#hamilton oneshot

[ofmonticello]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hamilton - Miranda Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Martha Wayles Jefferson/Thomas Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson & James Madison, Dolley Madison/James Madison Characters: Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Martha Wayles Jefferson, Dolley Madison Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Character Death, Wakes & Funerals, Angst, Good Friend James Madison, Modern Era, Crying, Hurt Thomas Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson Needs A Hug, Panic, Corpses Summary:

What happened after?

surprise it's a oneshot that wasn't requested 

what?? adelaide writes oneshots too??

it's a good thing i'm not pursuing marketing, huh. anyways this is a fic about death and what happens after, so if this is something you find upsetting, proceed with caution

[kittykatkatelol]

so um finished that oneshot thing :33

[landoughnut]

Mine All Mine

♡ masterlist - request - emoji anons

♡ pairing - oscar piastri x fem!reader (fc - hailee steinfeld)

♡ summary - (request :) oscar obsessing over his girlfriend on the internet!

♡ warnings - horny/simp oscar, crack, some fluff, some cursing, use of y/n

♡ w/c & a/n - smau | thank you so so much for requesting!! i hope you enjoy lovely xx

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[paddockletters]

secret's out | lewis hamilton smau

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader summary: lewis accidentally reveals his secret relationship with you in an instagram story, sparking fan frenzy. request: yes/ thank you so muchhhh! author’s note:hey anon, i really loved and enjoyed writing your idea! thanks for you request and hope you like it and and sorry it took me too long❤

lewishamilton

lewis' imessage

y/username

liked by lewishamilton, f1 and 2,467,095 others

yourusername: i guess our secret has been reveled bt none other than my husband...

comments...

georgerussell63: you guys definitely made that podium moment legendary. Wishing you both all the best! 💪🏼❤️

danielriccirado: You guys, first you hid your relationship and then your wedding and you didn't even invite us…. I'm hurt

user1: the fact that george is his teammate and he didn't even know that lewis was married 😭😭

user2: ok, we already knew that lewis was very private but this, THIS is another level

charles_leclerc: took you long enough, Lewis! Wishing you guys all the happiness! 🥳

user3: can we just appreciate the casual hard launch AND a kiss on the podium?? absolute power couple energy 💯

user4: he way Lewis looked at you during the podium 😍 He’s been in love the whole time!!

user5: he fact that Lewis called you his wife on his story and we all lost it 🤣🤣 Congrats on your not-so-secret love anymore!

y/username

liked by lewishamilton, f1 and 3,456,955 others

yourusername: this secret and announcement took us less time this last time

comments:

lewishamilton: Can’t wait to meet our little one. Over the moon with you, love

user6: BABY HAMILTON?! Oh my God, I’m crying. This is the cutest news ever!! 😭🍼

georgerussell63: Congratulations!! Can’t wait to meet the future world champ! 🍼🏆

landonorris: BABY HAMILTON??? Alright, I’m officially shook. Congrats, guys! The paddock just got a whole lot more fun! 😂❤️

user7: Lewis is gonna be a dad??? IM NOT OKAY!!! CONGRATS!! 🥺❤️

danielricciardo: A little racer on the way? YES! Can I be the fun uncle? 😎🍼

user8: A podium celebration baby??? 👀 Looks like we know how y’all celebrated that win! 🤭

user9: he timeline is connecting… podium celebration = baby Hamilton?? You sneaky lovebirds! 😂💛

charles_leclerc: Wow, huge congrats!! The grid’s about to get a little bigger 😄

user10: OMG this baby is about to be more stylish than all of us. Already living their best life before birth! 👶🏽✨

Lewis' podium

The energy in the paddock was electric as Lewis’s car crossed the finish line, securing him a spot on the podium for the first time in what felt like ages. I could barely contain my excitement as I watched from the sidelines, surrounded by a sea of cheering fans. The moment felt surreal, and my heart raced as Lewis climbed out of his car, a triumphant grin plastered across his face.

As he approached me, still wearing his helmet, I couldn't help but notice the way the crowd erupted in applause and shouts. The deafening cheers seemed to fade into the background as he got closer. “Honey, I’ve done it!!” he shouted, his voice slightly muffled but filled with uncontainable joy.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins made me feel invincible. I laughed, my heart swelling with pride as I reached up to remove his helmet. The instant his face came into view, I felt the warmth of his excitement radiate between us. The crowd’s energy shifted, anticipation crackling in the air as they sensed something special was about to happen.

Lewis leaned down, his eyes locked onto mine, and in that electric moment, he kissed me deeply, right there in front of everyone. The world around us disappeared; all I could feel was the warmth of his lips and the deafening roar of the crowd as they cheered for us.

From that day forward, we became the couple everyone adored. Fans began sharing videos and photos of the kiss, turning it into an iconic moment.

As the weeks passed, our relationship was the talk of the town. But it wasn't long before the news of our little family surprise came to light.

It was late, the dimmed lights in our living room casting soft shadows on the walls as I paced back and forth. The small plastic stick in my hand felt heavy, like it held the weight of the world. My heart pounded as I stared at the two pink lines that confirmed it—I was pregnant.

I had imagined this moment so many times, rehearsing how I would tell him, but now that it was real, my mind was a blur of emotions. Excitement, fear, happiness—everything at once.

Lewis had just gotten home from the gym, his usual easy smile lighting up his face as he stepped inside. He dropped his gym bag by the door, not yet noticing the turmoil in my eyes.

"Hey, love. Everything alright?" He asked, walking over to kiss me on the forehead, his hands automatically settling on my waist. But as he looked down at me, his brow furrowed in concern. He knew something was up.

I took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his hands on me, grounding me. "Lewis, I… I need to tell you something."

His eyes softened instantly, the worry easing away. He pulled me closer, concern still flickering in his gaze but now mixed with curiosity.

"You’re scaring me a bit, babe. What’s going on?"

I bit my lip, the words almost stuck in my throat. My heart raced as I reached for his hand, slipping the positive pregnancy test into his palm. He looked down at it, confusion crossing his face for a brief second before realization hit him like a wave.

His eyes widened, flicking from the test to me and back to the test again. "Wait… are you serious?"

I nodded, tears springing to my eyes as a nervous laugh escaped me. "Yes, Lewis. We’re going to have a baby."

For a moment, it was like time stood still. He stared at me, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Then, without warning, he scooped me up into his arms, spinning me around as a wide, joyful laugh escaped him.

"Are you kidding me?!" He was grinning from ear to ear, his excitement so contagious I couldn’t help but giggle, too. "We’re having a baby?!"

"Yeah… we’re having a baby." I nodded, my heart swelling as I saw how happy he was.

Lewis set me down gently, but his arms stayed wrapped around me, his forehead resting against mine.

"I can’t believe this," he whispered, his voice full of awe. "You’re going to be the most amazing mom, you know that?"

"And you’re going to be the best dad. Our little one’s going to be so lucky." I smiled, feeling the butterflies in my stomach.

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes, his expression soft and full of love.

"This is the best news I could’ve ever imagined. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered back, my voice catching with emotion.

Lewis placed a hand on my stomach, still grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. "Our little secret," he said, his voice hushed, as if speaking too loud would make it any less real.

As the initial shock and excitement settled in, Lewis and I spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, talking about everything that lay ahead. The glow in his eyes hadn’t dimmed one bit; if anything, it had grown brighter with every moment.

"I still can’t believe it," he whispered, running his fingers softly over my stomach. "We’re actually having a baby."

I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. "It’s real, Lewis. You’re going to be a dad."

"You know, now that I think about it, when do you reckon we… you know, made this little one?" A playful smirk spread across his face.

I rolled my eyes at his cheeky tone. "Really? That’s what you’re thinking about now?"

"Well," he chuckled, nudging me slightly. "It’s not every day you find out you're going to be a dad. I’m just curious." He paused, tilting his head as if considering the options. "I mean, we’ve been busy lately…"

I snorted, shaking my head. "Busy is an understatement. We travel all the time."

Suddenly, realization dawned on him. His eyes widened, and I saw the gears turning in his head. "Wait… what about Monaco? You remember? After that podium…"

I froze for a second, my mind flashing back to that night. The celebration had been wild—Lewis had just gotten his first podium in a while, and we were on cloud nine. The champagne, the excitement, the adrenaline… and later that night, when we finally got back to our home…

I fele my cheeks flush. "Oh my God, Lewis."

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, clearly putting it all together. "That’s when it happened, didn’t it? The night of the podium celebration! No wonder the timing makes sense."

I covered my face with my hands, laughing as the memory came flooding back. "I can’t believe this! You’re right. That’s when it happened."

Lewis burst out laughing, clearly delighted by the connection. "No wonder I felt so invincible that weekend. Turns out, we had a little extra reason to celebrate!"

I playfully swatted his arm, though I couldn’t stop laughing either. "We’ll never live this down, you know. People are going to figure it out, and the teasing is going to be relentless."

He shrugged, still grinning like a fool. "Let them talk. They can tease us all they want. As long as I’ve got you and this little one, I don’t care."

I smiled, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his words. "You’re such a sap sometimes, you know that?"

He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "Only for you, love."

As we sat there, wrapped in each other and in the realization of what was to come, I couldn’t help but think about how crazy our journey had been so far. And now, with a baby on the way, it was about to get even crazier. But with Lewis by my side, I knew we could handle anything—even the endless teasing from our friends and fans.

"Just wait until the guys hear about this," he said with a wink, already anticipating the chaos to come.

I rolled my eyes again but smiled. "Oh, I’m sure they’ll never let us forget it."

[pullupinarari]

The ones I would die for [LH]

author’s note: fluffy dad!Lewis, cheeky husband!Lewis, just a small thing about the first Ferrari impressions. this might be shit and it’s barely proofread!

beware: this gets a bit more suggestive towards the end!

• masterlist

wc: 2774 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

Being in Maranello feels different. In your heart, pumps the sensation of discovering a whole new world, the excitement of unveiling a new path in your life, one where you and your family will, for sure, be very happy. 

Today is the first time that Lewis will get to drive a Ferrari, for some simple tests, but still, it’s an important day for him, and for you. Seeing your husband in red for the first time was almost as if you were meeting his powerful presence for the first time again, seeing how good the color suits him, how happy and relieved he looks now, even in the middle of the nerves and anxiety running through his body, having to find out everything all over again. 

But having his family by his side, definitely makes it all so much easier. His mums, Carmen and Linda and his dad Anthony made sure to be present at their boy’s first test in a red car, meeting you and Grace inside the garage to watch him doing what he’s best at. 

There’s a feeling of happiness that could almost be palpable in the air, the most important people of Lewis’ life all sharing the lightest of hearts at the way all of you have been so warmly welcomed to the Ferrari family so far, almost feeling as if life is making up for everything that happened on the last few seasons of his career. 

The fans that didn’t want to miss their favorite driver’s first practice in the italian team, waved flags, cheered, chanted your husband’s name - and it does feel special, even if he’s just warming up to feel the car, and your eyes can’t help but shine bright at the images showing on the screen in front of you. 

In your arms, rests the ever-attentive toddler, Miss Grace Hamilton, who asked you to please help her choose her best outfit - insisting on wearing a red sweater and picking up some yellow ribbons in her small fingers for you to do her hair with them. Something about wanting to match daddy, as she kept mentioning. 

Close to her little body, the three-year-old is holding a small stuffed Ferrari horse that the team made sure to give her yesterday, after she visited the factory in her dad’s arms. Grace is a very curious kid, so he immediately thought of his daughter, to bring her along to meet every new thing and everyone at the factory with him, already turning all the attention to her as people would find her adorable and incredibly funny. And this isn’t new. Ever since your child was born, Lewis and her quickly became inseparable, so it’s usual to see his princess glued to the man’s hip. 

