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Charles Leclerc x model!reader

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summary: Charles begins a relationship with a model, but her biggest rival won't give up until Charles ends up with her.

Story with some smau. Inspired by KATSEYE's song 'Gabriela', go listen to it babes xoxo. Gabriela face claim: alexandra. A really messy timeline but don't think about it just enjoy.

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user1 weve lost him guys

user2 charles the man you are

user3 charles and gabriela together was not on my 2025 bingo card

user4 wasn't charles seen with y/n some days ago why is he now with Gabriela??

Y/n closed the computer with more force than usual. She had arrived the day before in Paris and was already looking forward to leaving and flying to the UK just to pull Gabriela's hair out.

Oh, Gabriela.

Gabriela was half-Mexican, half-English, a world-renowned model. Famously known as the "golden woman" - every man who dated Gabriela was considered a lucky man. She could have anyone she wanted, but unfortunately she only wanted one: Charles Leclerc.

Gabriela was not only known for her beauty and elegance on the catwalk. Her failed friendship with Y/n was one of the juiciest gossip topics in the industry, especially since no one knew the real reason why it all ended. The day Y/n and Gabriela's friendship broke up, another feeling was born between the two: an eternal hatred.

Gabriela and Y/n started hating each other and challenging each other in absolutely everything. If Gabriela did something Y/n had to do it better and vice versa.

But Y/n had something Gabriela wanted, but could not have: Charles Leclerc. The war had begun. It began the moment Gabriela saw Charles slip an arm around Y/n's waist and kiss her at a private after-party.

Gabriela didn't care about the consequences. If she wanted something, she would do anything to get it, and Y/n knew that. That's why seeing her sitting next to her boyfriend made her blood boil. Gabriela was already launching her attacks, now it was Y/n's turn to respond.

Later that night Y/n called Charles, he answered the call in a second.

On Y/n's computer screen appeared a wet-haired Charles, fresh from his hotel shower. "Hello, mon amor" Y/n smiled  and sat up in bed to make herself more comfortable.

"How was the game?" Charles just nodded his head as he raised his shoulders. A slightly confused answer.

"The match was good, but Gabriela sat next to me and it was a bit awkward" Charles sighed and then looked at Y/n. "sorry, now the rumours will start".

People loved to talk and the post on Vogue's Instagram that Y/n had seen hadn't gone unnoticed. They had posted a picture of Charles and Gabriela together. They weren't touching and they weren't talking either, they were just sitting together and that was enough.

Y/n played it down and they went on to talk about a different subject.

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Fashion week at Paris

user1 he is that hadsome he doen't even look real

user2 im on my knees mr leclerc

user3 gabriela is so lucky

user4 gabriela?? i will bet my life he's dating y/n not gabriela user5 gabriela and y/n's gossip keeps going and im here for it

Only one of the most handsome and elegant men in the world of sport could be one of the guests at Paris fashion week and that was Charles Leclerc.

To his good fortune his girlfriend was walking for Versace, but to his misfortune Gabriela would also be present walking for Prada. Although neither of them would be walking the same catwalk as the other, they would meet at the dinners and parties organised by the brands. Dinners to which Charles had also been invited. The perfect battlefield. Private dinners and parties where photos and videos were forbidden.

At the Versace show Charles was able to admire some of the designs thanks to the little knowledge of fashion that his girlfriend had taught him. However, the moment Y/n appeared to close the show, with her defiant gaze and wearing the collection's main design, Charles forgot everything, even how to breathe. She was beautiful and if Charles was already head over heels in love with her, now he was even more so, if that was possible.

They didn't see each other until later in the evening. Versace had arranged a dinner party that was to be attended by many important people. Neither Y/n nor Charles expected to see Gabriela there but when Y/n returned to her seat after greeting Gigi Hadid and found her biggest rival sitting next to her boyfriend trying to flirt with him her face changed completely. If Gabriela wanted to play then they would play, Y/n was not going to tolerate any flirtatious behaviour towards Charles.

"Oh, Y/n! It's been a long time since we've seen each other." Y/n replied with a fake smile. If Gabriela was going to be this fake to her then Y/n would be twice as fake.

"Right Gabriela? It's been years since we've spoken." Charles didn't know what to do - The tension could be cut with scissors and the challenging looks on the two women's faces could kill anyone who got in their way. "Dinner is about to start, I think you should go to your seat now."

"Oh! I'm sitting in my seat already, don't worry" The two let out fake laughs and Charles, who was sitting between the two, didn't know what to do.

Charles spoke little or not at all during dinner. Gabriela asked him questions in a flirtatious tone that Y/n was unable to ignore. Before Charles could say anything to Gabriela, Y/n would always go ahead and answer them for him herself, or blurt out any comment to change the subject.

They got back to their hotel around 1:25am. Y/n took off her heels as she walked through the door and threw herself on the bed, letting out a deep sigh. "I can't stand her, I hate her."

