#faith lewis

[westfall-faith]

The duality of woman

[vivicantstudy]

[godsfavoritedumpsterfire]

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Hi! Idk if you are still taking requests for autistic!reader, but if you are…

The reader (a driver) gets on the podium for the first time and doesn’t want to actually go on the podium to celebrate because she knows it will be overwhelming with all the noise, attention, sticky champagne. So as soon as the national anthem is over she runs off to escape and is found and comforted by another driver (teammate/mentor).

As an autistic person that whole situation seems like a nightmare lol. No worries though if you don’t want to write! I hope you feel better! :)

What a nightmare||Platonic!Lewis Hamilton x Fem!reader

Summary — y/n has a panic attack on the podium and her mentor Lewis is there for her.

Word count—699

The anthem was playing. She knew it was playing, but she couldn’t hear it anymore. Not really. The noise of the crowd filled her head, the roar of thousands of voices blending into a sharp, incessant hum. Her heartbeat was a drumline,beating in her chest. The bright flash of cameras felt like stabs of light, each one cutting deeper, blinding her. Her breathing hitched—too fast, too shallow. She wanted to focus on the anthem, to stand still and just be, but her thoughts were spiraling out of control.

Her gloves itched against her palms, the seams unbearable against her damp skin. The fireproof suit, snug and suffocating before, now felt like it was closing in. The smell of champagne hung thick in the air—too sweet, too sharp, too sticky.

“Breathe. Breathe. Just breathe.” She tried to tell herself, but her chest wouldn’t cooperate.

The anthem ended, and the floodgates opened. Cheering erupted all around her, fireworks crackled in the distance, and her teammate Lewis and Charles were already reaching for champagne bottles. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t.

As if her body moved on autopilot, she bolted, ducking past the camera man, past the media scrambling for interviews. She didn’t stop running until she was far from the stage, tucked in the shadow of the team garage. The cool shade did little to quiet the chaos inside her.

Sliding to the ground, she wrapped her arms around her knees, pressing them tightly to her chest. Her breathing came in quick, jagged bursts. Her hands trembled, and she pressed them against her ears to block out the remnants of noise, but it was still there—buzzing, screaming, roaring. Her thoughts jumbled and tangled, too loud and too fast to untangle.

“Y/N?”

The familiar voice cut through the haze, gentle but firm.

She didn’t look up. Couldn’t.

Footsteps approached, deliberate and slow. “Y/N, it’s Lewis. I’m here. Just take your time.”

Her eyes flicked up for a second, catching the concerned gaze of her teammate. Lewis crouched a few feet away, giving her space but close enough to anchor her to the moment.

“I—I couldn’t,” she gasped, her words stumbling over each other. “I couldn’t stay up there. The noise, the lights, the—”

“It’s okay,” he interrupted softly. “You don’t have to explain. I know it’s a lot.”

“I ruined it,” she choked out, tears pricking her eyes. “I’m supposed to be happy. This is supposed to be the best moment of my life.”

“No, no,” Lewis said quickly, shaking his head. “You didn’t ruin anything. That podium was for you. It’s your moment, and you can experience it however you need to. There’s no right way to celebrate, okay?”

She bit her lip, her breath still coming in stutters. Her fingers twisted into her hair as she fought against the rising wave of tears.

“Y/N, look at me,” Lewis said softly. She forced her gaze to meet his, grounding herself in his steady presence. “Can you take a deep breath with me? Just one. We’ll go together.”

He exaggerated the motion, inhaling deeply, holding it for a few beats before slowly exhaling. She tried to mimic him, her chest heaving as she fought against the constriction in her lungs. It took a few tries, but slowly, the tension began to ease.

“That’s it,” Lewis encouraged. “You’re doing great. One breath at a time, yeah?”

Her shoulders slumped as the adrenaline started to fade, leaving her drained. She wiped at her cheeks with trembling hands. “Thank you,” she whispered, barely audible.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, his voice warm with understanding. He sat down beside her, careful to leave space but close enough to let her feel his presence.

For a moment, they sat in silence, the hum of the garage a comforting backdrop. After a while, he spoke again, his tone light. “Next time, I’ll warn the others to keep their champagne to themselves. Deal?”

A shaky laugh escaped her, small but real. “Deal.”

Lewis smiled, nudging her shoulder lightly. “You’re stronger than you think, Y/N. You handled this, and you’ll handle whatever comes next.” And for the first time since stepping onto the podium, she believed him.

[w2soneshots]

Ethan’s stag do🍾✨. Good lorddd!!!

[sofiasworld00]

The Wedding Bells of December

Harry Lewis x reader

Summary: Harry and reader at Ethan and Faiths wedding where one thing leads to another and the night ends with an engagement.