The session soon enough comes to an end, and once your husband is back in the garage, leaving the car, his instinct tells him to go meet you, so he can hold Grace in his arms and take you outside, to greet the fans that have been there, just to see him.

A small frown appears on Lewis’ features when he sees his little one fast asleep in your chest. 

- Take your mums with you, love. This is also a special day for them. - you tell him, a soft smile playing on your lips as you see him hugging the two women that are visibly moved by this moment in Lewis’ life.

And the sight is the most adorable thing ever: your husband, being cherished by the tifosi, and his two mums, both filming and taking pictures of this moment, their faces lighting up as they’re beaming with pride. It truly is heartwarming to see Lewis’ family enjoying these moments with him, something that doesn’t happen as much as he would like. 

After thanking the fans for the love they have been showing him, the driver comes back, arms on the two ladies’ shoulders, giving them a squeeze, thanking them for always being there for him, for making him the man he is today.

It’s an emotional day for everyone on Lewis’ side, but you know that he can’t wait until he’s back in your new house, so he can feel safe in the secluded comfort of your space, dedicating all his attention to his wife and daughter. 

Said and done. Once the door to your house closes behind him, Lewis finally lets out a sigh, feeling like he can let it all out, right now. The emotions, the anxiety, the restless nights he spent picturing this day, these moments. It’s done. It’s okay. He can finally allow himself to breathe correctly after overcoming the nerves of the first day at the new team. 

Grace is now awake, running around the house as soon as you put her down, excited for you to show her the gift that you mentioned earlier in the car ride back home, trying to win the girl’s attention when she started growing fussy.

- Here, pumpkin. - you said, couching down so you’re eye level with the little one. - Nanas got this for you. Do you like it? - you show her the small, custom made red Ferrari jacket that Lewis’ mums bought for their granddaughter, wanting Grace to be rigorously dressed for her daddy’s new era. 

Expressing an audible gasp, your daughter is immediately reaching for the piece of clothing, wanting to touch it with her own hands. Her mouth is agape, amazed by the red piece in front of her - matching daddy’s suit perfectly. 

- It’s so pretty!! Mummy, can you help me put it on, please? - the girl asks you, running to the nearest surface she can see her reflection in, looking to the oven door to try and see the final result of her outfit. Giggling, Lewis takes her in his arms, walking to a decent mirror so his baby can see herself.  - Look at you, bubs! You’re definitely rocking this outfit - he laughs at the silly faces his child does, kissing the girl’s temple as she asks him to put her down again. 

Running back to you, your daughter stops in front of your eyes, posing with her new jacket that she seems obsessed with already. Smiling at her actions, you are quick to snap a few pictures with your phone, sending them to your mums-in-law, informing them of how much Grace loved their gift. 

- You look great in red, princess. - Lewis says, joining you on the couch, his arm wrapping around your body instinctively while his lips form the widest smile at the sight of his happy baby. - I am matching you now, daddy! Can I have more red clothes? I only want to wear this color now. - the toddler blurts out, making both you and your husband chuckle in unison. - But you have so many nice clothes, love, in such pretty colors - Grace’s dad tries to reason with the three-year-old, who is fast to side-eye him. - Nah, those clothes don’t fit my personality anymore. I have to slay, daddy! And I slay in red - your daughter’s remark makes you burst out of laughter, replying ‘slayyyyy’ as your husband looks at you as if you had lost your mind. 

Whenever Lewis is away, you and Grace end up watching the most random videos on the internet of people commenting about clothes in a comic way - that’s how you found out that your kid has a very judgmental taste when it comes to fashion, and that’s how your child learned what ‘slay’ means. 

Furrowing his eyebrows and sighing, your husband moves so his lips are closer to your face. 

- I think you two need to go outside more and touch some grass when I’m not home, Jesus Christ - he whispers in your ear, making you laugh again, only for your sounds to be met with your husband’s giggles shortly after. 

Sighing softly, you wrap your arms around your husband’s neck, knowing how he must be craving some physical touch - one of his love languages. Gently massaging his shoulders, you see how he melts, slowly leaning his body further into yours, so he can have some more contact with your figure. 

Grace is quick to distract Lewis’ mind, climbing on her daddy’s lap to win his attention again. 

- Daddy, why were you driving slow today? - the girl asks him, making a soft smile appear on his face.  - Today was just a test, bubs. I went slower because daddy only wanted to feel the car and drive around for a bit, that’s all - Lewis explained, seeing the way his daughter’s eyebrows lifted, not believing his words.  - Is it because you’re old, daddy? Are you scared of the car going vroom vroom? - the toddler giggles teasingly, even while receiving a stern ‘Grace!’ from you, having warned her already that it’s not nice to say that her dad is old. 

But your soft touch on his skin is enough to make Lewis not bother about being called old again by his child. Instead, he just smiles, nudging the girl’s nose with the tip of his finger, making her shrink her small figure to hide her face. 

- You’re a menace, Miss Grace. I promise I’ll drive faster next time, okay? Do we have a deal? - he suggests, seeing her nod her head ‘yes’ at his offer.  - Yes, daddy! Because I can run faster than the car when you go slow! - she affirms, leaving her dad’s lap to get ready to show him her running abilities. 

Laughing more at her antics, Lewis teases his mini-version. 

- You can’t even run faster than me, girl. Your legs are so tiny, see? - he points at Grace’s body with a playful expression on his face. - Tiny, tiny legs - Lewis insists. 

Your daughter’s face grows angry, feeling competitive already to show her daddy how wrong he is. 

- Wanna bet? - the three-year-old tries her best to put on her most fierceful facial expression, surprising her dad with her seriousness. Still, he decides to play along. - Okay, miss. Stretch your tiny legs because you just won yourself a run through the corridor - your husband points to the long hallway of your house, before reaching to shake his daughter’s hand. 

The sight in front of you looks hilarious, seeing your baby girl and your husband stretching their bodies while looking competitively at each other, before you were signaling the beginning of their small race. 

Grace’s tiny body gives its all so she can start ahead of her dad, and Lewis gives small strides through the way, giving his daughter the advantage, before pretending to trip over his own feet, safely falling on the carpet floor when the toddler crosses the imaginary finish line. 

- Ohhh, you’re too fast for me to keep up, speedy Gracie- Lewis pretends to groan, stretching his hand for the little one to help him.  - See? I told you daddy! I’m veeeery fast! Faster than the car, so you need to go faster as well! - the girl advises him, acting like his race engineer, while her small hands try to help her dad off the floor. 

Getting up from his spot, Lewis picks up Grace, holding the toddler in his arms safely, kissing her forehead as he sighs after their mini run.

- You’re right, bubs. I should listen to your advice more often - he giggles, noticing the way she nods her head affirmatively. 

Moving back to the sofa, your husband’s body is quick to lean on yours again, safely holding his daughter while his head leans on your shoulder. Grace ends up calming down as well, too busy paying attention to each detail of her new jacket. 

Lewis leaves soft kisses on your skin from time to time, your fingers gently caressing his braids, until the most comfortable of all silences is surrounding the three of you, finally allowing yourselves to let all the emotions of the day settle down on your souls, realizing the importance of this day.

Soon enough, your daughter is fast asleep in Lewis’ chest, signaling it was bedtime for all of you - a deserving one, after all of today’s events. With a gentle kiss to her forehead after slowly changing Grace into her pink pajamas, trying his best not to wake her up, the man tucked his princess in her bed, wishing her the sweetest of dreams. 

In your new bed, you’re already waiting for your Ferrari driver to show up at the door, seeing the soft smile that shows up on his features as soon as he does, closing the door behind him. 

He’s still in his new red shirt, seeing how your eyes seem to shine a bit more when you look at him when he is wearing his new attire. And as he slowly starts to take off his clothes, changing into his pajamas as well, the soft smile quickly becomes a cheeky one, eyeing you while pulling the shirt off his body. 

- Like what you see? - he teases, a soft giggle escaping his lips as he sees the way your cheeks grow a bit more pink.  - You look so good in red - you confess, welcoming him beside you under the sheets, as he opens his arms for you. - I’m so happy for you. And so, so proud. 

An honest smile now breaks through his features, not expecting to hear these words right now, even if he knows damn well that this is how you feel. But still, hearing such a heartfelt statement from his wife, while your head is resting on his chest, your hand caressing his beard, in this moment that belongs only to the two of you… it warms his heart. 

- I wouldn't be able to do any of this without you, love. Especially with Grace and all, moving our family to a different country it’s already as hard as it is. I am only able to do what I love because you hold everything down for me. And I will always be so thankful to you, for this and for so much more. - his warm hand cups your cheek, bringing your face closer to his, so your lips can finally meet in a loving kiss. 

You take your time with each other, finally having some time for yourselves. Your tongues dance at a passionate rhythm, your fingers spread soft, thoughtful touches along the skin of his body, while he embraces your waist with his strong hands. It’s slow, romantic, and everything you two have been missing, in the midst of all the anxiety surrounding the thousand different things you had to prepare for the last few days.

Breaking the kiss to catch some air, Lewis’ nose nudges yours, continuously feeding himself off of your warmth. 

- You know baby, you look great in red too… - he whispers, his lips travelling down your neck, his slender fingers pulling your shirt up until he is able to reveal a part of the red lingerie that you are wearing.

Maybe you did it on purpose, wanting to prepare a nice surprise for your husband to end this special day, or maybe it was just a silly coincidence… Either way, he seems hungry for you, his head travelling alongside your collarbone now, trying to kiss your boobs, until he has had enough of the barrier created by the fabric of your loose shirt, finally pulling it out of your body completely. 

He looks at you with fire glistening in his eyes, as if he just got to see the most perfect and enticing goddess of all. Even after all these years, you can’t help but grow a bit shy at his intense gaze, biting down your lip in anticipation. 

- You, miss, are such a menace - he laughs softly in your ear before burying his face in your chest, kissing all over your boobs, making a sultry chuckle escape your lips. - I don’t know what you’re talking about - you say innocently, winking at him when he looks up at you.  - Yeah, and I’ll pretend I didn’t see you carefully choosing this set in the middle of all your lingerie this morning, when I left the shower - your husband lifted an eyebrow at you, seeing how you ran out of replies in a matter of seconds. 

He is the one biting your lip now, gently sucking on it while moving your body so he can tower over you.

- I might be a Ferrari driver now, but you’re still the only trophy I keep looking forward to touching, baby girl - he states, yearning to show you just how badly he has been missing you, how he desperately needs to make up for the last few days - definitely preparing a long night for the both of you.

[jo-com]

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F1 Drivers x Toto Wolf’s daughter

Summary: The only time you go to your dads and you already got the attention of the drivers.

Genre: SMAU

Fc: Various face claim, found the pics on pinterest

Note: grammatical errors and not proofread

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[formula1au]

charles leclerc x gf!reader texts pt2

summary: texts with charles as your boyfriend

[starlightdelrey]

the view between villages

platonic ! f1 grid x reader

summary: f1 is a dangerous sport - it's common knowledge. but accidents - bad accidents - aren't as common. seeing the youngest (and only female) driver crash and not immediately respond is something the boys never thought they'd have to experience, and the rest of the world is just as devestated.

cw: major accident, graphic descriptions of injury and vehicular damage, graphic descriptions of car accident, mentions of death, blood and gore, negative emotions such as sadness and regret, angst, mentions of religion,

song pairing is "the view betwen villages" by noah kahan

(not based on any particular race)

today's race felt off to begin with. When y/n had attempted to leave her aging yorkie, comet, in her hotel room - like she had done for the past couple months - he began to whine.