Charles knew the whole story between Gabriela and Y/n but as much as he loved his girlfriend he would never tell her that the one who was right all along in that conflict was Gabriela. However, he didn't agree with what Gabriela was trying to do now. No matter how many times or how she tried to seduce him, he had given his heart to Y/n and had decided to be with her through thick and thin and no one was going to change his mind.

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Important people walking the red carpet of the f1 movie premier in New york city.

user1 all the drivers with their girlfriends except carlos, lando and charles.

user2 charles has rumors with two models this could be the time to finish the rumors and hardlaunch but he decides to go alone

user3 maybe he's single user4 user3 denial is always the first stage

Yes, Y/n had been invited to the premiere of f1 the movie for her short appearance in the Ferrari garage. Gabriela had attended the same premiere thanks to her agency.

The red carpet had been walked by the actors of the film, the f1 drivers and the lesser known influencers. Afterwards they went to a cinema to watch the film. Once the film was over they went to a party organised by the same people who had organised the premiere.

Y/n had been trying to keep her distance from Charles at that party because very few people there knew about their relationship and it was not the time to make it public.

Or so she thought until she saw Gabriela millimetres away from Charles, rubbing her body against him. Charles was trying to pull away without being too rude, because he was polite first and foremost, and Y/n cursed her boyfriend for that.

Y/n finished her conversation with Tate McRae and said her goodbyes before turning away from her and heading in the direction of Charles and Gabriela.

Y/n grabbed Gabriela's arm and pulled her away from Charles roughly. "What do you think you're doing? He's my boyfriend Gabriela and whatever you're trying it's not going to work." Y/n was furious and Gabriela was enjoying every second of watching Y/n holding back the urge to kill her.

Sure Gabriela liked Charles, but she loved seeing Y/n's face every time she got close to him even more. She also loved knowing that she was finally getting her revenge on Y/n.

"How does it feel Y/n...seeing me with your boyfriend every chance I get" Gabriela's tone was defiant and her gaze didn't waver.

"You could have anyone here Gabriela, but Charles has come with me and he's going with me too."

"I thought so too" Gabriela replied nonchalantly, but she was annoyed. Annoyed that Y/n didn't seem to remember what had happened between them. March fucking 3rd, 2023. Gabriela had that date marked in her memory. The day she saw Y/n flirting with her boyfriend at a party and a month later discovered that he was cheating on her with Y/n, her best friend.

"What are you talking about?" This time Gabriela was really offended. That question had been too much and had confirmed her suspicions. Y/n really didn't remember.

"I don't know, maybe that you took my boyfriend away from me without giving a shit that I was your best friend?" Gabriela's sarcastic and angry tone made Y/n startled. She remembered everything and now, looking at it from another point of view, she understood that she did wrong and that Gabriela had every right to be angry.

Gabriel shook her head and looked at Y/n with a molten frown. "Never mind, I got what I wanted, a reaction from you. Besides, Charles loves you way too much to hurt you." Gabriela took a step to leave, but stopped short. "Congratulations, you've won."

Gabriela left without another glance at Y/n. On the other hand, Y/n was still taking in all the information and watching Gabriela leave, and when she finally left the place Y/n turned around and went straight to Charles.

Charles looked at her. But he didn't look at her with surprise for appearing out of nowhere in front of him, or with suspicion for not knowing what Y/n was going to do. He looked at her as if she was the only person in the world. He looked at her with love and adoration. He didn't know what Y/n intended, but he trusted her and if she wanted to reveal their relationship there and now he wasn't going to stop her because he loved her and would love her just as intensely publicly as he did privately.

Then Y/n grabbed Charles by the face and kissed him. Charles responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his body.

There was nothing more powerful in this world than rumours. Rumours could ruin lives and careers, but they could also do the opposite and help someone rise to stardom. At the time both Charles and Y/n didn't care about the rumours anymore, if people wanted to talk then let them talk. They were happy and in love and nothing and no one was going to change that.

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Prince! Lando Norris x Bridgerton! Reader

genre: romantic, love at first sight, slowburn

A diamond must be in the most exquisite and perfect jewel in the world, which is why the Queen invites her nephew, the Prince of Belgium, to this season; to marry her beautiful diamond.

Chapter 1: Enchanted

Chapter 2: Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Chapter 3: Delicate

Chapter 4: Say Don't Go

Chapter 5: Coming soon...

Chapter 6: Coming soon...

Chapter 7: Coming soon...

Chapter 8: Coming soon...

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‼️fem!reader. Bridgerton au. Based on the netflix serie. The series' characters appear in this serie as well as some invented characters created by me. The only formula one driver appearing will be Lando Norris. None of the wags will make an appearance either. The story takes part in an invented season.‼️

CHAPTER 4: Say Don't Go

Prince! Lando Norris x Bridgerton! Reader

genre: romantic, love at first sight

Summary: A diamond must be in the most exquisite and perfect jewel in the world, which is why the Queen invites her nephew, the Prince of Belgium, to this season; to marry her beautiful diamond.