Warnings: mostly fluff, steamy stuff(not smut)

Word count: 3k (ish)

The frosty December air bit at your skin as you stood beside Harry Lewis, his arm wrapped around your waist, providing warmth and comfort against the chill. Ethan and Faith’s wedding was a grand affair, held at a picturesque venue decorated with fairy lights, candles, and an abundance of white and gold accents. Snow fell gently outside the massive glass windows, creating a perfect winter wonderland that felt more like a dream than reality.

Harry looked dapper in his tailored suit, the navy material hugging his broad shoulders perfectly. His usual cheeky demeanor was replaced with a calm, almost reflective energy as he held you close. You stole a glance at him, his face slightly flushed from the cold, his blue eyes shimmering with emotion as he gazed at the newlyweds exchanging vows.

The moment Ethan spoke his heartfelt promises to Faith, you felt Harry’s grip on your hand tighten. He turned to look at you, his lips quirking into a small smile, but you could see the telltale glimmer of unshed tears in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” you whispered softly, your voice almost lost in the soft hum of the ceremony.

Harry nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice a little rough. “Just thinking.”

You knew what he meant. The two of you had been together for years now, building a life full of love, laughter, and shared dreams. Ethan and Faith’s wedding wasn’t just a celebration of their love—it was a mirror reflecting everything you and Harry had built together and everything you had yet to experience.

The Reception

The reception was nothing short of magical. The hall was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of champagne glasses. Harry was by your side, his hand never leaving yours as you mingled with the other Sidemen and their partners.

Vik and Tobi were the first to greet you both, their excitement infectious as they praised how stunning you looked. “Harry, mate, you’ve outdone yourself,” Tobi teased, winking at you. “She’s way too good for you.”

Harry laughed, pulling you closer. “Don’t I know it?”

As the night wore on, you danced under the soft glow of chandeliers, the sound of live music filling the air. Harry wasn’t much of a dancer—he often joked that his limbs were too long and gangly for it—but tonight, he made an exception. He held you close as the band played a slow song, his cheek resting against the top of your head.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “I don’t say it enough, but you are.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, your heart swelling at the vulnerability in his eyes. “You’re not too bad yourself, Lewis.”

He chuckled, his laughter vibrating against your chest. “I’m serious. Watching Ethan and Faith today… it’s made me think about us. About how much I love you.”

Your throat tightened, emotions bubbling to the surface. “I love you too, Harry. So much.”

The Speeches

When it was Harry’s turn to speak, you felt a surge of pride and nerves for him. He wasn’t one to enjoy public speaking, but Ethan had asked him to be one of the best men, and Harry had accepted without hesitation.

He stood at the microphone, his hands gripping the stand as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on you, he seemed to relax slightly.

“I’ve known Ethan for years,” Harry began, his voice steady despite the nerves evident in his posture. “We’ve been through a lot together—laughs, arguments, some questionable decisions during Sidemen videos—but through it all, he’s been like a brother to me. And seeing him with Faith… it’s clear she’s made him the happiest he’s ever been. They’re perfect for each other.”

He paused, his gaze flickering to you again. “Love isn’t always easy. It’s about finding someone who sees you for who you are—flaws and all—and chooses to stand by you anyway. And Ethan and Faith, you’ve found that in each other.”

The room erupted into applause as Harry raised his glass in a toast. When he returned to his seat, you leaned in to kiss his cheek, murmuring, “That was beautiful.”

He shrugged, but the blush on his cheeks betrayed his emotions. “Just telling the truth.”

The Drive To The Hotel

The wedding eventually wound down, and you and Harry left the venue, your fingers intertwined as you walked to the car. The snow had picked up, blanketing the world in a serene hush. The drive to the hotel was quiet, both of you lost in your thoughts. Harry’s hand rested on your thigh, his thumb tracing absentminded circles against the fabric of your dress.

“Tonight was perfect,” you said softly, breaking the silence.

Harry glanced at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “It was. Ethan and Faith deserve it.”

You hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “When you were up there, giving your speech… it felt like you were talking about us.”

He didn’t respond immediately, his grip on your thigh tightening slightly. “That’s because I was,” he admitted quietly. “I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately. About what’s next.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

He pulled into the hotel parking lot, turning off the engine before facing you fully. The dim light from the car’s interior illuminated his face, highlighting the sincerity in his expression.

“I mean… I don’t want to wait anymore,” he said, his voice firm. “I want this with you. The vows, the celebration, the forever. I’ve wanted it for a long time, but tonight just made it crystal clear.”

Tears filled your eyes as you reached for him, cupping his face in your hands. “Harry…”

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them again, filled with determination. “Marry me. Not someday—soon. I don’t need anything fancy. I just need you.”