"poor baby," she mocked, but turned the small TV on and switched it to the channel that would be broadcasting the race live. "look, com. watch me on the tv."

the dog had complied and jumped onto the un-made bed, but when she left and closed the door, he had whined once or twice before calming down.

she made a mental note to get him checked out at the vet, but got distracted when she showed up to the paddock and got a look at the track.

"the weather wasn't as shit yesterday during quali," she said off-handedly to max verstappen, who was chatting to the engineers.

"are you worried?" y/n was a good racer, it was clear - but whenever max saw how small she looked in comparison to everyone else on the team he had a small sense of dread. it wasn't new, just annoying.

"nah." she grinned at him, her hair already pulled back into a french braid for ease during the race.

---

"lights out.... and away we go!"

the lights blink out and y/n is already gunning it, attempting to bypass the boys from mclaren.

she discovered early on that locking up would be her main issue today, and she made it clear on her radio.

"i keep locking up."

her voice was calm but shook a little as she struggled to steer, and she spoke only in short sentences to prevent stuttering.

"copy."

finally, she worked out a system to braking that prevented the struggle, but in speeding up, found that she'd made her way into a mass of cars.

"watch out, y/n. keep out of trouble - wait until everybody else has moved out of each others way."

"ok. pulling back-" the radio crackled and then went silent as a car careened into the side of her.

---

the audiences at home got to watch a replay of the impact.

somewhere in australia, a family consisting of two parents, a teenaged boy and a little girl are watching the race.

the boy reacts first, jolting. "was that logan sargeant and y/n y/ln?"

"yeah... turn up the volume?"

the mother grabs the remote and obliges, terse.

"was that the girl driver?" the barely 5 year old asks, brows furrowed.

"baby, go play in the other room." her father dismisses her, and when she slowly shuffles out, eyes trained on the screen as the commentators relay the details, her dad huffs.

"now. and don't look at the screen anymore."

she squeals and runs out, and the boy starts to jiggle his knee up and down as they wait for more information.

across the world, houses go silent.

---

"and it looks like logan sargeant attempts to pull away from the crowd but misjudges the distance between himself and y/ln. we can see him here slam right into the right side of the body of her car, and she goes spinning out, right into barricades. oh! and if we slow it down, you can see that the force of her chassis hitting the barricades not only forces the car to lift fully off of the ground, but it also tips - the top of the vehicle flips up into the barricade until it falls back into place. that is a nasty hit for rookie red bull driver y/n y/ln."

the commentators keep talking, thinking nothing of the accident, until the cameras switch to the red bull team, who are trying to get into contact with the girl.

"y/n, are you okay?"

silence.

"can you respond? y/n we need a vocal response. anything, okay kid? even if you can just hold down on the radio button so we know you're there."

no response.

the commentators continue.

"and it looks like we're getting no response from red bull driver y/n, who has just crashed."

---

his whole body jerks on the impact, and he spins out off the track, coming to a shaky stop.

"shit, shit, shit!" his voice cracks.

"are you okay, mate?" the radio crackles at him as he's fighting back tears.

"yeah - was that y/n i hit?"

"yes, we can confirm the crash involved both you and y/ln. we are receiving word that it is a red flag crash."

"is she okay?" he doesn't get a response at first, so he tries again. "is y/n okay?"

"no word yet. sorry, logan."

"fuck! i'm so sorry - i really thought it was clear, i just... fuck."

"calm down, sargeant. wait for pick-up and keep yourself collected. we'll tell you as soon as we find anything out, okay mate?"

"sure."

he lifts himself from the smoking chassis and the world watches as he kicks it out of frustration before letting his head lower.

there's a sickening feeling in his stomach as he sees the girls unmoving vehicle.

he pictures her inside, and the fact that she's so much smaller than the older men cause his mind to unravel with pictures of her limp and unconscious.

---

inside the car, y/n blinks her eyes open, groaning.

her ears are ringing and her head hurts, and the body of her car is so warped that it's vacuum sealed her into the vehicle.

in the back of her mind, y/n feels the pain in her right thigh and left ankle, and her right shoulder feels dislocated.

"kid, we need an answer." the radio's muted and crackling, and when y/n tries to respond, she realizes that something on her end is fucked because they're still begging for an answer.

she goes to climb out of the car, but a sob tears out of her chest at the immense pain that suddenly blooms throughout her whole body.

she falls heavily back onto the seat and pants, closing her eyes.

she feels slight relief from the pain when she fully relaxes and closes her eyes, and nestles into her seat a little to get comfortable.

the need to sleep takes over her and she obeys, nodding off.

---

inside her hotel room, comet's ears pull back in concern as he hears his owners name being called out repeatedly from the television.

---

"red flag, max. we need to restart the race."

verstappen stills, his ears suddenly ringing. he has a bad feeling about the red flag but just can't place it.

"what's happened?"

"there was a crash between a williams and y/n. to the pit lanes, please." the voice on the other end seems calm, but there's a waver to it.

"fuck, are you joking? are they both okay?"

"the williams driver... logan sargeant, we're hearing, is up and out of his chassis. we've heard nothing from y/n yet."

he'd fight them, ask for more information, but knows that red bull would be the first to hear anything.

"tell me if you find anything out."

"copy."

as he drives to the pit lane, max replays her grin at him as she reassures the dutchman.

"nah." her nose is scrunched and hair pulled out of her face.

he thinks about how bulky the helmet looked on her, the barely 20 year old driver somehow never managing to put on any muscle, no matter how hard she tried.

he prays to jesus, zeus, allah, and even the virgin mary - surely she'd have sympathy to max's prayers, as she's lost someone dear to her before. any deity he can think of is immediately begged to ensure the safety of his partner.

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a whining noise pulls y/n back into consciousness, and she furrows her brows.

"i'm trying to sleep, com. shut up." when she opens her eyes and sees the battered cockpit in front of her, she realizes that she's not hearing her dog cry, it's just the ringing in her ears that are back.

and then suddenly all she can see is comet waiting for her. comet, waiting in a hotel room that she'll never re-enter. what's gonna happen to the mutt if she dies? her parents are over-seas, she has no boyfriend to look after him. comet would be all alone.

and then all the guys on the grid are flashing through her head. she knows, vacantly, that logan crashed into her. he'd never forgive himself if she died. verstappens win streak would be fucked if he was grieving over his teammate. even lewis hamilton, who was the first driver to openly back her as the only woman on the grid.

she screws her eyes shut and lets out a heavy sob, steeling herself.

---

the commentators are no longer focused on the race.

"and i think i can speak for all of us when i ask, where is the goddamn safety car and ambulance? young driver y/n y/ln has been stuck in the wreck for about a minute and a half now, and there has still been no aid for her. which is a cause for concern about the overall safety of f1, as- oh my god!"

---

charles is already on his way back to the pit lanes, muttering manifestations under his breath for y/n to be okay.

he's shaking, filled with lead and a lump in his throat. he and y/n aren't super close, due to their team differences, but every time he spoke to her she had a certain gleam in her eye that one only had when they weren't afraid of death.

this worried him. racing was her life - would she succumb easily? it was a known fact that many drivers drove as if they had nothing to lose.

the idea of her choking on mortality in her chassis scared him more. maybe her body was broken, and the pain was all she could feel as the life drained from her? he worried for those that would have to witness the blood and bruises when she was pulled from her car.

"we've got an update on y/n."

he was pulled out of his mind. "tell me. please."

"she's getting herself out. the paramedics were taking too long, so she took it upon herself, apparently." a startled laugh falls out of charles' lips as he cheers back.

---

muscles screaming, y/n forces herself to lift out of the cockpit, allowing her body the only relief of rest once her upper half is slung over the halo. for about five seconds she stops, before she forces herself to continue.

the safety car and paramedics are here now, and camera crew for the live footage plus the netflix crew are close behind.

people are shouting at her to stop, but she continues to claw her way out of the wreckage.

she's crying and praying to a god she never knew she believed in as she forces her broken legs out of the car, sliding over the side to the ground.

she stands and looks around at the medical crew who are advancing towards her and tries to take her helmet off. she can't, and they're reassuring her that they'll do it for her.

y/n looks out at the audience and raises one arm to greet them. she's met with immediate raucous applause and, swaying for a few seconds, she falls.

---

"you would never believe it. this lady is pulling herself out of her car. as the camera zooms, you can really see the absolute strength this is taking her - hold on, we're getting audio now."

the world watches with bated breath as the coverage of her climbing out of the car begins to play. you can hear the agonised screams she lets out as she forces herself to exit, and just how broken some of her limbs look. her left ankle hangs limply, and she has to use both arms to force her right leg out of the cockpit.

"what a magnificent scene. y/n y/ln has kissed death, and still lives to tell the tale. we see her now, standing on the track as the medical staff come to her aid, and she falls. a very fair response to what she has just gone through. a round of applause to y/n y/ln, the girl who kissed death!"

---

"so lando, congratulations on p4. obviously, the whole crash between logan and y/n caused a damper on the overall race. how do you feel about it?" the interviewer pushed a mic at his face.

"the crash? yeah, it was terrifying not knowing if she was okay or not. i'm not surprised she ended up climbing out of the chassis herself," he laughs softly. "i've never known her for being patient."

"how do you feel about her new nickname?"

"nickname?"

"people are calling her 'the girl who kissed death'."

lando can't stop a high-pitched laugh from escaping. "girl who kissed death? that's stupid. oh god, i can't wait for her to find out about that. she'll be proper pissed off."

"right, well, thanks lando. have fun celebrating!" the interviewer bids him farewell.

---

a few months later:

over the healing process, y/n was forced to give multiple statements, post social media posts, and even a quick video from the hospital bed, but when she sees comet, her resolve finally fails.

she begins to tear up as the scruffy dog barks at her, jumping up and down.

"someone's excited to see you," lewis hamilton, the temporary guardian of the dog, grins.

roscoe stomps his feet and licks y/n, panting at her.

"awe, little babies. i was so scared of dying and leaving comet all alone, but i think he would've been fine."

lewis glances down at the kneeling girl in front of him and tsks, nudging her with his foot. "don't say that, y/n. nobody would've been fine."

"yeah?"

"yeah. have you seen all the tiktok edits of your crash? people were terrified. i was terrified."

y/n doesn't say anything, but stands to hug the british man.

he holds her back, before clearing his throat. "save that love for death. heard you've kissed it before."

"fuck off."

--- la fin ---

[jamminvroomvroom]

4k celebration

congrats on 4k love - your writing is absolutely worth all of the hype and even more!!! i adore your work and so look forward to even more people discovering it.

i was hoping to request a lewis fic?? i’m such a slut for a good enemies to lovers situation, so maybe along the lines of reader is a fair bit younger than lewis, but there’s been all of this tension btwn them and it all boils over one night (smuttyyyyy) 🥴

we made up.

