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maretinelli · 2 months ago

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I CAN'T LOSE YOU

Lewis Hamilton X fem!engineer!reader

Summary: They have known each other for years, they work at Mercedes and are best friends. But only time will tell how they feel about each other.

Words: 13K+ (all three chapters together)

Warnings: It's a lot, I may not remember them all. But it's angst, mentions of team changes, bottled up feelings, best friends to lovers, happy endings and lots of cuteness.

Author: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes you may have. And second, I LOVE THIS. This is my first time writing for he, and I got this idea while listening to music (yeah, I don't know??). And another thing, I'm starting to follow F1 now, please help me get into this world, if you like it, get in touch with me, we can be friends on Instagram. I'm Brazilian girl❤️🇧🇷 I had to separate this into 3 parts because my app crashed with so much stuff!!

Part 2

MASTERLIST

Lewis Hamilton and Y/n Giordano were much more than just Mercedes employees and teammates. They were the famous saying that where one is, the other is also right there. Best friends.

Giordano was the chief engineer of Mercedes cars. However, she was especially the engineer of the car that Hamilton used. Which brought the two closer in those years.

All fans-well, most. They always said that the two had something more than friendship, they talked about the kind of look that Lewis gave her, and about always going out, and being together in places outside the Formula 1 environment.

They said that nothing was happening, even though they loved to flirt provocatively with each other. But they had nothing more than friendship.

It was obvious that they had. As the years went by, the feeling grew within them for something more, however, they didn't admit it so soon.

At the time, it was the GP in Monaco. They were practically at home.

There were a few hours left before the race started, which had social media asking for Lewis. make a video for Mercedes to post on Tik Tok, to relax her fans. And that was done, Lewis would basically have to approach the people who worked in the Mercedes garage and who had headphones, just to ask what he was listening to and his favorite song at the time.

After a few people, Lewis turns to the camera: "What bets do you have that Y/n will arrive with headphones too?" He jokes, speaking to the camera.

Just then, the Mercedes engineer comes out of a hallway with a backpack on her right shoulder and white headphones in her ears. She walks so fast that she almost doesn't see Lewis at the end of the hallway with the social media.

"HEY BABY!!" He yells for his engineer to listen and she smiles at the scare she got. "That's the only way to listen to me!" Hamilton says smiling at the camera.

Y/n pauses the music on her phone and takes her headphones out. "Hi, honey!" She says sweetly and looks at the camera, waving goodbye. "What are you up to with social media before the race?"

Lewis holds the small microphone closer to his mouth before speaking: "We're approaching some people with headphones to ask what they're listening to at the moment and what their favorite song is." He says and Y/n nods. "You're our latest victim. Speak up!"

Y/n looks at her best friend and frowns, until she realizes what she was supposed to say: "Oh yeah, the songs" she says and Hamilton smiles. She takes her phone out of her pants pocket again and turns to the camera. "Cheri Cheri Lady”

Lewis grins. Of course Y/n would be listening to 80s music. The entire Mercedes garage knew about the woman's love for oldies.

"Classic Y/n" Lewis says and Y/n smiles putting her phone in her pocket. "Now, what's your favorite. The best one of all?"

Y/n thinks for a moment, but Lewis already knows the answer.

"Cheri Cheri Lady" She says and Lewis laughs.

"So predictable!" He says, pulling his best friend into a side hug. Making her lose her balance a little. "Every time I go over to her house, that song is playing over and over on the speakers."

Y/n pulls out of the hug laughing: "She's really good" she smiles and turns to Lewis, with the social media still recording. "You saying you're going straight to my house, they'll think we're having an affair" she flirts playfully, while poking Hamilton's chest,

He smiles sideways.

"And don't we?" He teases, keeping his gaze on her, a little longer than he should. Leaving her disconcerted, even though he always gave her provocative flirtations.

She rolls her eyes laughing. "Shut up, Hamilton!! We're going to get in the public's mouth like this" She says, holding back her laughter. "Go to work you bastard, I have to hear your complaints about my car before the race starts yet!" She says, giving an air kiss to the camera and getting out of the way.

