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── .✦ a landoposition sideblog dedicated to writing !
hi, hi! if you're here, i suppose you know me from my main blog! if you don't, my name's lau and i'm from brazil! i'm a lando fan first, human being second! for more info about me, check here !
anyways, this is my masterlist + shipping info ! i'll only post about my fics in this account, like blurbs & sneak peeks! i hope you enjoy your stay <3 my account on ao3 is lavendermemoriess ! dividers by dollywons
some norrussell post-race comfort because i am going through it! 841 words and pretty much just fluff! also some lowkey 81 slander whoooooops
ʚɞ rated t, 7.6k words, tsunorris
⊱ this work is part of the rarepair fest! it's a 5+1 about cooking <3 this is pretty much just fluff
Lando walked over to the stove, wrapping his arms around Yuki’s waist and pressing his nose to the top of his head. Lando had to bend over quite a lot, but he didn't mind. One of his hands was splayed over Yuki’s abs, the other tracing mindless patterns against his ribs as he peppered kisses all over Yuki’s head and cheeks, smiling softly at the redness creeping up on Yuki’s face.
“Stop that, I’m making breakfast for us,” Yuki complained, but Lando felt his back lean against his chest, messy black hair pressed against his skin. Lando straightened up and glanced at the pan, his smile being immediately replaced by a distasteful frown.
ʚɞ rated m, 10.3k words, angsty carlando <3
Lando had always admired the way Carlos raced, but he hadn't realized how much he missed seeing it in a car equal to his, the dark green helmet — a much needed change after years of Ferrari red and yellow, if you asked Lando — tucked between the black and orange of the McLaren flying around the track.
ʚɞ rated m, chapter 1/?, currently at 1.9k words, tsunorris !
“I wouldn't even think of that, Yukino,” Daniel said, pushing the entire door open and lightly pushing Lando ahead, who was still busy staring at the man, his mouth agape. Black hair falling on his eyes — damn, the eyes seemed like they'd draw Lando into a dark pond. The man was practically all eyes and a crooked smile, a gap between his front teeth that matched Lando’s own smile. But fuck, the arms were going to be his death. The man had muscles, a lot of them. Lando swallowed dryly and looked up at the man. His boss.
“Hi, I’m Lando. Norris,” he said, quite dumbly, extending a hand out. “I’m, uhhh. The new waiter. You’re- uhhhh, very strong. For, ummm-”
First Day of Gift-Giving
so, i'm not really the type of person that does posts like this, because this isn't fucking twitter and i didn't think that there would be people stooping down so many levels as to spread lies and misinformation about me. ME.
i have been receiving so many anons over the last few days about my age, because apparently some people think i'm 14??? and there's nothing i can do that makes them stop. i've blocked so many people but it doesn't fucking work. take a look below.
as you can see, it's currently spread out between my two accounts, this one and lnfourmemos. i had switched to another account for a day or two, but even then, people kept talking about me. (is this how lando feels? bc it sucks ass)
first, the claims of me writing smut. I DON'T. one look at my ao3 clearly indicates that i don't fucking do that. i've written implied sexual content because it's a fucking part of life, woooweee. but i've never gone and outright written explicit sexual content. the ONE explicit work i have is because of other shit.
either way, i have blocked a lot of you, but there's 30 fucking something people who are going with ALT accounts to do this shit. you all sit behind the screens so high and mighty, but there's actual people behind it. for a fanbase of a driver that preaches about mental health, some of you really aren't doing it. it's not nice being on the receiving end of those comments. it really isn't.
anyways. it's really, really tiring and upsetting to be in this situation. me and my friends are literally getting scared of opening notifications because of this deal. this is plain fucking harassment. you are doing to us what the drivers on that track preach against. you are doing to us something that while yes, in a smaller scale, is so similar to what lando went through.
i just needed to put this out there and bring some fucking awareness. thank you.
and i know damn well which ones of you are doing this shit. you keep calling out my name on your account and saying shit that i haven't even done. you blocked me, i blocked you. there's no fucking way i'm harassing you. shut UP. for someone that's “being harassed”, you're the one doing it to me.
tagging my girl who was also affected @landosversion
first chapter of my university norapinto au is UP!! provisional title lols
He was seriously considering throwing everything to the ground and setting it aflame when he heard the familiar Spanish flying around in rapid fire, the smooth, gravelly voice of his best friend fluttering around the quiet library in a hushed whisper. Lando turned around to face Carlos, expecting the man to be on the phone with a family member, but he was greeted by another sight. A very attractive sight.
Lando stared at the man that was following Carlos with wide eyes and a slack jaw, admiring the way the other man's hair bounced slightly with each step he took, admiring the hazel eyes and the soft lips that came with him. And when what Lando considered to be the vision of heaven opened his mouth and started speaking in a just as quick Spanish, Lando swore his heart would stop right there and then.
norstappen angst 💘
a quick quick norstappen drabble based on this post, as a request from my friend!
aka norstappen to the sound of casual by chappell roan!