LH x fem!rival reader - 4k celebration

in which you can never just bite your tongue

eeeeek i love this request! thank u sm anon for ur sweet words, ur so lovely i hope i’ve done this justice for you! writing for lewis terrified me so this might not be my best work but we move! more lewis requests to come, let me know what you think <3

songs to set the mood: stargirl interlude by the weekend & lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors go away!! smut, swearing, degradation, praise, dom!lewis, some switch!reader, implied age gap, slightly inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers, blink n you’ll miss it size kink

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you hide admiration with a scowl, curling into yourself, as far away as you can get from him. the couch seems to get smaller and smaller with every overly intelligent, carefully thought out word he says. each sentence seems to be coated in a thick layer of i don’t give a fuck. you don’t know how he’s so good a toeing the line.

after six years in f1, you still couldn’t work out why you didn’t like lewis hamilton.

maybe it was his cool confidence, the way he never lacked composure, while you were called an unhinged, delusional woman by every incel on twitter for so much as breathing. maybe it was his sky high stack of trophies, championships, podiums, wins. you weren’t even halfway close to touching his records. maybe it was the way he was diabolically, inhumanly gorgeous, a truly breathtaking creature. you paled in every single way compared to lewis, so how could you even begin to like him?

it was silly, really, pathetic even, feeling such childish disdain just because he was better than you. he was older, more refined, iconic in every single way that you weren’t. perhaps you’d get there one day, but you simply weren’t there yet.

you’re sat beside him in the press conference, sharing the couch with him, alex, lando, charles and max. it wasn’t the worst combination in the world, but anytime you had to sit in front of a gaggle of hawk-eyed journos and a million cameras with lewis, something unfortunate usually happened. never by design, but you just weren’t very good at saving face in front of the mercedes driver.

“do you think the podium is a possibility this weekend?” someone from autosport whose name you can’t remember asks.

“i’m hoping so, just need to keep the mercs behind us again, but i don’t think that will be that hard.” you respond, without even a sliver of a filter. the material of the sofa shifts as lewis tenses up beside you, inhaling sharply at your blatant disrespect. somewhere beside you, lando sniggers, and max is rolling his eyes.

it was no secret that you didn’t have the softest spot in the world for sir lewis.

“that’s assuming your car makes it to the end of the race.” lewis clears his throat, speaking with confident conviction. you turn you head to glare at him, painfully unable to take what you give. alex slaps his hand over his mouth.

“at least my car isn’t so bad that i’d rather go and learn the alphabet down at ferrari.” you scoff. you avoid the eyes of your comms officer, because if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under already.

“i think we’ll leave it there.” tom clarkson suggests, and you stand from the panel and storm away on trembling legs with a terrible ache throbbing between them.

there’s something about the pettiness, the reasonless back and fourth you two always seem to partake in that leaves you in need of a cold shower.

-

turns out, you have to apologise.

you spend the better part of an hour being bollocked by your press team, who, for some reason, don’t find it particularly amusing that you’d somehow managed to insult the lewis hamilton, ferrari, and mercedes in the span of two sentences.

so, there you were, begrudgingly trailing towards lewis’s hotel room. it’s on the top floor, because of course it is, it’s him. he oozes expensive exclusively, naturally above the rest. you twist your rings nervously, increasingly terrified of being in a confined space alone with the gorgeous brit. your knuckles rap gently against the wood of his door, intentionally weakly. you pray he won’t hear you and that you can just disappear back into the elevator and into your room, to pathetically let you hands wander between your clenched thighs.

but god laughs, and the door swings open. lewis seems startled by your presence, just for a moment though, leaning cooly against the doorframe. his lips pull into a faint smile. two things alarm you. first of all, he’s shirtless, bare from the waist up, a plethora of delicious tattoos on display for you to feast your eyes on. secondly, and somehow even worse, he’s panting, clearly just back from a work out in the gym. he glistens with sweat, and your mind goes blank, apologetic words die on your tongue.

“something to say, angel, or are you just here to stare?” lewis teases, the words rolling off his tongue smoothly. you pray for the ground to gape open, swallow you hole, suck you into hot lava.

“well, i was gonna apologise but i don’t think you deserve it.” you sneer, crossing your arms over your chest accusingly.

“didn’t think you knew how to apologise.” lewis grins sarcastically, mocking you.

“has anyone told you how arrogant you are?” you bite back, eyes narrowing.

“why don’t you come in here and i’ll show you just how arrogant i can be?” his voice has dropped a few octaves, seductive and low.

the proposition, the suggestion behind his words makes you fold immediately. you’d wondered for far too long about what he was like behind closed doors and under thick bedsheets, and if you had the chance at finding out, you’d be imbecilic not to take it.

you shove his muscled chest, pushing him back into his room. his hands find your waist, pulling harshly at the material of your loose t-shirt. he’s watching you intently, mesmerised by the angry flush on your cheeks tinging you pink. your eyes convey hunger, matching his, and you’re forcing him down to sit at the foot of his bed.

“why are you such an asshole?” you hiss, slotting your knees on either side of his so that you’re straddling him.

“probably the same reason you’re such a little bitch.” lewis growls, tugging you forward harshly on his lap. you feel his work out shorts ride up on his thighs, the material sensitive on your skin.

your pupils blow wide at his words, and you’re kissing him hard, teeth and tongues clashing messily. his lips are so soft, pillowy as they brush aggressively with your own and you lick wetly into his awaiting mouth. he’s addictive, minty, and you fall against his bare chest as he leans back into the mattress.

“i think you need to be taught some manners.” lewis grunts, flipping your bodies over like you’re nothing, and slotting against your body like a missing piece.

“i think the same could be said about you.” you breathe, sliding your hand under the waistband of his shorts. he chuckles quietly, the rumble reverberating through your own chest, cracking you open.

“try your best.” he whispers. your eyes roll back.

truth is, you’re not the most experienced person in the world. yes, you’re in your mid twenties, but a long term relationship with the worlds biggest loser and dedicating your life to a career in a boys club meant that you didn’t have the time to develop broadest set of skills. you didn’t have the luxury of letting loose in a nightclub with a stranger because if that information got into the wrong hands, you’d be slut-shamed off the face of the earth. so now, you found yourself a little bit lost under a literal sex god.

as if he can hear your thoughts, lewis pulls back.

“what’s the matter? do you want me to stop?” he’s softer than he ever has been with you, melting away in your hands, but you draw him back in, tightening your grip on the band of his shorts.

“no, no, i just…” the words die on your tongue. something in your eyes gives him all the information that he needs.

“do what feels right, good.” his nose brushes your jaw, kissing over it and you settle back into the moment.

“teach me a lesson.” you whisper, empowered in his hands, and he springs back into action, his demeanour slipping right back into what it had been.

“is that why you’re so bad in interviews? just want me to fuck some respect into you?” his lips tug amusedly when you nod rapidly up at him.

an experimental roll of his hips makes you keen, hand slipping into his braids and pulling hard. his eyes fall shut, lips parting to let out a soft groan, his eyebrows pinching from the rough pleasure. your fingers graze over the skin of his toned belly, finding sensitive skin that makes him shiver.

“you distracted, lew?” you taunt, with the only intention of riling him up.

his eyes snap open, hard and lacking any sort of warmth, and he tears your hands from where they rest on his firm body, swiftly pinning them above your head with one hand. he plants himself on one knee, balancing himself so that he can fiddle with the button of your shorts. he makes quick work of removing them, forcing the zipper down and skilfully manoeuvring them with just the one hand.

once they’re gone, along with the lace of your underwear, he forces your thighs apart, and slides his fingers along the seam of your cunt, slicking them up. you’re soaked and he momentarily falters, but he doesn’t let himself get too visibly affected.

“fuck, you’re so wet. been thinking about me, angel?” he teases mercilessly, as he rocks the first thick digit into you, twisting and curling until he finds the spot that makes you buck your hips.

“nothing to say now, hm?” lewis tuts, wetting his lips. the feeling of you squeezing so tight around just one of his fingers makes him choke out a moan. you can feel his hot breath fanning over your face, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of him filling you up.

“more.” you breathe, stuttering over just one word. he revels in how he’s managed to reduce you to this so quickly.

“you sure you can take it, angel? so fucking tight.”

“make me.” you plead, parting your strained thighs even wider for him.

he lets go of your hands, snaking down your body to get himself closer to where you’re dripping already.

“keep them there.” lewis orders, and you grip tightly onto the pillows to exercise restraint.

lewis presses his forearm over the plush of your belly, holding you down as he adds a second finger, watching in awe as it slips so effortlessly into your pussy. you’re mewling, fighting to buck your hips but the firm press of his muscled arm keeps you in place.

“so pretty for me, angel, soaking my fingers.” he notes, entranced at how responsive you are for him.

“want you inside of me, lew.” you whine, knuckles paper white where you’re fighting off the urge to reach down and touch him.

“wait.” he snarls, ramming his fingers even harder, grinding against the soft spot buried deep. “you’re gonna cum like this first.”

with that, he removes the barricade of his arm, bringing his spare hand to your clit, the pad of his thumb drawing calloused circles into the bud. you lose it, grinding down on his fingers like a woman possessed.

“that’s it, sweetie, fuck yourself for me.” lewis encourages, voice gravelly and low.

sparks shoot down your spine, nothing but white behind your eyelids as he lights you on fire. you can’t warn him, the words lost to the tense air of the room as you barrel towards your first release. he eases you through it, not letting up even a little bit, but it pays off when you can’t help but writhe against the cream of the bedspread.

“god.” you croak, flopping limp as he pulls out, crawling over you.

“learned your lesson?”

“not quite.” you flash an exhausted grin, abandoning your grasp on the pillows to slide them down his thick frame.

you trace the lion adorning his shoulder, the compass, each piece driving you further into utter delirium. your hands graze his waist, snaking around his abdomen until you reach the cross, tracing it until you reach words that keep him going.

still i rise the cursive reads, and he shivers as you rake your nails over it.

“fuck me.” you purr. your hands slide under his shorts once more, gripping at the curve of his ass. you push the material down over his thighs, and he happily kicks them away, his inked hands roughly spreading you even wider.

“desperate little thing, bet you go home after every race and fuck yourself silly wishing it was me, hm?” he adjusts himself between your legs, his thick cock nudging against you entrance, drenching himself in the mess he’d made.

you gasp out a moan as he slides deep, taking his sweet time. you can’t even comprehend his words, totally consumed by the brutally enticing stretch of him, your thighs shaking at the delectable intrusion. he hisses at the sensation of your tight warmth, his head falling to rest in the crook of your neck. lewis licks over the sensitive skin, trailing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. you feel the sharp graze of his teeth, gentle nips making you shudder on his cock.

“don’t leave a mark.” you choke, and lewis seems to get it, so he skims his teeth lower, sucking purple just over your heart.

you clamp down around him, allured by the tweak of pain, and it seems to spark something in him, his hips rolling into yours experimentally.

“you feel so fucking good.” lewis pants, his breath warm and wet on your neck.

“need you to move.” you plead, turning your head to capture his lips in an urgent kiss.

he pulls out, slamming back into you roughly, your tummy twisting with anticipation. lewis finds a rhythm that suits you both, hips hitting yours with every thrust, each one leaving you full and spent.

“gonna make sure you feel me for days.” he promises, yanking your legs over his hips. as he does, he hits deeper and you yelp, stars in your eyes. “when you sit in the car tomorrow, you’re gonna feel me and remember how to be a good fucking girl, not an attention seeking brat.”

you ramble his name, eyes flooding with tears of overstimulation, dumbfounded at how he seems to hit a new spot with every slide of his cock. he’s digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, pulling your hips impossibly closer to his as he drives into you, as if he wants to become a part of you, moulded for an eternity. with the way your stomach knots, butterflies and adrenaline coursing through you, you’d comply; you’d let him do whatever he wanted to him anytime he wanted.

“‘m so close.” you whine, pulling on every part of him your hands can reach. a refreshed sense of determination builds in his eyes and he presses hard on your navel.

“so deep, can see it.” lewis slurs, eyes fixed on your belly.

those five words make you unravel, sending you hurtling over the edge. he can’t help but fuck you through it, hammering home while you spasm around him so tight that he struggles to move.