Lewis laughs.

"Your car?" He asks still laughing.

"YEAH, I DESIGNED MOST OF IT!" Y/n shouts casually from further away, making the pilot's smile grow even bigger.

A few mechanics chuckled as they watched Lewis and Y/n's relaxed interaction, but no one dared interrupt. It was as if this bantering exchange was an essential part of the routine before any race.

Lewis finished with social media and a few minutes later, he invited Y/n to take a walk around the track. He invited her as his best friend, but the conversation was between pilot and engineer.

"But if we keep it the way it is. It will make the steering wheel not lock up as much," Y/n says, as Lewis asks for advice about his car. "If you modify it, in the curves the steering wheel can lock up even more. And you know that if you lock up in the curves others could overtake you." She says, with her hands in her pants pocket, as Lewis looks intently at her.

There wasn't a day that went by that Lewis didn't think about the beauty and love he felt for his best friend, who also happened to be his engineer at Mercedes.

The engineer looks at the pilot and smiles. "What's that face?" She leans back to get a better look at Lewis. He laughs.

"Nothing, just thinking I have the best with me"

Y/n laughs. "You know, I'm doing my job. And also because I'm your best friend."

Best friend...

Y/n knew that Lewis had an undeniable talent, but what really made him so special was the way he trusted her, as if she was the only one capable of understanding what he needed, on and off the track.

Hamilton smiles, but doesn't help but crack a joke before entering the Mercedes garage again. "I bet you'd modify the car if it was Verstappen's"

Y/n lets out a laugh. She worked with the pilot for a while, and let's just say he wasn't the nicest to her.

"I would modify it, because I knew you would be able to overtake him on the curves." Y/n punches the brunette on the shoulder.

Lewis chuckles. "I think you should love me less." He teases her, taking the cap off her head and letting her hair flow in the wind as he pulls her to his side.

"You're the one who loves me too much!" She says, trying to grab the cap as they enter the Mercedes garage.

This moment resulted in several photos, feeding those Hamilton fans who dreamed of seeing them as a couple.

The Mercedes video was posted well before the race started, which made it go viral within minutes, with fans talking about Y/n and Lewis' interaction.

Fans knew that besides working together, they were best friends, but they wanted to see something more. Something more romantic from the two.

Hours passed, and Hamilton's car was ready for the race, with yesterday's training, he would start in P5. It wasn't bad, it was very good.

There were a few minutes left before the race started, and Yin was helping Russel's engineer fix the driver's car. "Look, if you need anything, call me," she said, and George's new engineer nodded.

Y/n turns to walk to Hamilton's side of the garage, and sees him standing next to the car, with his helmet and balaclava under his arm and a mischievous smile on his face.

"Helping the competitor?" He teases.

Y/n smiles and shakes her head.

"Never! Just trying to save your partner from an accident." She laughs and looks at her best friend. "Poor thing, Russel's rookie engineer was struggling with the instructions he had been given, I just went to lend a hand." She leans against Lewis's side, making him look her up and down.

He's seen her in every outfit in her wardrobe, skirts, dresses, jeans. But nothing beats her in the Mercedes uniform.

A little more and he would say everything that was going through his head, seeing her in the dark blue uniform.

"Okay, I thought your heart had found another man besides me!"

She laughs, and takes the helmet from his hand.

"Relax Hamilton, you're one of a kind" she laughs and pats him on the shoulder, as a way of saying it was time for him to get in the car.

She hands him the helmet and takes the steering wheel out of the car so he can get in. As soon as she puts it on, Lewis grabs her arm before getting out. And his voice is muffled by the helmet.

"If I don't win today, I promise I won't let you blame yourself for the car," Lewis said, looking directly at Y/n. She laughed, but she knew he was serious. "You trust me, don't you?"

"More than you know." She smiles and he lets go of her arm. As a pre-race ritual for over 6 years, she kisses the top of his helmet and strokes his arm before he leaves the garage.

Meanwhile, Toto and George watch from afar.

"How many months do you think it will be until they get together?" Russel asks Toto, as he puts on his helmet.

