#LEWIS HAMILTON

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[maxtermind]

YESSS SLUTTY TEXTS 😫😫 I'VE PRAYED FOR TIMES LIKE THIS

THEM WALKING IN ON YOU (PRE-DATING)

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★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri ★ : genre :: mature; some are crack lol

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★ : a/n :: ignore the typos, feedback and reblogs are appreciated! GUYS IT'S MY BIRTHDAY WEEK FINALLYYYY

[ef-1]

Lewis realises he lost his umbrella mid conversation with Kimi and then he makes it everyone's problem:

I lost my umbrella :( where did my umbrella go :( I think i lost an umbrella down here :((?went down the side :( my umbrella :( ?

[verstappensrealwife]

The morning after - F1 TEXT AU

[f1 masterlist / f1 text au masterlist]

ʚɞ in which... driver accidentally texted their hookup (reader) instead of their friend the next morning…

ʚɞ containing: ln4, aka12, fa14, cl16, ls18, mv33, lh44, cs55, op81

ʚɞ warnings: nsfw , use of she/her pronouns ,

ʚɞ a/n: sorry I replaced franco with kimi !!

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[yrkhn]

that's all i can give you

[gr4cier4cie]

♡ i love you, i'm sorry (that's just the way life goes) ♡

or: it's been a while since you've spoken. that doesn't mean they aren't still ready to drop everything for you. featuring: lewis hamilton, franco colapinto, lando norris, max verstappen

warnings: none!!

♡

[wejustvibing]

It's early days because I'm just getting to know him but no one can doubt his talent. He's very experienced and you can really see he knows what he needs, and that's why from Melbourne to China he made a huge improvement, because coming from another team, it really is not easy. I think most other drivers who change teams, with the current formula 1 where you cannot test, it's so hard to change teams and to get used to the dynamics, to get used to the steering wheel, that takes time.

But already in the briefings when he talks, you can really tell that he's really giving some very important information. And then he's very exceptional in tyre management. You can look at the telemetry and see some things that he's very exceptional. I know people say 'ah he won so much because he had the best team,' now that I've seen him, there's a reason why he won so much. - Marc Gené, Ferrari ambassador and ex test driver

[storm3326]

lewis with some flowers(개나리)!

[l8tof1]

[metanoiaepiphany]

They bond over the fact that half of them are tax evaders

[glysraya]

Lewis: Hey look, someone send us a free membership

Charles, sarcastically: Oh thank God, you'd never be able to afford it otherwise

Ollie, in the background: *Spits out his drink*

[niko-central]

I wanted to feel something, so I went to the Silverstone 2024 tag here, to see what we were up to on that beautiful day. Now I feel a bit choked up at this.

[f1daydreamer]

Unshakable

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Request : I NEED a protective Lewis Hamilton fic where he defends the reader from online hate or a rude reporter. Please! 🥺

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The hotel room in Monaco was silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the rapid tapping of your fingers against your phone screen. You had tried not to read the comments. You really had. But curiosity is a dangerous thing, especially when it drags you into the murky waters of social media.

“She’s just a nobody. Lewis can do better.”

“She’s only with him for the fame. Classic gold-digger.”

“Why would a world champion waste his time with her?”

Your throat tightened, jaw clenched. You didn’t ask for any of this attention. Loving Lewis had been easy—natural even. But being loved by him, the most famous, talked-about driver in Formula 1, came with a price you hadn’t known you’d have to pay.

The door opened with a soft click. Lewis walked in, fresh from media day, sunglasses still perched on his face and his Mercedes jacket unzipped halfway. He smiled when he saw you—until he noticed the way your eyes didn’t lift from the screen. The way your shoulders sagged under a weight he couldn’t see yet.

“Y/N?” he asked gently, pulling off his sunglasses. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You blinked, set the phone down quickly, and forced a small smile. “Nothing. Just tired.”

He didn’t believe you. He never did when you said that.

Lewis walked over, kneeling in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours like they were the only thing that mattered in the universe. “Tell me the truth.”

Your lip trembled. “It’s just… people online. They say horrible things. About me. About us.”

He exhaled slowly, his jaw ticking. “Show me.”

You hesitated, then handed him the phone. He scrolled in silence, his brows furrowing deeper with each comment. The screen dimmed as the phone locked itself in his hand. Lewis stood up, pacing, running a hand down his face.

“I’ve had people talk sh*t about me for years,” he muttered, almost to himself. “But you? You’re the most genuine, beautiful, loving person I’ve ever known. And they don’t even know you.”

You stood too, voice small. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe I don’t belong in your world.”

That broke him.

Lewis turned sharply, crossing the space between you in two steps, cupping your face in his hands. “Don’t you ever say that. You belong with me. And no one—no one—gets to decide that but us.”

His voice was fierce, his grip tender.

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The next day was race day, and you walked behind the scenes, trying to stay out of the spotlight. But of course, that never worked.

The press line was crowded, and as Lewis made his way through the interviews, one journalist’s voice rose above the others—sharp, biting, too familiar.

“So, Lewis,” the reporter began, smug, “after all the buzz about your… girlfriend, do you think she’s a distraction heading into the championship fight? Some say your focus isn’t where it used to be.”

You froze, breath caught in your throat.

Lewis, still smiling, slowly turned his full attention to the reporter. His posture shifted subtly—calm, but with an edge like steel.

“I’m glad you brought that up,” he said, voice cool and composed. “Because it gives me a chance to say this loud and clear.”

He looked into the camera—not at the reporter, not at the fans, but straight through the lens, as if speaking to every critic, every online troll, every petty voice hiding behind a screen.

“Y/N is not a distraction. She’s my peace. She’s the reason I show up every day stronger. The hate she’s been getting? It's disgusting. Uncalled for. And I won’t stay quiet about it anymore.”

The crowd went silent.

“If you think loving someone openly makes me weaker, you don’t know me at all. What makes me stronger is being real. And she’s as real as it gets. So from now on—back off.”

You swallowed hard, heart thudding, barely able to process what just happened. The way he stood there, unapologetically defending you, making the world know exactly where he stood—it was overwhelming.

When the interviews wrapped, he walked back toward you, ignoring the cameras, the handlers, the noise. Just you.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded, tears in your eyes. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He pulled you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin. “Yes, I did. I’ll always stand up for you. Always.”

And just like that, the hate didn’t matter so much anymore—not when you had a love like this.

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[adaydreamingseagull]

just a scene at the 2024 drivers' dinner