The Hotel Room

When you finally made it to the hotel room, the emotions of the day had reached their peak. The moment the door clicked shut, Harry turned to you, his hands sliding around your waist as he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. His lips were soft but demanding, his touch setting your skin alight.

“I mean it,” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Your hands tangled in his hair as you kissed him back, pouring every ounce of love and desire into the moment. “I don’t want to wait either.”

His hands roamed your body, tracing the curves of your dress before finding the zipper at the back. He pulled it down slowly, his lips never leaving yours as the material pooled at your feet.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his blue eyes dark with desire as they raked over your exposed skin.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, a mix of the cool air and the heat of his gaze. You reached for him, unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers, revealing the toned muscles beneath. When his shirt joined your dress on the floor, he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed.

The passion between you was overwhelming, each touch and kiss a reminder of the depth of your love for each other. He took his time, worshipping every inch of your body as if to prove just how serious he was about the promises he’d made in the car.

“I love you,” he murmured over and over, his words a soothing balm to your soul.

As the night wore on, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms. The love you shared wasn’t just a fleeting emotion—it was a promise, a future, and a forever.

The Morning After

When you woke the next morning, the sunlight streaming through the curtains, you found Harry watching you, his head propped up on one hand.

“Good morning, fiancée,” he said, his grin boyish and full of mischief.

You laughed, your heart swelling at the word. “Good morning, fiancé.”

He reached over, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Last night was perfect. You’re perfect.”

You leaned into his touch, your smile soft. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Neither can I,” he said, his voice serious. “Let’s not wait long. Let’s start forever as soon as we can.”

And as you lay there, wrapped in his arms, you knew that your forever had already begun.

A/N: I’m so happy with how this turned out! Pls remember to repost and spread!

[cephalosaur]

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Hardships often prepare people for an extraordinary destiny.

- C.S. Lewis

The Basilica della Santissima Annunziata in Florence, Italy.

[heartsoftruth]

LEWIS x SUNDAY TIMES

[carobear16]

CONGRATS TO ETHAN AND FAITH!

📸 : @behzingagram on insta!

[heartoflesh]

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (2005) dir. Andrew Adamson

[westfall-faith]

The Darkmoon Faire is in town. Does Faith go? What does she do if she goes?

Faith, with her face windburned from years of tending horses, took a deep breath of the strangely intoxicating air of the Darkmoon Faire. It was a carnival unlike any other, a whirlwind of fantastical sights and sounds that only arrived once a month. For Faith, a poor farmhand and pick-pocket, it was a rare indulgence. Every spare coin she'd scraped together over the past month went towards this one glorious day.

The cacophony washed over her – the barkers hawking their wares, the excited shrieks of children on rides that churned stomachs stronger than hers, the rhythmic clang of the Test Your Strength mallet. But Faith ignored them all, her sights set on the familiar red and white striped tent emblazoned with a picture of a grinning goblin holding a rifle. "Sharpshootin' Gallery!" the banner declared.

Faith grinned. This was her domain. Coin purses were her targets, not coyotes or hawks. She paid the gruff gnome at the entrance, the metallic clink echoing in her empty stomach. The smell of burnt gunpowder and warm leather greeted her as she entered the tent, a comforting familiarity. Here, her calloused hands weren't a liability, they were an asset, honed from years of wrangling stubborn steeds.

With practiced ease, she raised the heavy rifle, the weight a familiar friend in her grip. Unlike the spinning teacups or the plummeting freefall rides, here, skill mattered. Each shot found its mark, the satisfying ping of lead on metal a sweet melody. Faith emerged, a pouch of tickets heavy in her hand, a wide smile splitting her face.

The day was a blur of joyous chaos. She tossed hoops at goblins with questionable hygiene, narrowly missing a dunk tank that promised to soak a pompous-looking mage. The sweet, sticky scent of cotton candy mingled with the yeasty aroma of funnel cakes dusted with powdered sugar. Faith indulged in a fluffy pink cloud of cotton candy, the sugary treat melting on her tongue, a rare luxury.

As the day wore down, the sun sinking towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the Fairegrounds, Faith sighed contentedly. She wouldn't win any prizes for bravery – the Tilt-a-Whirl made her head spin – but the shooting gallery victories and the stolen treats filled her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the setting sun. Maybe next time, she thought, she'd skip the rides altogether and focus on the delectable delights of every vendor. After all, a gal could dream.

[andallshallbewell]

[godsfavoritedumpsterfire]

“To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you.”

-C.S. Lewis

[sdmnluvs]

Everything about their wedding looked magical 🥺🥺. Faith looked STUNNING as per, obsessed with her!!

HARRY AS ONE OF HIS GROOMSMEN (going to assume best man because he’s giving a speech😭😭😭)

The rest of them 🥺🥺

[w2soneshots]

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