Word count (this chapter): 2k

‼️fem!reader. Based on the netflix serie. The story takes part in an invented season between season 2 and 3. ‼️ Sorry, it took me a while to write again but here I am!

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The season is progressing harmoniously. The ladies seem to be already engaged to their suitors and weddings are closer than ever. The favourite activity of mothers; choosing the wedding dress and ordering floral arrangements for the long awaited day, has finally arrived.

However, this author has not been able to overlook the fact that Prince Lando has not yet asked Lady Kathleen Duxbury for her hand in marriage. Could it be that the prince is having second thoughts? Or maybe there is a third person in all this romance.

While the Duxbury household seems to be debating whether to begin marriage arrangements, even without an engagement ring on their daughter's hand, the Bridgerton household is not entertaining the idea of a wedding at all. Miss Y/n Bridgerton seems to be turning down each and every one of her suitors. Not very polite of her.

Lando's boots were covered in mud, as were his jacket and trousers. He had spent that morning again with Y/n Bridgerton. Hiding in the trees, talking and drawing. Their conversations were complex but easy to follow. They understood each other and because of that the atmosphere between the two of them was becoming more comfortable. So comfortable that it almost seemed as if they had known each other for years.

Lando, still with mud on his clothes, entered the castle to take a bath and get ready for the rest of the day. However, the queen greeted him as soon as he entered the castle. Charlotte was serious and stiff. In her hand was the pamphlet that had arrived that morning from Lady Whistledown. Lando challenged her with his eyes. He had not read the pamphlet, but he could already imagine what Lady Whistledown might have written.

"May I have a word with you, nephew?" Charlotte's voice was hard and defiant.

Lando, undaunted by his aunt's superiority, raised his head confidently and nodded. "Certainly."

The prince followed the queen through the corridors of the palace until they reached the same room where the debutantes were introduced at the beginning of the season. Lando had never been in that particular room before, but it was just as ostentatious and gaudy as the others. The walls of the room were covered with gold and decorated with paintings. It had no furniture, only a throne in the centre of the room, where the queen took a seat.

"Right here I chose Miss Duxbury as this season's diamond. I chose her for her impeccable image and unspeakable beauty. I chose her especially for you. However, it seems that you are not reciprocating my judgement" The queen, still looking at Lando with a hard look in her eyes.

Lando, self-conscious of his aunt's superiority, averted his gaze and looked down at the ground without lowering his head. He regained his composure quickly and cleared his throat. "I don't know what image you may have had of my behaviour, your majesty, but I can assure you that Miss Kathleen has been receiving visits and gifts from me" Lando assured with a smile.

"I believe you, but I also believe that someone else may have been enjoying your company." The queen's tone had grown darker. The corners of Lando's lips drooped and the air left his lungs. He took another quick breath, but the queen had already noticed the change in her nephew's attitude and composure.

What Lady Whistledown had said was no lie, and her nephew, with a single unintentional movement, had confirmed it.

The afternoon after lunch at Bridgerton House had passed quietly. Daphne, the eldest daughter of the Bridgertons and married to the Duke of Hastings, had come to the family home for a visit. Everyone thought Daphne's visit was because her son's birthday was in a few weeks, to allow the family to see him before his first birthday. However, the real reason was written in a letter that had reached the Duchess, written and signed by Y/n Bridgerton.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon Daphne left her son in the care of her mother and siblings. She went to the corner of the room, where Y/n was reading a book, and sat down beside her. "Would you like to go for a walk sister?" Daphne's smile was sincere and kind. Y/n put the book down on the chair and grabbed her sister's arm.

Before leaving the house the two said their goodbyes and went out into the gardens. Their topic of conversation was too private to discuss in the presence of their family, and too scandalous to bring up in front of the whole village.

"So, tell me your problem, then," Daphne's voice was just as calm as her walk. Y/n felt that her sister would never judge her, and no matter how complicated the situation was, she would always try to help her find a solution.

"There is someone," Y/n then saw her sister's eyes light up "but he's already courting someone else," Daphne stopped walking and looked at Y/N with wide eyes.

"You know I would never judge you," Y/n, nervous about what her sister was about to say, looked away. "Falling in love with a man who is already courting someone is scandalous. The village can't find out, your reputation and that of the family would be in jeopardy."

Y/n released her grip on her sister's arm and covered her face with her hands. "I know, I know. I've had this conversation too many times with Anthony already, but whenever I try to get away from him..." Y/n took a deep breath and uncovered her face, looking forlornly at Daphne. "It's like we're a magnet for each other, we always find a way, unintentionally, to find each other again."

Daphne understood that what her sister needed at that moment was support. She had already been judged too many times by her brother, she didn't need more people telling her how badly she was doing things.

"Tell me," Daphne spoke, linking her arms again and continuing to walk, "Who is this person?"