“fucking addicted to this pussy.” lewis groans, burying himself as deep as he can go.

you’re utterly enchanted as you watch him reach his release, gnawing at your bottom lip when his part in a moan, allowing gentle puffs of air to escape. his long eyelashes rest delicately over his cheeks as his eyes fall shut, your name spilling out of his mouth like a needy prayer.

you’re warm from the inside out, flushed and full when he settles, pressing his body weight into you completely.

-

two weeks later, you’re in japan, bored senseless in yet another press conference. lewis sits further down the couch, and you have to cross your legs every time he speaks. no one seems to notice, except him, of course.

when it’s your turn to speak, and you’re asked all about your little spat with sir lewis back in australia, you shrug, smirking.

“we made up.”

-

oof

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merc specials ☆

summary: bf texts with lewis and george aka the merc boys

warnings: fem pronouns, nicknames (baby, love, darling, babe), banter, suggestive, slight nsfw, typos, mentions of alcohol and drinking,

lewis hamilton

george russell

an: i had so much fun making these, hope u have fun reading 🫶🏼🫶🏼

tags: @e-nonsense @thearchieves

[emchante]

kinktober | marked by jealousy - l.h.

summary: when another man is all over you at the club, lewis’ jealousy quietly builds. once you come back to him, lewis doesn't let you leave until he’s marked his territory.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, dom!lewis, possessive lewis, rough sex, bathroom sex, public sex, biting, dirty talk, claiming

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a/n happy halloween and final day of kinktober! nice to have this event done with, but i loved every second of it. i feel like this is one of my weaker works for this event, but ill let you all be the decider of that. thank you so much for the support this month!! so many new followers and faces and i'm so grateful to have you all <3

the pulsing bass vibrated through your body as you made your way back to the vip section. the darkened club felt like it was swallowing you whole, the flashing neon lights cutting through the fog of cigarette smoke. you could feel eyes on you, some lingering longer than others, but you kept your gaze forward, zeroing in on the roped-off area where you knew lewis would be waiting.

you pushed through the velvet rope, the bouncer recognizing you instantly, and exhaled in relief. you didn’t have to look up to know exactly where lewis was; he was always in the same spot, a commanding presence that drew your attention effortlessly. the club, no matter how crowded or chaotic, always faded away when you saw him.

lewis was leaning against the plush back of the booth, one arm draped over the low backrest. his other hand gripped a crystal glass half-filled with an amber liquid that glistened under the low light. his fingers tapped rhythmically against the glass, his jaw clenched in a hard line, and his dark eyes were fixed solely on you.

as you approached, his gaze never wavered. a heavy heat curled low in your stomach, knowing the weight of those eyes and the power they held over you. the man you’d left talking to at the bar was long forgotten in your mind, just a few minutes of idle conversation while lewis was busy entertaining a conversation of his own with some sponsors.

but clearly, lewis hadn't forgotten—or forgiven.

“hey, babe,” you called casually as you slid into the booth beside him, your knee brushing against his leg in an innocent, almost subconscious effort to bridge the gap between you. but the instant you felt the press of his body heat, you were aware of the tension coiled within him. the rhythmic tapping of his fingers ceased, and the grip on his glass tightened.

lewis turned his head slowly, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse skip. his expression remained neutral, a little too controlled, but the rigid set of his shoulders betrayed the storm brewing beneath the surface. he set his glass down on the table with a soft thud, never breaking eye contact.

“where’ve you been?” he asked, voice low and measured. his british accent, normally a smooth melody in your ears, felt like a rough edge against your skin tonight.

“just chatting,” you replied nonchalantly, trying to ignore the electric tension crackling between you. you leaned back, letting your arm rest along the booth’s backrest, attempting to play off the unease you felt with a carefree demeanor. but lewis wasn’t buying it.

“chatting?” he repeated, arching an eyebrow, and you could hear the thinly veiled displeasure in his voice. “seemed like a bit more than that.”

you tried to scoff, but it came out weak. “he was just being friendly. it’s not like—”

“i’m not in the mood for games,” he interrupted, voice still calm, but the roughness beneath it was unmistakable. “especially not with you.”

the sudden shift in his tone left no room for arguments. your heartbeat picked up, a rush of nervous energy flooding through your veins. this wasn’t unfamiliar territory, but it was rare for lewis to let his emotions bleed through like this in public. it was both thrilling and unnerving.

his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he abruptly stood, holding out his hand. “come with me.”

you hesitated for only a split second before you took his hand. it wasn’t just the firmness of his grip but the way his fingers seemed to lock around yours, as if asserting ownership with every breath you took.

he led you through the throngs of people, moving with a quiet authority that parted the crowd with ease. you followed closely, feeling the heat of his hand against yours, a silent promise of what was to come. when he steered you towards the back of the club, past the bustling dance floor and towards a dimly lit hallway, your heart began to pound with anticipation.

the hallway was narrow, lined with closed doors that offered varying levels of privacy. he didn’t stop until he reached the last door, pushing it open without a word. he led you inside, and as soon as the door clicked shut, you felt the tension snap like a taut wire.

before you could speak, lewis spun you around, pressing you firmly against the door. his body pressed flush against yours, a wall of heat that left no room to breathe. the hand that had been gripping yours now held your hip possessively, while his other hand braced against the door beside your head. you could feel his breath against your neck, warm and heavy, as if he was trying to restrain himself from something darker.

“lewis—” you started, but he cut you off with a low growl, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“do you think i didn’t see him all over you?” he murmured, voice rough and heavy with jealousy. his fingers dug into your hip, anchoring you in place. “didn’t see him touching you, laughing with you, fucking looking at you like that?”

your heart raced as his words sank in, the jealousy simmering in his voice sending a thrill through you. you opened your mouth to protest, to explain, but lewis wasn’t having any of it.

“no,” he muttered, his voice dropping even lower, barely above a whisper. “you’re mine.” before you could react, lewis’ hand moved from the door to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his lips crashed against yours. the kiss was rough, demanding, and you melted into it, unable to do anything but cling to him. his teeth scraped against your lower lip, and you gasped into his mouth, the sudden sting of pain sending a jolt of desire through your body.

lewis pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours as he stared down at you. his pupils were blown wide, eyes dark with unspoken possessiveness.

“you wanna act like you don’t belong to me?” he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through your chest. “fine. i’ll just have to remind you.”

before you could respond, lewis spun you around again, pressing you harder against the door. his hands were quick and decisive, lifting the hem of your dress and pushing it up over your hips. you could hear the low rasp of his breathing, the faint shuffle of fabric as he freed himself, and the anticipation made your head spin.

you felt his fingers hook under your panties, tugging them down roughly until they pooled around your ankles. then his hand was on your thigh, pulling your leg up and pinning it to the door, forcing you to open up for him.

the cool air against your exposed skin made you shiver, but the heat radiating from lewis’ body kept you grounded. you braced yourself against the door, fingers splayed out against the rough wood as you tried to steady your breathing.

“lewis,” you breathed, the plea slipping past your lips involuntarily. a “shh,” was murmured from him in return, and you could feel the sharp edge of his teeth against your shoulder, a warning bite. “not a word.”

there was no gentleness in the way he entered you, no patience or careful consideration. lewis wasn’t here to make love to you—he was here to reclaim you. his thrusts were hard and demanding, forcing the breath from your lungs with each movement. he pressed his chest against your back, pinning you between the door and the solid weight of his body, and you could do nothing but submit to him.

the rough rhythm of his hips, the low growl in his throat, the possessive way his fingers dug into your skin—it was all too much and not nearly enough. you moaned, the sound muffled against the door, but lewis wasn’t satisfied with that.

“louder,” he demanded, his voice rough and strained. “let them hear you.”

you bit your lip, trying to contain the sounds threatening to spill over, but lewis wasn’t having it. his hand snaked around to your front, fingers pressing firmly against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. the sudden pressure made you cry out, your head falling back against his shoulder.

“good girl,” he murmured approvingly, his teeth grazing the side of your neck. “now stay still.”

before you could process his words, you felt the sharp sting of his teeth against your skin. you gasped, your body arching instinctively as the pain mingled with pleasure. lewis didn’t relent; he bit down harder, the possessive growl in his throat reverberating through your body.

when he finally pulled back, you felt the lingering heat of his bite on your skin, a reminder of his claim. but lewis wasn’t finished. he kissed the spot he’d bitten, his lips gentle against the throbbing ache, and then he did it again, sinking his teeth into your flesh with the same intensity.

the pain and pleasure blurred together, each bite sending a shiver down your spine and tightening the knot of desire in your stomach. your breaths came in short, ragged gasps, and you could feel lewis’ heartbeat racing against your back, the steady rhythm mirroring the pounding in your chest.

“mine,” he murmured between bites, each word punctuated by another mark. “you’re mine, and everyone knows that sweetheart, even if they try act oblivious.”

his words, his touch, the unrelenting possession in his voice—it was overwhelming. your legs began to tremble, the strain of holding yourself up under the force of his thrusts pushing you closer to the edge.

“lewis,” you gasped, voice breathless and pleading. “please—”

but lewis wasn’t going to let you finish so easily, not until he was done with you. “not yet,” he muttered, his voice rough with restraint. “not until i say.”

you whimpered, the ache between your legs growing unbearable, but you did as he said, holding on by sheer force of will. lewis’ grip on you tightened, and you could feel the desperation in his touch, the raw intensity with which he claimed you. every thrust felt like a statement, a silent promise that he wasn’t letting go, that he wouldn’t allow anyone else to have you.

his lips were back at your neck, his breath hot and uneven against your flushed skin. when he sank his teeth in again, just below your jaw, it wasn’t just a bite—it was a brand, a mark that told the world who you belonged to. the sharp sting made you cry out, your fingers curling against the rough wood of the door as the pain blended seamlessly with pleasure.

lewis growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. “you think i don’t see it? the way they look at you? the way you smile at them?” his words were rough, almost choked, as if he was fighting to keep himself together. “but it doesn’t matter. because you’re mine.”

there was an edge of vulnerability beneath the possessiveness, a hint of fear that you’d slip away if he wasn’t careful. but that wasn’t going to happen—not now, not ever. not when he held you so tightly, every touch a silent plea for you to stay.

you couldn’t hold back any longer. the ache between your legs was almost painful, the need for release overwhelming every other thought in your mind. “lewis,” you gasped, the word barely audible over the pounding music outside and the rush of blood in your ears. “please.”

he exhaled sharply, the sound almost like a growl, and you felt the restraint in him snap. his thrusts became erratic, desperate, and you could feel his teeth graze your skin one last time before his hand slipped from your thigh to your hip, pulling you back against him as he drove into you with renewed urgency.

“now,” he murmured against your neck, the rough scrape of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “come for me.”

it was all you needed to hear. the pressure building inside you exploded, your body tensing and then shuddering violently as pleasure ripped through you. you cried out his name, the sound raw and desperate, and lewis didn’t hold back his own release any longer. his grip on you tightened almost painfully, his body pressing flush against yours as he followed you over the edge.

for a moment, the world disappeared—there was no club, no crowd, no lingering eyes. there was just you and lewis, two bodies pressed together, breaths mingling in the dark. the sensation of his lips on your skin, his fingers digging into your hip, his chest heaving against your back—it all felt like an unspoken promise, a silent confession of something deeper.

when you both finally came down from the high, lewis remained pressed against you, his breath hot and heavy in your ear. the weight of his body was a comforting reminder that he was still there, still holding onto you as if afraid you might vanish if he let go.

after a moment, he pulled back slightly, his hands loosening their grip on you but not letting go completely. his fingers brushed the marks he’d left on your neck, and you could feel the lingering heat of each bite, the skin still tender and throbbing.

lewis’ voice was softer when he spoke again, the rough edge replaced by something almost vulnerable. “look at me.”

you turned your head, meeting his gaze. the intensity in his eyes had softened, replaced by a mixture of possessiveness and something else—something raw and genuine that made your chest tighten.