Toto shrugged, as much as he loved their dynamic, he thought maybe nothing would happen. They had been acting like this for years and it hadn't changed into something romantic.

"I honestly don't know. They've been like this for years and nothing happens," he says, a little sadly.

"I bet it still happens by the end of this season" Last thing Russel says before getting in the car and leaving the garage.

The race started, and Y/n talked to Lewis from time to time through the Mercedes headphones and looked closely at the garage screen to see how the driver was performing.

During the second half of the race, Y/n noticed that Lewis was slipping on a straight, luckily, he didn't crash or leave the track, this left a warning in his engineer's mind.

"Hey, Lewis! What's up?" She asks over the radio, adjusting the microphone.

"The car is sliding too much on the straights. The curves are fine, but now the steering wheel is starting to get too light on the straights," he says, already making Y/n worried.

She immediately analyzes the information on the screen, while the other engineers on the team gather around. Giordano feels the weight of responsibility.

"What can we do? He needs to finish the race," the Mercedes boss asks, a little harshly even.

Y/n runs her hands through her hair, but doesn't respond. I was trying to find some idea to help Lewis finish the race without any disasters on the track.

"Y/n, do something!"

"I'M THINKING!!" She yells angrily, not realizing she was yelling at Toto.

Lewis, who was running, laughs a little at his engineer's outburst.

"Hamilton!!" She says over the radio.

"Yes?"

"We're going to have to make that modification... I know I said it would be tough on the curves, but this is the option to finish the race." She says, snapping her fingers in concern. "Are you up for it?"

Lewis's answer comes immediately, without hesitation.

"If you think you're the best, I trust you."

"Okay, we have less than 1 minute until you get to the garage. I promise the whole modification won't take more than 3 seconds!"

"I trust you," Lewis says again.

With that, Y/n asks the other mechanics for help to bring the necessary equipment and assist in what they would do once Lewis arrived at the Pit stop.

"The problem is in the aerodynamic balance," she says, adjusting the parameters in the system. "If we don't fix it now, it could lose more traction in the next few laps."

When Hamilton arrives at the garage, Y/n changes the steering wheel and makes the necessary adjustments in a matter of 2 seconds, with the help of the other engineers.

During the exchange, Hamilton doesn't miss the opportunity to tease his best friend: "If I'm wrong, I'll throw champagne all over your wardrobe," he jokes. And she can just imagine the mischievous smile he has under his helmet.

"I never miss. Now speed up." She hits the car and Lewis gets out.

The race ended with Hamilton in second. He was happy, he was really happy to be on the podium. But deep down, Y/n felt a pang of guilt, because if it weren't for the problem with the car, he could have come in 1st.

With Lewis next to be interviewed, Mercedes' Tik Tok video was still going strong, prompting the journalist to ask Hamilton a few questions about it.

The interview room is buzzing after the podium, cameras flashing every smile and gesture from the drivers who were on the podium earlier. Lewis, still in his Mercedes overalls, adjusts his headphones as he answers the opening questions. The journalist pauses briefly and smiles before changing the subject.

"And congratulations on second place"

Lewis smiles at the journalist and whispers a thank you.

"Now changing the subject. I saw the video that Mercedes posted on Tik Tok a few hours before the race. I can tell that Y/n is quite intense, isn't she?" He asks and Lewis laughs at the question, remembering the previous scene.

"She's really intense on the radio during the race" He jokes and the journalist laughs.

"We can catch a glimpse of her screaming in the garage"

Lewis laughs. "Lucky for me the yelling wasn't at me."

The journalist smiles: "Back to Tik Tok... That dynamic with Y/n was, at the very least, fun. Do you think that reflects how you are in your day-to-day life in the garage?" The journalist asks, with a curious smile.

"Absolutely. Y/n is... amazing, you know? The relationship we have is built on years of work and mutual respect. But there's also a lot of fun in between. She teases me, I tease back, and the dynamic ends up flowing naturally." He says without even thinking.

If he had Y/n, he had everything.