"That's the problem.” Daphne tried to keep her composure after hearing her sister's complaint. She mentally prepared herself for whatever her sister was going to say, but she didn't prepare herself enough for what she said next. "It's Lando. Prince Lando Norris of Belgium."

Y/n noticed how Daphne's grip lost strength and how she almost tripped over her own foot as she took a step forward. "You have to finish whatever you started with the prince. If the queen finds out Y/n... She's capable of anything. You have to stop seeing him or talking to him or whatever you were doing. If the people found out it would be a horrible scandal. It could bring down the whole family. Our reputation would be destroyed forever."

Daphne hadn't meant to be so harsh, but the situation was complicated and the only possible solution was that one, as bad as it sounded. Tears began to fall uncontrollably from Y/n's eyes. Daphne hugged her sister and she hugged her back, forcibly crumpling her dress.

"Do you really love him?" Daphne dared to ask. Y/n, her head still tucked on her sister's shoulder, nodded.

"It's like nothing matters when I'm with him. He looks at me like I'm special, like I'm the only person in the world, in his world. And I look at him the same way." Y/n's voice came out choppy with tears, but every word was sincere.

Daphne hugged her again with pity. Her sister had met the love of her life, but sadly they could not be together.

As the end of the season approached, the parties became more and more ostentatious. Each family sought to outdo the previous ball in order to show society their fortune and the luxuries they possessed.

Y/n had not been able to miss that ball. Neither could Kathleen, least of all the prince, who was accompanied by his aunt: the Queen.

Y/n had been thinking about her sister's words all evening, and during the evening the conversation had not left her mind. She thought it best that night to try to get as far away from the prince as possible. He would not seek her out either, she was sure of that. It was too much of a risk with the queen present for the evening.

Although many of the men were already engaged to a lady, there were still some who were still looking for a wife. These men approached Y/n looking for a dance, but she politely turned them down.

Y/n wasn't quite sure why she found it so hard to breathe that particular night. Maybe it was her coset that was tighter than usual. Or maybe it was the sheer number of people in one place. Or more likely it was the presence of the prince, who kept looking for her with his eyes despite the risks.

Y/n's breaths became deeper and more irregular. She put down her glass on the nearest table and left the place, going out into the gardens to get some fresh air and try to calm down.

Once outside her breaths slowly began to calm and regulate. She was far from the house, no one could see her from that distance. Whether she was alone or with someone, if they noticed she wasn't present at the party there would be a scandal. So once her breathing returned to normal she turned to go back to the house, but she froze when she saw the person right in front of her.

"Y/n-"

"Lando-"

They had already lost all formalities after being together so long that they didn't bother mentioning each other's titles. Y/n's eyes were wider than usual, and although Lando seemed calm, his fists were clenched tighter than usual, suggesting that he was nervous too.

"You shouldn't be here, your majesty, you might cause a scandal."

"Now you're going to refer to me with formalities?" Lando joked, trying to calm the atmosphere.

Y/n wanted to run, get out of there and get back to the ball like it was nothing, but her feet weren't moving and it didn't look like they had any intention of doing so either. However, Lando did move forward, approaching Y/n slowly.

"I have spoken to the queen. I will stop courting Miss Kathleen Duxbury and return to Belgium." Lando's words did not come out with his usual confidence, as if he was unsure of what he was saying.

"I think that's right. Maybe in Belgium you can find someone more suitable to be your wife." Y/n tried to keep her gaze steady on Lando's eyes.

"I don't think so. I don't think I'll find anyone in Belgium if I've already found her here," Lando stopped once he was close to Y/n, just a step away from touching.

"Then you'll find someone like her. Someone who can be a queen" Y/n couldn't stand the intensity with which Lando was looking at her and looked away, staring at the ground.

"You don't understand Y/n. If you ask me to stay I won't leave" The sentence came out of Lando's mouth in desperation. He wanted to finally cut the distance, to embrace her and, if she would let him, to kiss her. Ever since he had met her he had dreamed of kissing her, of making her his. To be the two of them, to be together no matter what Lady Whistledown or society might say.

Y/n looked at him again, hesitant, but trying to hide it under a false assurance she was trying to convey with her posture. "Then go."

Lando hadn't expected that answer. His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised slightly, showing his surprise. "That is what you really think?"

Y/n nodded and looked away quickly. When she was finally able to move, she walked past Lando, almost touching his arm with her shoulder, and returned to the room where the dance was taking place.

Maybe that was the best thing: to keep Lando as far away as possible, to never think of him again, never see him again. As much as it pained Y/n, she knew she had done the right thing. This way she could protect herself and her family. Her name would never appear again in Whistledown and maybe next season she would meet her future husband.

CHAPTER 2: Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Prince! Lando Norris x Bridgerton! Reader

genre: romantic, love at first sight, slowburn

Summary: A diamond must be in the most exquisite and perfect jewel in the world, which is why the Queen invites her nephew, the Prince of Belgium, to this season; to marry her beautiful diamond.