“i’m not letting anyone else have you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “do you understand?”

you nodded, unable to find the words to respond. there was no need for words anyway—not when the marks he’d left on your skin spoke louder than anything you could say.

lewis exhaled slowly, his forehead resting against yours for a brief moment before he straightened, his hands sliding down to your waist. he adjusted your dress, his touch surprisingly gentle given the roughness of moments before, and you felt a strange sense of intimacy in the way he took care of you in the aftermath.

when he was satisfied, he stepped back, his gaze lingering on your neck for a moment longer before he finally met your eyes. “come on,” he said quietly, his voice rough but steady. “let’s get out of here.”

you didn’t argue. you simply nodded, taking his hand as he led you out of the bathroom and back into the pulsing heart of the club. the flashing lights and pounding music felt almost surreal now, a stark contrast to the dark intensity of what had just happened between you.

as you left the club, the cool night air hit your skin, making the marks on your neck tingle. you glanced up at lewis, who was walking beside you with a calm confidence that belied the storm you knew was still simmering beneath the surface.

he looked down at you, his hand squeezing yours, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. it wasn’t the smug, self-assured smile he often wore in public—it was something softer, almost relieved.

“ready to go home?” he asked, his voice holding a hint of vulnerability that made your chest tighten.

you nodded, squeezing his hand in return. “yeah. let’s go home.”

and as you walked together through the quiet streets, the city lights casting a soft glow around you, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of certainty settle in your chest. whatever doubts or fears lewis had about losing you, they were unfounded. he didn’t need to mark you with bites or bruises to prove his claim—you were already his, in every way that mattered.

[hiddenreamers]

I was in your music video - f1 drivers x singer!reader

SUMMARY: They say that if a poet loves you, they will write you into immortality. But if you date a musician, they might write you into the Billboard 100. Which is exactly what happens to your driver boyfriend.

Featuring: Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Carlos Sainz Jr, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, George Russell

Note: Yes, two songs are sung by male artists. Yes, I'm going to ignore that fact and you should, too.

Lewis Hamilton

He's been in the room maybe five times. The space always felt strangely sacred to him - this is where you write, compose and practice songs with your band; this is where the magic, so to speak, happens. Walls are absolutely covered with tour posters, polaroids and printed-out articles. There's a large mirror that seems to be a message board considering all the sticky notes and words written with a marker. The only somewhat de-cluttered space is surrounding the setup. It's an unspoken testament to being a musician in a band.

There's a certain tension inside the driver. You've never asked him to listen to a song before it's finished. Sure, he has listened through your albums before they were officially released but it was always just that - a recording, not a live version. So what's different this time? Why is it vital he hears this song early?

Walking through the room, Lewis has to carefully watch where he's going. He doesn't want to accidentally break something by stepping on a cable or kicking a box with unknown contents. Inside a garage, he knows what not to touch but a recording studio and instruments are pretty much an unknown world to him.

Lewis is standing around a tad awkwardly, hands in pockets, when the bassist pushes a big black box closer to the driver.

"Have a seat." The musician points to the chest.

Lewis frowns. "On the box?" he asks, unsure. "Is that okay?"

"It's the Lucky Chest, Hamilton," the bassist announces. The other band members snicker at the title. "You have to sit on it."

"What's lucky about it?" Lewis inquires. More than the seating choice, he's interested in the reason for laughter.

"The first time we played at a big festival," the guitarist begins, her story slightly interrupted by her tuning the guitar, "we were sitting on it and listening to Green Day's stage, wondering 'how the fuck are we supposed to play after them?'."

"We were doing like a punk-rock tribute thing," adds the drummer. He's adjusting his seat and judging by the constant up-and-down movement, he can't make up his mind. The process is finally over when he reaches to tap the high-hat and nods to himself, content.

"After we finished our set," you take over retelling the story, "Billy Joe Armstrong came up to us and said we did great."

"So now it's the Lucky Chest," concludes the bassist.

Perhaps it's another testament to being a musician in a band when multiple people together tell one story without cutting details or creating chaos. A true harmony, though a joke a little on the nose.

"Well, I'm honoured," Lewis says. An airy giggle escapes him as he's still thinking about how easily teamwork comes to you and your band.

"You should be." The guitarist points her finger at him in a joking but accusatory way. Then she looks over her shoulder. "Whenever you're ready, drummer boy."

Music fills the room and Lewis is instantly captivated by you. He noticed it the first time he saw you on stage, how something inside you changes the moment you hear the instruments playing. Intensity, fire - passion in its most primal form. But this time around, the look in your eyes is different. You're no longer looking at the audience but him specifically; instead of singing a song, you seem to be telling him something.

So he listens.

I'm a desert, you're an ocean It's your motion that I need Without you I am broken, left to thirst out in the heat

And how strange he suddenly feels: all of the sentiments he already knows but now that you've put them into words for the whole world to hear, he can't help but find some revelation in them. For a moment, there's only the two of you and your confession of desire. Every word resonates with him and Lewis feels like he could say all of those things about you, too.

The song is far from over but he has already decided - he will listen to it before every race.

Lando Norris

Nothing seemed different about that day.

Lando is streaming while you're still at the studio. In an hour or so, you will come back, he will end the stream and the two of you will sit down to eat something. You will talk about your day, he will say something silly and both of you will laugh. Just like you always did.

To his credit, Lando couldn't have known about the song because you never told him. Some part of you thought it would be a bit dramatic to announce that you've written a song about him but can't play it yet because it's not finished. It would spoil the fun, wouldn't it? Therefore, you decided to tell Lando only after he listened to the final product. Perhaps you also wanted to seem a lot more nonchalant about the whole thing, planning on giving him just an off-hand comment of "oh, by the way, this one's about you". Life, however, rarely turns out the way we plan and that's exactly what happened that night.

If it was just one or two people calling Lando "honeybee" on the stream, he probably wouldn't even notice. But even he will pay attention when the comments are going on hundreds if not thousands.

He can't help but grow flustered at the pet name born out of his visceral fear of insects.

"Who told you that?!" he yells in a comically angry tone, a poor attempt at hiding embarrassment.

The comments come flooding again, explaining the situation only in variations of your name and the title Espresso. And like a detective following a crime, Lando immediately searches the internet.

"I feel lied to," he speaks up. "She didn't tell me she has a new song coming out. Why am I the last one to know? When I literally live with her? This is so unfair, I'm obviously the biggest fan, I should know first!"

Lando plays the music video. From the first line of "he's thinking about me every night", his bashfulness only gets worse. What starts as an excited smile, grows into a flustered, giggly mess. Although his pride is on the line, he can't deny any of the claims you make in the song. Yes, he couldn't sleep one night thinking about you and texted you about that. Yes, he does call you often even though he hates making phone calls. And yes, Lando Norris is, in fact, wrapped around your finger. What a horse is everyone can see and similarly, everyone can see and define who Lando is when it comes to his girlfriend:

"Simp?" he reads one of the comments. "Look, maybe I am but at the end of the day I'm dating her and you're not so who's the real loser here?"

Lando can only laugh his heart out when the chat gets flooded with identical comments: You.

"Okay, I admit. I'm down bad for my girlfriend and I'm proud of that."

Tomorrow's headlines are bound to be interesting...

Oscar Piastri

Although Oscar has seen you in musicals countless times, this situation feels a lot weirder and more uncomfortable. When he comes to watch your show, he's in the audience and you're on the stage. Now you're sitting side by side on the couch in your shared apartment, about to see your first movie. You're both the audience and the creator, which leaves you unsure how to act.

Unfortunately, your discomfort only grows. Oscar seems to be enjoying the movie but joy is not granted to you on this day. With each minute, you know your big part is coming. Oh God, what is he going to think?

Then, you suddenly pause the film. Oscar looks at you confused.

"There's something you need to know before you watch this scene and listen to the song," you say before he can ask you about your strange actions.

Oscar's frown only deepens. "You're making it sound really serious."

"Because it is. The thing is... " you hang your voice, unsure how to put words together. How do you tell someone this without making things awkward? "This is more embarrassing than I thought it would be but the song you're about to hear, I wrote it thinking about you."

He's trying to smile but the shadow of embarrassment on his face doesn't go unnoticed. You can only hope it's good kind of nervous.

The movie is resumed. As your discomfort is barely tolerable, you're looking away from the TV, fidgeting ever-so-slightly. Once or twice, you glance at Oscar, trying to see his reaction. The problem is, he's sitting unbelievably still. True, Oscar Piastri tends to be on the calmer side but right now it feels off. As if lost deep in thought, he appears to be diligently contemplating the scene in the movie; picking apart the words that came to your mind while thinking about him.

When the song comes to an end, you pause the film once more. A tense silence falls between you and Oscar, both longing to say something and yet neither willing to.

"So?" you begin hesitantly. "What do you think?"

Oscar shifts awkwardly. "Erm... I don't really know what to say."

A nervous giggle escapes your lips. "It's really sappy, I know." You try to downplay the situation, fearing that his reaction is born out of something negative. Does he think you're clingy? Obsessive? Too dramatic to handle?

"It's not that," he quickly denies. "Well, okay, it is kind of sappy but it's good sappy?" Oscar's tone raises slightly, revealing that he's unsure whether it's the right choice of words.

"Good sappy?" you repeat.

It feels as though woe has weaved a nest inside your viscera. "Good sappy" sounds like a lovely, diplomatic euphemism used not to hurt someone's feelings.

"Yeah, it's just..." Oscar doesn't finish his sentence. He runs his hand through his hair, then rubs the back of his neck nervously. Finally, he looks at you but not in a way you're familiar with. There's something ethereal in his gaze, a glint of inexplicable emotion that would escape a less observant eye. "It's really beautiful," he says. "The fact that you feel this way about me?" You could swear there are tears in his eyes as he lets out a flustered giggle. "I can die happy now."

Carlos Sainz

As old tradition entails, the Thursdays before a race weekend are meant for golfing. And who is Carlos Sainz to not give in to the custom?

He's sitting in his car, impatiently ploughing through the traffic of the city centre. Why are people out and about at this time, anyway? Shouldn't they be at work? Wanting to get his mind off of the fact that he's going to be quite late to the game, Carlos turns on the radio. The man is mindlessly skipping through the stations until something catches his attention - the announcer introduces you as today's guest.

"Hello again, pretty girl," Carlos says to himself. A small smile enters his face.

"First of all, I'd like to thank you," the radio host begins. "Unfinished Business is just the album I've been waiting for this year. And not only me! Have you seen Billboard 100 lately?"

Your flustered giggle is just as adorable as always. "Yesterday evening, I think?"

The broadcaster sighs dramatically. "Then you have ancient news. I have the site pulled up now and check it every few minutes. Let me tell you, Unfinished Business has climbed twenty spots since morning."

"Oh, shoot."

"Indeed." The announcer laughs and Carlos does with him. It's such a familiar theme for the driver - you being more humble than you really should be, surprised by the success you entirely deserve.

"Now, to address the elephant in the room or rather on the music charts. Over and Over Again is like a love letter all of us have written but never sent. Tell me all about it!"

