𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 - 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀

𝐬 𝐢 𝐱 𝐭 𝐞 𝐞 𝐧

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

the story of us ᵗᵃʸˡᵒʳ ˢʷⁱᶠᵗ

now im standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

ʳᵉᵃˡ ˡⁱᶠᵉ, ⁱⁿˢᵗᵃᵍʳᵃᵐ

THE CHECKERED FLAG FLEW, signalling the end of the 2023 monaco race. the cars raced by, max verstappen out in front. eight behind him was lando. crossing the line in 9th and scoring points for the team.

ivy cheered loudly from the mclaren garage and while she was so incredibly proud of him, she knew he would be slightly gutted with his results.

the orange race car pulled into the pit lane and stopped along side the others. lando stepped out, removing his steering wheel. he congratulated max, fernando and esteban on their podiums before making his way to the garage.

he was crowded by his team of engineers as they congratulated him, however ivy could just tell he wasn't that happy himself. however she held herself back from speaking to him know, opting to wait until he had finished interviews and such.

"hey." jacobs familiar accent pulled her out of her thoughts and back to reality.

"oh hey jacob. you enjoy the race? i feel like i didnt see you." ivys words were oddly formal, but she couldn't seem to figure out why.

"yeah, it was good. um... i think we should have a talk, if you're okay with that?" he asked cautiously, to which she nodded as he led her to a more private part of the garage.

by the time the two had finished, lando was now also done with his interviews and was now stood talking to max.

"lando!" ivy squealed, running up and encasing him in a huge hug. he froze up second, the feeling of the girls warm body against his was suddenly a foreign concept to him.

however he was quick to hug back, holding her tight. "hey."

"you were incredible! i'm so proud of you lan." she was grinning at him from ear to ear.

lando felt his heart melt and his cheeks heat up. he hadn't been feeling to great about the outcome to the race, but after hearing the sincerity in her voice - or maybe just her voice as a whole - had made him feel a lot better.

"thank you, vee-vee." he whispered into her collarbone, the heat radiating from her body made him feel alot better.

the podium celebrations came and went, and soon the siblings and lando found themselves back at their hotel rooms.

the trio were crammed into maxs one person hotel room, all getting ready for the after race celebrations they were about to attend.

lando was in the shower, max was shaving and ivy was doing her makeup on the floor infront of the mirror. music blasted throughout the room and landos post race depression had faded, feeling like kids again with his two best friends.

he exited the shower, towel wrapped around his waist and his curly hair now dripping wet. upon catching his eye in the mirror, ivy felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight of him but she quickly brushed it off and tried to concentrate on her makeup.