Word count (this chapter): 2.5k

‼️fem!reader. Based on the netflix serie (YOU DO NOT NEED TO WATCH THE NETFLIX SERIE IN ORDER TO READ THIS). The serie's characters appear in this serie as well as some invented characters created by me. The only formula one driver appearing will be Lando Norris. The story takes part in an invented season between season 2 and 3. ‼️

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If you ask this author I would honestly tell you that looks are everything. You can tell if someone loves a person by the way their pupils dilate every time they look at each other. You can sense the power and hatred in a person just by looking into their eyes. You can feel the sadness, the boredom, the excitement, but what kind of look did the now popular prince of Belgium have last night? His eyes were darting between Miss Kathleen Duxbury and another mysterious girl present at the ball.

If there is one thing the Queen hates more than being wrong, it is to see the pairings she forms broken. Let us hope this is not the case, Your Majesty. After two failed pairings already, involving the Bridgertons, let's hope this third one is different. And this time without any Bridgertons involved.

The next morning Y/n woke up with a horrible pain in her feet and last night's hairstyle still on, almost intact except for a few hairs that had been dishevelled during the night.

The evening had ended late and during the ball she had to dance with several men. Many more than had ever danced with her in her entire life. When she finished dancing with one, it was her turn to dance with another even worse than the last. Some danced badly. Others danced decently, but talked only about themselves and their family wealth. And lastly, there were those who would insult her and belittle her just because she was a woman.

Not one good man, not a single one. It had only been two nights since the season had started and already she was giving up on finding a man she could love and marry. Everyone was a hopeless case.

However, Y/n would be lying if she said she didn't find one man interesting. Unfortunately that man had been the prince of Belgium, whom the queen had invited specifically to marry Kathleen. He was handsome and when they looked at each other she felt something. Something she couldn't explain.

Y/n got up from her bed and got dressed. She undid last night's hairstyle and arranged her hair in a simpler but decent way. She knew perfectly well that as soon as she came downstairs she wouldn't even have time for breakfast. Surely she would have an immensely long queue of men looking to court her and later marry her.

Before leaving her room she combed her hair with her hands one last time and smoothed her dress. Just as her hand was about to touch the handle the door opened dramatically.

"What are you still doing here? You know you have duties to perform." Anthony's expression was unreadable. He was stressed as well as angry and annoyed. You could also tell there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Excuse me, I was woken up later than usual" Y/n apologised. Anthony was right, she should have been downstairs a few minutes ago now, but she was so tired she had trouble getting out of bed.

Both siblings went downstairs to greet all the men from London and beyond who had come to her house just to see her.

At the palace, the scene was quieter. The prince was eatin breakfast quietly with the queen in the palace gardens. The tea was exquisite, and the food was delicious.

The silence and stillness was broken when one of the queen's servants arrived with two pamphlets on a golden tray. Lando frowned as the queen took both papers, placing them on the table and beginning to read one of the pamphlets.

Lady Whistledown’s Society Paper.

Having read the name at the top of the paper, he remembered what Lady Danbury had told him the day before: "Lady Whistledown has eyes everywhere, and nobody knows who she is. She can ruin anyone with a single word. Be careful, your highness.”

One scandal and someone's reputation, and their entire family, could be ruined and their social status completely destroyed.

While he had no interest in reading such information, he was afraid that he might be affected by the writer.

"I see you were distracted at the ball yesterday." The queen's words snapped Lando out of his trance. He looked at her with a frown. He didn't understand why she would say that to him.

"Pardon me, your highness?"

The queen turned her gaze from the pamphlet to look her nephew in the eye. Then she handed him the paper so that he could read what was written on it himself.

“…but what kind of look did the now popular prince of Belgium have last night? His eyes were darting between Miss Kathleen Duxbury and another mysterious girl present at the ball.”

"I can assure you that this information is not true your majesty. Last night my attention was entirely with Miss Kathleen Duxbury." Lando defended himself, laying the paper on the table.

The queen only nodded, but in her gaze one could see defiance and a certain distrust. While she wanted to believe her nephew she knew all too well that at his age men rarely only noticed one woman.

In the end, however, Lando danced all night with Kathleen and what had happened could not be considered a scandal as such. So the queen decided to put the matter aside, but not before repeating to her nephew a few warnings that he would have to memorise well.

"One last thing Lando," the queen added, taking a last sip of her tea. "Remember that, even if you are the only one courting Kathleen, there will be more men who want to be in your position and, at the slightest slip of the tongue, they will step forward." Lando nodded.

He knew that well. He knew that Kathleen attracted the attention of many and that, rather than working against him, gave him an advantage and at the same time fed his ego. Being the only one capable of courting the girl at that moment, no matter how hard others tried, gave him a sense of superiority.

Although, letting a man dance a song with Kathleen would give him the opportunity to meet more people. Whether these were the gentlemen of London, to bond with work interests, or the beautiful women, like that girl from the night before. Long hair neatly tied back in curls and a lilac dress.