"I guess 'love letter' is a pretty good description," you explain. Curious, Carlos turns up the volume. "For some time, I was trying to put my thoughts together and tell someone how I felt but never could quite do it. I can write good songs but in real life, I'm pretty terrible at speaking my mind and talking about feelings. I just don't want people to misunderstand, you know?"

"What are you saying, hermosa?" Carlos asks aloud, although there's no one to answer him.

"At least you can write a song about it! We regular folk are stuck with memes and playlists."

"Thank God, I can!" You laugh and, as embarrassing as it may sound, Carlos feels a sudden warmth spreading through his chest. "I was struggling with saying what I wanted to say to him, so at some point, I just decided I could put those words and feelings into a song. He likes to listen to the radio when he's driving so he might even be listening right now."

Although nothing bad or negative is going on, Carlos feels himself growing tense, nervous. There's no doubt the "he" you keep mentioning is him but what exactly is it you've been trying to tell him? Is there something he's missing?

"Did you tell him you've written a song about him?" the radio host asks.

"It might have slipped my mind," you answer coyly.

The announcer only laughs. "Oh dear, what a way to find out! Without further ado, let's hear your love letter to the mysterious man. I really hope he's listening to us right now. Don't you dare change the station, you lucky guy."

To his own surprise, Carlos recognizes the melody - you've been humming it for weeks now. But as you begin singing, the words leave him in disbelief. Do you really... mean all of that?

Carlos is lost in the song, feeling as though the lyrics aren't just lyrics but your genuine confession; a true love letter, as you have said yourself. He's brought back to reality only when the car behind him honks and Carlos is a hair's breadth away from picking a fight with the other driver. Nothing requires more haste or attention than his girlfriend exclaiming to the whole world that he will always be the one for her and that she will love him over and over again.

Charles Leclerc

You don't hear Charles coming in - you're too lost in your own thing to remember there's an entire world outside of the song and the piano in front of you. On the other hand, Charles doesn't announce his arrival as he doesn't want to disturb you. To be perfectly honest, he's a little too curious to interrupt you. It happens very rarely that you practise outside of the studio and so Charles doesn't really get to hear your more casual singing, not an embellished performance for the audience.

As quietly as he can, he makes his way towards you. Charles casually leans against the doorframe, your back turned to him as you continue playing the piano. He barely bites back the smile that creeps onto his face whenever you effortlessly sing the high notes - they are difficult for professionals and yet you execute them so cleanly, they appear almost too easy.

The lyrics haunt him but in a truly delicious way. A particular note of sincerity in your voice makes the words stick to him like rain does to a reckless passerby. Sure, they will slip away, although not before drenching him; their vital piece will forever lie with him.

When the song comes to an end, Charles (without thinking twice) gives you a hefty applause. The surprise makes you almost fall off the chair.

"Shit, you scared me!" you yell at him. It takes a couple deep breaths and your boyfriend's apologies, to collect yourself. "How much did you hear?"

He shrugs, suddenly realizing that he wasn't supposed to hear even one note of the song. "Pretty much all of it."

Your expression must not be joyful as Charles resumes his apologies and poor attempts at excuses. Suddenly, you cut him off. "How'd you like it?"

For a moment, he only hums and mindlessly knocks at the doorframe, looking for the right words.

"I loved it," he confesses. A strange tension in his voice proves he's telling the truth. "It's a beautiful song."

"Good," you answer absentmindedly. Quietly, you nod to yourself before looking back at Charles, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "It would really suck if you hated a song about yourself, you know?"

His eyes grow wide and Charles seems to forget about blinking for a good minute. Judging by the changes in his expression, you can tell the exact thought process he's experiencing: realizing you've written a song about him, joy caused by that, remembering the lyrics and finally taking them personally.

The more observant fans might notice a new addition to his helmet: "Claire de Lune" written in elegant lettering.

George Russell

Common sense might tell you that a race car driver must have no fear. And that would be correct, although quite imprecise. They must have no fear on track, yes, but daily life is quite different from racing, isn't it? Or maybe George is discovering a range of emotions he has not known before.

Your relationship is fresh but that isn't to say it's not serious. The weight of the connection the two of you share is a major part of the reason why George has been dead set on taking things slow. The other part is him knowing what media circus will play out once the news breaks. It's hard to blame him for wanting to keep at least some aspect of his life private, especially one that means so much to him.

As understanding as you are, George's apprehensiveness is tiring. You perfectly understand his reasoning and to some degree share the sentiment but at the same time, you are just somebody in love - you itch to scream it to the whole world. Or, at the very least, share a picture of the two of you. Both of you haven't been middle-schoolers for quite some time now, so why act like ones?

George, like the supportive boyfriend he is, loves to see you in your element. He watches the music videos, yet, but he much prefers the dance practice videos, where you're visibly enjoying each second of the choreography. Therefore, when you upload a new dance video for your song, he's probably the first person to play it.

It's a catchy tune that makes even the most boring people want to dance a little. With his head moving to the rhythm, George doesn't focus much on the lyrics until something in the second verse catches his attention:

So used to hiding We built our kingdom around The right timing

The lines, understandably, hit a little too close to home to be a pure coincidence. Now suspicious, George replays the video - this time, he's actually listening to the words instead of focusing on your dancing. Any hesitation that he's the true recipient of the song is gone with the first line of "Say you want me". The desperation in your voice is simply too candid to be just an act for the sake of the performance.

With the song loudly playing on a loop, George is scrolling through his phone's gallery in search of the best pictures of the two of you. He can't help but mouth the lyrics along with your singing, only to randomly giggle as the thought once again settles - it's about him.

Your phone can't stop vibrating. The notifications are coming nonstop. What on Earth happened? Upon opening Instagram, the mystery is solved. The internet seemed to be set on fire when George posted a series of pictures of the two of you with a caption that earned a giddy chuckle from you: "Setting us in motion".

Max Verstappen

Max and you both understand how much support can change. Sometimes just knowing that this other person is out there, watching and cheering, can change everything. As such, the two of you try to attend each other's events as much as you can. Unfortunately, the universe isn't always kind and you end up on the opposite ends of the world. The only support you can offer then is watching the live-streamed event - just like Max is doing right now.

He's sitting in his driver's room in Singapore, while you're at an award show in the USA. Quite the distance. There's something unbearably humbling about having to watch your performance like most of the world, when Max is, without a doubt, not most of the world.

In the back of his mind, Max is still thinking about the conversation he had with you earlier. Although he never misses your performances, you made it a point to tell him to watch this one. In your own words, he's supposed to look out for something fun, like a detail that will make this show different from the others. So as though he is a hawk, or more of a vulture, Max is hyperanalizing everything that's happening on the screen. He's not about to miss your little surprise.

The song begins and as much as he wants to enjoy watching you in your element, Max is a missile on a mission. Nothing specific seems to catch his eye but that t-shirt you're wearing...

Max knows it all too well. Theoretically, it's his t-shirt but considering you wear it more often than he does, it's practically yours. Now it's styled to fit the concept and image of your bandmates but the colour, the logo, the number, are all unmistakeable. Considering how much you're touching the article of clothing, compared to other dancers, he's convinced he's found what he was meant to look for.

Before he can wonder why you've chosen to wear his t-shirt for your performance, it's you who gives him the answer through the lyrics:

I feel like for the first time I am not faking Fingers on my buttons and now you're playing Master of anticipation, don't you keep it all to yourself

Max Verstappen doesn't get flustered but if he did, he'd be beyond flustered right now. The realization hits him like a derailed train - the song that everyone has been obsessed with through the summer and that has pretty obvious sexual lyrics is actually about him.

And if he did get flustered, the emotion would be rather short-lived, giving way to pride. After all, the core meaning of the song is that he's a generous lover, right? Clearly, he's been taking good care of his girlfriend.

Now, each sung line of "Just the touch of your love" makes Max all the more frustrated that the two of you are so far apart. He's earned his title of "Master of anticipation" and he intends to keep it.

[landoughnut]

My Girlfriend

♡ masterlist - request - emoji anons

♡ pairing - charles leclerc x fem!reader

♡ summary - at first you were worried about going with charles to the paddock for the first time since you got together, you didn't want to make a bad impression on anyone, what you both least expected was for everyone to like you more than him!

♡ warnings - somewhat possessive charles, lots of fluff

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.07k | ahh im so excited this is my first for this account! please please send any requests you have cause I cant really think of ides ahaha xoxo

"Charles are you sure, they'll like me? I just-"

"Mon amour, they will love you," he kisses your forehead, "I promise". Walking hand in hand with him towards where everyone is, he feels you squeezing his hand.

Charles and you have been dating for a while already, but you'd kept it a secret from almost everyone else due to how harsh people can be. He wanted to protect you from all the nasty comments people may make, but now you are making your first public appearance.

You weren't a well-known figure or model like the other wags, although Charles has told you many times you can most definitely be one if you wanted to. He met you when he went to buy flowers for his mother, Pascale, and claims that it was love at first sight.

Finally, you get to where hundreds of fans crowded behind a gate, they start yelling when they see you two.

Charles wraps his arm around your waist as you two get closer so he can sign some stuff as he's passing by.

"Charles! Charles, who's this?"

"Is this your girlfriend?"

"She's beautiful, Charles!"

People shout many things along those lines making you blush and Charles smile. He kisses your head again as you give them a shy wave, cheeks pink.

Charles finishes a hat he's signing as introduces you to the crowd, "This is my lovely girlfriend," he speaks and is shocked at how loud the crowd was. Clapping, wolf-whistling, and awing. He hadn't heard one nasty comment, not that there was anything to hate on you for, but it's shocking to see the overwhelming amount of positivity.

"Hi, everyone," you speak, smiling at the people.

"Here! Take this!" a little girl yells holding out a bracelet.

Charles steps forward, "Thank y-"

"No no!" the girl takes her hand back, making him furrow his eyebrows, "for you, miss! You are very pretty."

Your eyes widen, "Me?" She nods and you crouch down to her, "Wow! It's gorgeous," you beam. It was a red beaded bracelet with Charles' initials and number on it. "I love it, thank you so much, sweetie!"

Charles' heart races and his stomach flutters watching you with the young girl, and then when you interact with the others, who seem to be giving you heart eyes at this point.

His eyes narrow at some men looking a little too intensely, so he catches up to you and puts his arm around your shoulder. You lean into him as he waves bye to the fans. You blow a kiss, making them get loud once again, and then walk with Charles to where the drivers were hanging around.

"You see, mon cœur, they adored you," he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your palm.

You let out a happy sigh, "They were a bit louder than I thought, but it was such a relief."

Arriving where the others were, Lando was the first one to spot you two. "Ah! Look who we have here! Charles and the girlfriend who he told but not showed," he grins.

You smile and lean a bit more towards Charles, "Hello," your voice quiet. These were your boyfriends friends, if they didn't like you-

You feel Charles give your waist a light squeeze, taking you out of your thoughts.

"Wow, no wonder Charles didn't bring you here yet," Lando grins and puts his hand on Charles' shoulder, "you've got yourself a stunner. Scared someone's gonna whisk her away, are you?"

You laugh and feel yourself relax, "Oh hush!"

You look behind Lando and see Daniel, Oscar, Max, Carlos, and Lewis coming over.

They all greet you and for the next few minutes all of you are having a great time together, laughing, making jokes, and it's as if you've all been friends forever.

Charles frowns as he watches, none of them even glances at him, too engrossed with you telling some stories from your floral shop. After a few more minutes he decided he had enough and walks over to you.

"Mon amour, why don't we head to my drivers room, I'll show you around," he smiles, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Alright, love. It was nice meeting you all! I'll see you guys soon!" You smile and they reciprocate it as you walk off.

