your license, take me flying.â
She grinned. âDeal. But I crash land us, you canât complain.â
âDeal. As long as Iâm with you.â
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Three months later, she stood on the tarmac, headset in place, eyes scanning the Cessna she was cleared to fly for her solo.
He watched from the ground, next to her instructor, heart thudding not from fearâbut awe.
When she took off, smooth and sure, the pride in his chest felt too big to contain. She was doing it. Becoming what she was always meant to be.
After she landed and jumped down the ladder with her helmet in hand, she ran straight into his arms.
âWhat did I look like?â
âLike the sky finally found who it belonged to.â
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Later that evening, they lay in bed, her head on his chest, their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Rain tapped softly on the windows, and the air smelled like lavender and sea salt.
âDo you think weâll last?â she asked, voice small.
He turned to face her, brushing a hand down her cheek.
âI think we already have.â
She smiled. âItâs scary. How much I love you.â
âThen weâre both terrified.â
He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, soft and steady.
And in that kiss, they werenât pilot and driver, student and celebrity, sugar baby and sugar daddy.
They were just two people who found something in each other the world told them they shouldnât.
But love doesnât ask for permission.
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đ Note from the Author:
Hey, my lovely Alarwynnites! đ
So⌠this is officially the last chapter of Flight Risk, though I might add a bonus scene as another mini-chapter exploring a glimpse of their future.
I just want to thank everyone who read, reblogged, liked, or even quietly lurked along for this journey. You all made this little fanfic feel so special đĽšâ¨.
I know this is probably the shortest fanfic Iâve ever written BHFSJBSUB, so Iâm really sorry about that! Iâve been itching to post the Isack Hadjar one HAHAHA, but⌠Lando really stole the spotlight this time, huh? Very, very popular guy đ
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Anyway! Tune in for the next title, Iâll try to update as much as possible and tick off some of the many titles I have lined up (some havenât even been proofread yet T^T).