He hadn't been able to get her out of his mind since he saw her at the beginning of the ball. Lando only needed her name to ease his conscience. Or so he thought.

Y/n looked at herself in the large mirror in her room. For this ball she had chosen a blue dress with flowers embroidered with rhinestones. White gold jewellery to complement it. Her hair was half up and wavy with a white headdress and diamonds adorning her hairstyle. She looked and felt beautiful.

She knew that she was not only going to attract the stares of men, who seemed hungry to possess her every time a woman passed by. Mothers and daughters would also stare at her. The difference between the gazes of one and the other was that some looked with desire and others with jealousy. So far, Y/n had not seen anyone look at her with admiration, except the night before.

The prince of Belgium was handsome, quite handsome. He stood out from the rest. He and Kathleen made a perfect couple. His brown skin and dark curls had a unique essence, and his mesmerising blue eyes contrasted perfectly.

To think that with just a simple collision of glances Y/n already felt a special connection, an immediate curiosity. She wanted, no. She needed to know more about him. Not with the intention of marrying him, because the prince was already almost engaged to Kathleen and if she stole her future husband from Miss Duxbury it would be a horrible scandal. A scandal from which her family would never recover.

The prince had occupied her thoughts all day. Imagining different scenarios in which they could meet, nothing out of the ordinary. Or so she thought. She was trying to convince herself that she was just curious to meet him. Being a prince and from another country he surely had a lot to tell. But deep down Y/n felt a strange attraction to him that she'd never felt for anyone before, and that scared her.

Violet appeared in the doorway of her daughter's room, ready to leave for the ball. Y/n turned away from the mirror and left the room with her mother to go to where the ball was to be held.

Once they arrived at the party, people were already dancing in the centre of the room. Others were in the corners chatting about business, or sharing gossip. One of the couples dancing were Kathleen and the prince. She was smiling and laughing, while the prince, with a polite smile, was telling her something.

Once the music ended Kathleen and Lando bowed to conclude the dance. "I am going to the snack table. Would you care for anything Miss Duxbury?" She just shook her head, but not before thanking him for the gesture.

Lando walked off in the direction of the appetizer table leaving Kathleen alone for a moment. A moment that Lord Norwood did not miss. As soon as he saw Kathleen alone, he approached her: "May I have this dance, Miss Duxbury?

To refuse a man a dance was very bad manners, so, though she had to dance with the prince, surely a single dance with Lord Norwood would not be a cause for scandal. She smiled and accepted his proposal. Lord Norwood led her to the centre of the room to wait for the next dance.

While that was going on, Lando was in another corner of the room, inspecting the sweet appetizers that were laid out for everyone at that table. When he reached out to grab a grape, his hand was met by another hand reaching for the ice cream, causing them to collide.

"I'm sorry, your majesty, I didn't-"

"Forgive me, Miss I-"

They both spoke at the same time to apologise. Lando looked up and found the beautiful girl who had mesmerised him the night before. Up close she was even more beautiful.

"Forgive me your highness, I didn't mean to. I didn't see you were here and I just reached out my hand to grab anything, to calm my nerves." Y/n's nerves were noticeable. Lando only shook his head dismissively.

"Don't worry, it's no big deal, miss..." Lando stretched out the last word for Y/n to complete the sentence by telling him her name.

"Bridgerton. Miss Y/n Bridgerton." Lando's smile grew. He already knew her name and it was just as beautiful as she was. "Weren't you supposed to dance with Miss Kathleen Duxbury?"

Y/n's question took the prince by surprise, who turned his head sharply to find Miss Duxbury talking comfortably with Lord Norwood as they waited for the music to begin.

"Yes, indeed, but it seems she already has a partner for the next dance. I'll have to wait until it's my turn again." Lando fixed his gaze on Y/n who seemed to scan the entire room. "Looking for someone?"

Y/n looked at Lando, surprised that he was still there, talking to her. "No, well. Actually yes, I am looking for my brother. He told me this afternoon that he would introduce me to a man to dance with me and I know he's doing it to get me married as soon as possible, but I want to wait, I want to meet someone first." Y/n looked at Lando as he caught his breath after saying everything quickly and all at once "Besides, my brother doesn't know how to choose very well."

"So you're looking for him to hide once you find him, right?"

Y/n was silent for a second. That was exactly what she was doing, but hearing her plan said by the prince had caused her embarrassment and her cheeks had flushed because of it. Lando seeing her reaction let out a light laugh.

"Well, I reckon rather than hide it is better to keep yourself busy, so you have an excuse not to dance with the lord your brother introduces you to." Lando's idea wasn't bad, but it was confusing.

Seeing Y/n's confused expression, Lando spoke again to explain his plan. "I mean, seeing as I have no partner for this dance and you intend to run away from yours, I propose that we dance together." The prince held out his hand and Y/n took it. Together they walked to the centre of the dance floor and once the music started, they too began to dance.

 To Y/n's surprise Lando danced quite well. Much better than anyone she had ever danced with before. And somehow it even felt right.