"And from what I've seen, she doesn't take any nonsense. That part where she said she designed most of the car was epic."

Lewis chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, that's just like her. And the worst part is, she's right. Her work is impeccable. Y/n lives and breathes every detail of that car, and that makes all the difference to us. She takes it very seriously, but she always finds a way to lighten things up."

"What about the flirting? I think the internet has already started creating conspiracy theories about you two." The journalist teases, drawing a smile from the corner of the pilot's face.

Lewis lowers his head, trying to hide the possible blush that would be on his cheeks.

"Oh, the flirting? That's just part of the fun. Y/n has been my engineer at Mercedes for years, and that's brought us closer, leaving room for best friend banter and teasing." She smiles, that smile he gives every time he thinks of her. "But honestly, if I needed someone to have by my side during a race, it would be her. Always."

The journalist arches an eyebrow. "So it's just friendship?"

Lewis laughs and shrugs, leaving fans more curious. He leaves the interview to let the next driver in and walks to the garage to see Y/n.

The team was celebrating. Even with second place, everyone seemed satisfied with Lewis' performance. But amidst the celebration, Y/n was quiet, her eyes fixed on the data on the computer in front of her. Images of the race were still playing on the screen, showing the moment the car slipped on the straight and the quick pit stop that had saved the day.

She sighs deeply, feeling a slight pressure in her chest.

Lewis enters the garage, taking off his helmet and wearing an easy smile on his face. He looks around, greeting the other mechanics before finally spotting Y/n, who still seems lost in thought. He approaches slowly, unannounced, until he stops next to her.

"You're really quiet for someone who just put me on the podium, you know that?" Lewis pulls up a chair to sit next to his best friend. "I told you not to blame yourself if something went wrong. We'll take second place, that's good." Lewis places the helmet on his lap, while looking at Y/n.

She looks away from the computer screen and rests her head on her hand on the table.

"But if I had thought of it before, I would have modified it as you requested..."

"Hey, you didn't make the modification, and I stayed in the first three positions the whole race. You did your best!! And we had no way of deducing that this would happen. A race is a race, surprises appear," he says in a sweet voice, looking intently at his best friend.

She still had her headphones hanging around her neck and was now wearing her Mercedes coat.

If Hamilton let his gaze rest on her a little longer, he might very well pull her in for a kiss.

"But you could have come first..."

"Hey!!" He pokes her side, making her tickle and giggle. He smiles at the sound. "You saved my life and our race. If you didn't make the modification, what could come??"

It was never mine when it came to the car or the racing. It was always ours. Every chance he got, he would talk about how brilliant she was at her job.

Y/n looks at him and smiles, her gaze falling on her hands on the table: "Okay, I'll stop thinking about it." She gives in, raising her arms and Hamilton laughs. "I just don't want to let you down." She says, turning her chair to face her best friend.

Perhaps, your passion of years.

"You never let me down. I trust you more than anyone here. When I was on the track and you suggested the change, I never for a second doubted it. And you delivered. That's what matters."

Y/n smiles. She could simply explode with love, if it weren't for the secret crush she has on him.

"I promise not to mess up again," she says, as Lewis gets up from his chair.

He extends his arms to help her. Y/n holds on and gets up from the chair she was in.

"Hey, you don't make mistakes, like you said yourself 'I never make mistakes'" he says remembering what she said before he got back on the track.

Y/n laughed.

"Now, you can stop torturing yourself and come celebrate with us. Second place or not, you deserve it. And this victory is for you," he says, holding her shoulders aside and walking over to where the rest of the team was.

"If you say so, thanks for the ride," she says, making him smile.

"Now tell me. That video I made earlier had a big impact. They're saying we'd make a beautiful couple, what do you think of that idea?" He jokes.

"Any idea you give that isn't about the car, I'll be discarding." She returns the same provocation and he laughs.

"Confess that you love me now!"

"Okay, you're irresistible when you're in overalls around your waist and with your braids back," she smiles, letting the blush take over her cheeks.

Lewis smiles and doesn't bring up the subject anymore. He can tell the comment has hit them both in a deeper way.

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