“You know we’re not together, right?” the Dutch man asked, a bit hesitant, his warm hand still cupping Lando’s cheek, his thumb tracing soft circles on the younger man's lips. “Not yet, at least. I mean, I still have Kelly-”
“I know, Max,” Lando cut him off, raising a hand to stop him from continuing, his neck craned uncomfortably so he could look into the other man's eyes, a pained look on his own face; a look he didn't even bother to hide. “It’s casual. We’re casual,” he echoed the words that Max had told him many many times.
🐑 alternative universe - superpower au, villain x hero, slow burn, hopeful ending
(any pairing you want 😻)
Lando never bothered with villains that committed petty crimes, since, well, napping around in cat form was way more fun.
Until a villain came around and controlled his mind enough to snap him out of his chosen form for the day.
Franco had fun terrorizing the heroes, especially the filthy rich ones — “I’m defeating capitalism, mate” —, but one of them was so fun to play with, and Franco was always turning him into a different animal with his mind control.
Fate ended up taking care of them, putting them together in the weirdest situations where they had to help one another. Multiple times.
And Franco just couldn't stop flirting with Lando.
or...
The one where Lando is a shapeshifter, Franco can control minds. Franco’s favorite subject to control is Lando, always pulling him out of his animal form. They have to save each other. With a side of Franco being, well, Franco.
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notes: i actually loved this !! if i didn't have wips up until where the sun doesn't shine i'd write this, ngl. thank you for the ask 💘
what happens when lando spots a white bunny in the hallways of his university?
⊱ pairing: norapinto (franco x lando)
⊱ word count: 1.1k
⊱ cw: magic is heavily implied, but not directly mentioned!! mentions of alcohol and drinking.
⊱ a/n: yeah this was influenced by the new franco with a bunny/rabbit pic. how did you know? anyways. i'm 90% this isn't what was meant to happen when i got sent the two pictures of franco and lando in suits and sunglasses, but. the bunny. anyways, pls overlook any spelling and grammar mistakes. english is fake + i wrote this after taking an allergy pill. enjoy!
⊱ pairing: carlando
⊱ wc: 2.9k
⊱ rating: teen & up
Lando didn't realize he had stopped to stare at a patch of flowers, and he huffed out an unamused laugh at the flower his brain had chosen to fixate on. Red carnations. Lando vaguely remembered the symbolism, his heartbeat speeding up at the thought. Red carnations meant love and affection. Desire and passion. More than that, red carnations were the traditional Spanish flowers. What a choice.
“Was the liveliness too much for you?” A deep voice teased behind him, the words laced with the Spanish accent he so desperately craved. His blood ran hot, spreading across his cheeks with so much ease it scared him. That was the effect Carlos had on Lando, ever since their first meeting, when Lando was 19 and following Carlos like a puppy under the pretense of being a good teammate.
imagine lando spending christmas in argentina with franco's family and being extremely weirded out by the fact it's summer. franco is exasperated, but finds it so cute how lando looks like a puppy amidst the celebrations, wide eyed and just so eager to learn.
just. lando having a southern hemisphere christmas where everything is hot, too hot, and he needs to stay under the ac for way more time than considered normal for a british man because why is the sun so fucking hot? where's the rain?
and then when it rains he gets a bit put off because it's WAY too much water. and franco just looks chilled out. “yeah, babe. that's regular summer rain. nothing to worry about.” “franco, the sky is literally going to collapse. how is this regular summer rain?” “it's going to end in literally five minutes.” it did, in fact, end in five minutes.
just lando living his best life with franco and a latino christmas. with all the drunken tios and tias pestering you about your dating life.
extra:
“franco. this turkey tastes good. what did your family do? it's usually so... bland and boring.” “it's called seasoning. with actual spices. not just salt. for a country that stole all the spice, the brits sure don't know how to season their food.”
i love this so much. i might add:
lando being super confused by the fact we celebrate mostly on the 24th evening even though he's been explained this multiple times and him almost falling asleep waiting for midnight and not understanding how NO ONE seems to be tired, not even the little kids. also, he'd be 100% roped in to distract the younger kids while the uncles and aunts scramble to get the gifts under the tree before dinner without them noticing.
also, him being shocked by everyone kissing him and hugging him at midnight to wish him merry christmas?? gosh and imagine if franco's family like mine and many others blasts music after midnight and have their own improvised party in the garden until 3am 😂
OH i would pay a lot of money to watch lando then be dragged by franco to lunch on the 25th where we eat everything that was left from the previous night. pls i need someone to write all of this now
also, he would be SO confused about opening gifts at midnight on the 25th and not in the morning !! like, why are you not waiting for the morning?? in cozy pajamas and everything??
also i feel like he'd get a bit baffled at the amount of people that come around for christmas eve ! like. that's a whole ass family. because as far as i'm aware they only have the 25th lunch with the family and not the whole christmas eve + christmas day thing.
but also he'd love it. and i might write this.