Almost as if they had known each other for a long time Y/n spoke confidently. "So your highness, you know my name, but I don't know yours."

"Prince Lando Norris, of Belgium." Lando smiled, and so did Y/n. They were both enjoying each other's company. They were so immersed in themselves that they were not worrying about what Lady Whistledown would say the next day. Whistledown would speak, no doubt. And not only would the ton read it, so would the queen and Y/n's siblings, especially Anthony.

Lando spoke again, "So, how do you like to occupy your free time Miss Bridgerton?"

"I draw. I paint." Y/n smiled and looked towards a corner of the room, where his brother Benedict was talking to other gentlemen. "My brother Benedict taught me."

Lando raised his eyebrows curiously. His smile never faded, "Intriguing. Will I ever get to see your drawings miss?"

"A rather indecent question, considering you are here to court Miss Kathleen Duxbury."

"You are right. Then I suppose I shall be left intrigued."

Neither had stopped smiling. Lando was glad he'd been left without a partner for that dance, and Y/n was glad she'd bumped into Lando. It was turning out to be one of their best dances so far. But it was short lived, because as soon as the music ended Y/n felt her arm being grabbed roughly and pulled swiftly away from the prince.

"What were you thinking? The prince is here to court Miss Duxbury. Now everyone is going to talk about you Y/n. That was unacceptable." Anthony spoke with a noticeable anger. But he was right, Y/n should not have agreed to dance with the prince. But deep down she had no regrets. And deep down she wished she could talk to him again, at least one more time.

CHAPTER 3: Delicate

Prince! Lando Norris x Bridgerton! Reader

genre: romantic, love at first sight

Summary: A diamond must be in the most exquisite and perfect jewel in the world, which is why the Queen invites her nephew, the Prince of Belgium, to this season; to marry her beautiful diamond.

Word count (this chapter): 1.8k

‼️fem!reader. Based on the netflix serie. The story takes part in an invented season between season 2 and 3. ‼️

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Dearest gentle reader, while at this point in the season there are already several men courting ladies, there are some who are still exploring their options. I wouldn't want to get ahead of myself, or assume anything before its time. You know this author for always telling the truth, but this time allow me the pleasure of doubt. Well it transpired yesterday, that the prince granted a single dance to none other than Miss Y/n Bridgerton.

If it wasn't already known that this peculiar guest of the queen is courting (or so we believe) Miss Kathleen Duxbury, everyone in the ton would believe that Prince Lando is completely available and inspecting the women who catch his eye.

Unfortunately that is not the case. The Queen has already made it very clear that her nephew came specifically to marry Miss Duxbury. However, doubt and mystery is allowed and the enigma of the unique dance between the prince and Miss Y/n Bridgerton will be quite a popular topic in Mayfair. Who isn't attracted to a good mystery?

The morning had been stressful. After receiving Lady Whistledown’s issue Anthony and Y/n began an argument. He reminded her again what her duty was and what she would have to do not to ruin her family name. On the other hand, Y/n contradicted him and defended herself, telling him that the dance had meant nothing.

Now, Y/n was sitting on the grass, her back against a tree, drawing a sketch of the landscape in front of her. She didn't go to the forest often, but she would surely return during these days. It was a quiet place, with no one around, where she could rest and think about herself while doing what she liked.

She had been there a couple of times before. It was a field quite far from the houses, but little visited by men when they went hunting. That particular place had quite a few trees, but not too many, and not too tall either. That's all there was: trees, grass, flowers and an occasional squirrel.

It was a quiet place where only she went until she heard the footsteps of another horse behind her. Panic ran through her body. If that person was her brother then she was in big trouble.

It wasn't until the person leaned his body against the same tree she was leaning against and spoke that she knew she was somehow safe from another of Anthony's tedious chatter.

"I didn't think I'd meet anyone here, really."

Y/n raised her head to look at the person next to her. Lando had his arms crossed and his shoulder leaning against the tree, bearing his weight against it. He had a smile on his face, as if he was glad to have met her in such an unusual place.

And maybe that was the case.

Y/n set the watercolours and canvas on the ground and rose quickly to bow. She didn't think she was going to meet anyone there, but if that were the case (which it was) the person she least expected to meet was Prince Lando.

"No need for such formality now Miss Bridgerton." Y/n opened her mouth to protest, but Lando stepped forward. "In fact, you may call me Lando."

"Excuse me Prince Lando." Y/n didn't quite know what exactly she was apologizing for, most likely the bow.

"No, just Lando, don't say prince."

"Alright... Lando." Saying his name sounded odd, but it didn't feel wrong. Lando smiled, sitting down on the floor where Y/n was sitting before.

"Do you intend to stand all day?" asked Lando, tapping the floor next to him, telling Y/n to sit down. Y/n obeyed and sat down next to the prince.

She never thought she would ever hear a prince speak to her in such an informal way, as if they had known each other for many years and had a great deal of trust between them.

She went back to grabbing her canvas and painting materials to put them away, or do anything to escape this awkward moment.

She and Lando were alone. A man and a woman. A prince practically engaged and a lady in search of a husband. Either way, if anyone saw them it would be a scandal.

"I should go, this isn't right." Y/n's nervousness showed in her voice.

Y/n was uneasy about the possibility of reappearing at Lady Whistledown's issue and putting her family's reputation in jeopardy. Being alone with Lando had made her very nervous, especially after the argument she had with her brother that morning.

On the other hand, Lando felt lucky to have run into Y/n. Ever since the dance he had felt the need to be by her side, to talk to her. He needed her, but her desire to leave caught him by surprise. He had sworn that deep down Y/n felt the same way.

"No one will see us here Y/n, no one comes to this place." Lando rested his hand on top of Y/n's as he looked into her eyes. Y/n felt her breath catch.

"That's what I thought until you came and I wasn't alone anymore. If the two of us came, anyone can come too."

"But they will not come." Lando assured her.

Y/n wasn't so sure, but decided to trust Lando. She relaxed her grip on the canvas. Lando pulled his hand away.

"What were you doing? Before I came." The prince looked briefly at the canvas with a vague sketch of the landscape and her horse.

"I was drawing. I like to draw, it calms me. I was taught by my brother Benedict." Y/n began to talk about her passion for art and all that her brother had taught her. Lando listened attentively. Her voice was mesmerizing, he could listen to her forever.

The prince's attention was divided between the story Y/n was telling with enthusiasm and her beauty. But his attention was increasingly focused on her face. He reached a point where he continued to listen to her, but without paying attention at all.  He was simply admiring her. One question from Y/n was enough to wake Lando from his trance.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Lando's question rather than annoying Y/n made her laugh. It was a soft, short laugh. A laugh that made Lando smile.

"I asked you about the activities you usually do in your free time."

"Do you really think a prince has time for hobbies?" Lando joked saying the phrase with a sarcastic tone and false self-centredness. However, Y/n didn't get the joke and was surprised. "Pardon me, it was a joke." Y/n shook her head, downplaying it.

The conversation flowed comfortably. Every now and then they let out a laugh or two. For both of them that moment felt good, it felt real. They didn't have to hold back to make themselves look good to society, they could be themselves, and that was what was appealing to both of them.

Y/n had learned that Lando was a curious and outgoing person. He had a sense of humour and his jokes made Y/n laugh instantly.

Lando discovered that Y/n was not as shy as he thought, she was quite outgoing, but the fear of jeopardizing her family's reputation limited her a lot. She was a peculiar person. She had unique and different, but interesting ideas.

They both had things in common, like riding horses. Even though Y/n didn't do it as much anymore, she had always liked it. She learned thanks to his brother Anthony, he taught her. He also gave her her horse.  

Lando did ride his horse more often. He liked to go out and be alone with himself and his thoughts, just as Y/n did.

"So how many children do you teach horse riding in total?" Y/n asked as she ate a grape from the bunch she had brought from home.

"Before I came here I was teaching five children, but I do it because I like it, I'm not looking for anything in return." Lando replied as he stole a grape from Y/n.

"They must miss you."  Y/n glared at him. Lando didn't stop smiling. "They seem to like you a lot."

"I'm their favorite." Lando said proudly. He looked to the sky, the sun getting closer and closer to the horizon.

They had been talking together for hours. No one had seen them. They had been able to be calm and they had been able to get to know the real version of each other.

From that day on, Lando will always remember that Y/n's favourite colour is green. That she hates oranges and that grapes are her favourite fruit. He will remember that her beautiful white horse had been a gift from her older brother and that at the age of eleven she had named him 'Vanilla'.

Y/n will remember that Lando is not only a prince, but also a horse riding instructor. She will remember the anecdote about his first royal ball and how he ended up breaking one of the windows of the ballroom because of his clumsiness. An anecdote that took a while to tell because of all the pauses they had to make to laugh and catch their breath afterwards.

They had learned a lot from each other and, rather than seeing each other as two people with titles who were obliged to speak formaly to each other because of their social status, they saw each other as real people.

Y/n didn't usually go to that place in the forest, but when she did it was in search of quiet and privacy. She sought to be alone, isolating herself from everything and everyone. But maybe after that day the reason for going there was different. It may also be that, instead of going once or twice a month as she did before, this time her visits would be more continuous.

Now she had a reason to go to that side of the forest and he had a reason to return to that place he had found by chance. Though the only thing 'by chance' had been to see Y/n on her horse in the distance heading for that place. Following her and talking to her had been Lando's idea.

Y/n was returning home with an unfinished drawing and doubts about her feelings for Lando on her mind. But Lando was returning to the palace happy and sure of his feelings. And, although Y/n believed that she was still not entirely sure about this issue, the truth was that the two of them were in love with each other and had been from the moment they saw each other, and it had only taken one afternoon and one long conversation to prove it.