Lewis and Max whistle in sync, "What a woman."

Charles huffs and hits his shoulder, "My woman, you mean."

Carlos chuckles, "Awh, is little Charles jealous?" Lando and Oscar laugh, glancing at each other.

"I'm not jealous," he frowns, crossing his arms. "It's just everyone we've seen today is fawning over her and it's like I'm not even here! Some of these people are ogling her like I, her boyfriend, am not right next to her!"

Danny shakes his head smiling, "Well, mate, she's a real sweetheart, what did you expect?"

"Well- I don't know! But she's waiting for me so... I'll see you guys later," he rolls his eyes as he hears his friends whistling as he walks towards you.

His eyes light up when he spots you chewing your lip, seemingly lost. "There you are!"

You turn towards him, "Thank goodness you're here! I was scared to ask for directions," you laugh.

"Good thing I'm here to be a guide then," he takes your hand gently and brings you into his room.

The moment the door is closed his lips are on yours, one hand cupping your face and neck and the other around your waist.

It took you a moment but you were kissing him back with the same passion. "I've been waiting to do that," he whispers, lips brushing yours.

You smiles, kissing him against. The rhythm of your lips together expressing your love without words.

He slowly walks back until he hits the bed, then sits down and grins as you straddle his lap.

"You're my girlfriend," he whispers, tracing your face, "my love, my angel."

You study his face as he admires yours, "I love you," you whisper, kissing him gently.

"I love you more, I don't know how I got so lucky."

You smile and hold his face in your hands, kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, and finally pecking his mouth, which was swollen from before. "I'm the lucky one, you are everything, darling," you smile.

He twirls a piece of your hair, "Alright, now how about I show you around the garage before people start wondering where we are?"ch

[pullupinarari]

At the right time [LH]

author's note: this is the beginning of the dad!Lewis AU that I've been thinking about writing for so long 🤧 thank you so much to the anon that requested this! I changed some bits, hope you don't mind! Enjoy it, mwah

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wc: 4090 - english is not my first language! feedback is always appreciated

“Shitty day at work, want to go have dinner out? I need to unwind a bit” - your phone screen lights up with a text from your husband, making you gasp as your attention is focused on a completely different thing.

The test in your hands is making your heart pound, your body is shaking while tears are slowly sliding through your cheeks. Two lines. Two, bright red lines that had just changed your entire future in a matter of minutes. A smile shows up on your face - the kind that you can’t control. You and Lewis have been talking about having babies for some time now, and you know that becoming a dad is Lewis’ biggest dream. You know it’s a spot in his life that he has yet to fulfill, having conquered everything in his career - and your family still has that chapter missing in the book.

And now, everything makes sense. The way your stomach has been acting weird, especially in the mornings, how you have been craving more food than you usually do. It’s like the puzzle fits now, the answer for your weird behaviors being right in front of you.

Lewis makes you feel safe, loved, protected - he’s responsible for making you believe in love again, after feeling discouraged for so long, before meeting him. He’s dedicated, gentle, loving, understanding. He could give you the entire world, but he chose to give you his heart, in its entirety - and that’s even bigger than the world. Whenever he looks at you, you feel seen, truly seen. He sees you for what you truly are, he sees your constellations, the ones that live inside of you. He sees your happiness, your fears, your anxieties, and he manages to reach them all with his warmth, his touch, the sparkle in his eyes talking to your emotions.

You know Lewis will be the best father that this baby could ever dream of. And that’s what makes this moment feel so right and so special: you finally found the right person, the one that will be there for your baby no matter what, the one who is going to act like a real father.

Your smile grows wider at the thought of breaking the news to your husband, so you quickly text him, agreeing on having dinner out - thinking of it as the perfect excuse to go out and celebrate once you tell him the news.

Looking at yourself in the mirror while you’re getting ready, you notice a different sparkle in your eyes already. You choose a simple, nice dress that you know that Lewis loves to see you in, but your mind can’t stop imagining how your belly will grow in the next couple of months.

Lewis appears behind you, startling you - he almost caught you with your hand on your stomach, but you managed to cover your movement, making it seem like you were just adjusting your dress.

“You look gorgeous, darling” - his voice feels warm against your neck, where he lands a kiss while he hugs you from behind, framing your body effortlessly.

You absently drown in his touch, gluing your bodies together even more. You turn your face to him, capturing his lips in a loving kiss. “Hard day at work, huh?” - you question, noticing the frown on his face - he clearly doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Everything just got better now that I have you in my arms. It’s a power that you have” - he gives you a gentle smile, realizing how badly he was in need to feel your touch as well. Your hand caresses his beard and cheek, and you notice how he melts on your skin, his eyes closing for a second while he breathes heavily, trying to let go of the tension surrounding his body.

“We can stay home and order something, if you’d like. You seem tired, love” - you point out, your soft words contrasting with the heavy cloud hovering on his head.

He just shakes his head slightly, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. “No, baby. Let’s go and have some fun” - he tries his best to assure you that he is fine, trying to get his mind off all the problems happening at work, for a couple of hours.

And so you do, you decide to go to your favorite Italian restaurant. You look at the menu, and you already know what your favorite dishes are. Lewis can already guess what you’re going to order - spaghetti al nero, your ultimate favorite from this place, the dish that you never grow tired of.

“I am going to have this dish… a risotto with mushrooms? Please” - you ask the waiter, and Lewis can’t help but look up, with furrowed eyebrows and a confused look on his face.

“I’ll have the penne arrabiatta, please” - he orders, thanking the waiter as he distances himself from your table. “Baby, are you okay? Why did you order that? You hate mushrooms” - Lewis asks you, the question mark in his face looking evident now.

Your face turns into a compromised look, your brain realizing that you, indeed, hate mushrooms, but you can’t help the cravings pooling in your stomach. Your mouth is salivating at the thought of having the dish in front of you, making you feel like you can’t wait much longer to eat.

“I want to try it! I am giving other foods a chance, see if I can improve my taste buds” - you say, noticing how Lewis looks at you with a raised brow now, not understanding a word of what you’re saying, but he still lets you have it your way.

Your food finally arrives, and you can’t help but inspect your dish. It’s like the mushrooms stand out in the middle of the risotto, shadowing the rest of the food on the plate. Meanwhile, you take a look at your husband’s plate - looking way more delicious than yours.

“Humm, looks so tasty” - Lewis says ironically while he studies your reaction, how your face is closed in a slightly disgusted expression, how your body froze once your eyes landed on the dish in front of you. He giggles to himself, already knowing that you won’t be able to eat all your food.

You give him a look, tasting your dish. The risotto tastes good, but you can’t control your facial expressions when you get to taste a mushroom. It lingers in your mouth while you try to avoid it, not wanting to chew on it - but you do. Your face wrinkles at the taste, you definitely don’t enjoy it, but your stomach wants it, and your body is fighting an internal battle with the mixture of emotions that you’re feeling now.

Lewis watches you attentively, widening his eyes while he waits for you to finally eat the damn mushroom that’s been sitting in your mouth for too long now. You need to make an extra effort to swallow it, and the man in front of you is now feeling sorry for you.

“Baby, my love, light of my life - can you explain to me why the hell you’re doing this to yourself?” - he says with an amused expression, he can’t deny that the show that the facial expressions you are giving him is very entertaining.

You sigh, not wanting to break the news to him in a restaurant full of people. This is your special moment, it belongs to just the two of you, so you hold the words inside of you.

“I just wanted to give it a try. I wanted to have some risotto and I thought it would be a good idea to act like an adult and actually eat the mushrooms” - a frown paints your face now, as you try and push yourself to eat another one, even while feeling like you could throw up anytime now.

“Okay, this is enough” - Lewis says as he takes the plate away from you. “Let’s just order you some food that you actually enjoy, okay?” - he suggests, his hand searching for yours across the table, caressing your knuckles as he reads the disappointed expression on your face now.

You sigh again, shrugging your shoulders, like you don’t know what to do. “But I will have to wait, and I’m so hungry” - you say quietly, feeling slightly embarrassed by your choices now.

Lewis nods his head, agreeing with you. His hands move his own plate to the center of the table, smiling at you while he pushes his chair a little more so he can reach the dish in its new place. You send him a puzzled look in response, but he just signals you to move yourself a little closer to the food as well.

“Come on love, let’s have dinner. I don’t want you to starve and I know you like what I ordered, so please, take a bite. I promise you it’s delicious” - the adorable expression on his face, alongside his soft words, the way his eyes shine as he found a solution to help you, could almost make you cry now. You truly are so lucky to have him.

The way your bodies are so close to the table now, how you share the pasta with love plastered all over your faces, could make anyone wish they were fortunate enough to have what you two have. It’s the way you look at each other, leaning on your elbows so your faces grow closer, adoration and devotion emanating from your bodies, creating a bubble of love around you two, like there’s no one else in the world, at this moment. You eat in silence, letting a few giggles and smiles escape your lips as your eyes speak for both of you now.

“I love you so much” - Lewis says as he holds your hand gently, his fingers caressing yours after you finish your dinner now.

“I love you even more. You even shared your dish with me” - you note with a small laugh, wishing you could stay in this moment forever.

“Oh, please. I would rather be the one not eating just for you to have the food, my love. I share my life with you, why the hell wouldn’t I share dinner with my beautiful wife?” - he grins, kissing your hand softly. He is feeling softer, his body is melting at the way you seem to warm his heart every time he is in need of it. He just wants to hold you, kiss you, cuddle you, his eyes can’t stop shining at the sight of you, at the realization that he is, indeed, the luckiest man on the planet for having you.

“I’ll just go to the bathroom before we leave, okay? I think we need some cuddle time on the sofa” - you let him know, while he nods his head at your suggestion - it’s like you could read his mind.

Lewis’ eyes follow your silhouette on your way to the bathroom, a smile resting on his face while he feels your loving aura still lingering in the air - it’s like you’re a poem, one that remains in his mind after he read it, feeling it running through his veins as he grew obsessed with it, like a loving set of words that he remembers every single day when he sees you.

All your good parts, all the flaws, the adventures you explore together, each moment forms a different chapter in the pages of your life. And he can’t stop thanking God, life, destiny, for putting him in your way, for allowing him to be part of your story, to write a couple of poems by your side. You are the book that he wants to read every single day, for the rest of his life, and he could never get tired of it.

After a second, Lewis notices another guy completely checking you out as you pass by him, and his eyebrows furrow when he notices the dude changing his position at the bar, like he’s ready to meet you once you step outside - and the calm bubble that once surrounded yours and his mind, bursts.

His instinct kicks in, immediately getting up from his seat at the table to pay for your dishes. He then positions his body near the bathroom exit, in a way that it would make it harder for the other guy to reach you once you show up.

He is just tired, exhausted really, and he can’t help but feel some jealousy creeping through his body at the way other dudes check you out. You truly are the most gorgeous woman he has ever laid his eyes on, and he understands that other guys notice your beauty. Any other day, it would boost his ego, knowing that you are his, he is the lucky one that gets to be married to you. But tonight, he just wants to go home, he wants to have you all to his eyes only - he can’t stop his possessive trait to show now.

You leave the bathroom, facing Lewis as soon as you step out, surprised by the way he is at the door - expecting to find him still at your table. “Someone is eager for that cuddle session, I see” - you giggle, wrapping your body around his arm, but frowning when you notice how stiff his body feels now and how silent he goes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” - you ask him, wondering what could’ve happened to make his mood backtrack so much in just a few minutes.

He sighs, holding the door for you to walk out the restaurant. “Let’s just go home, please. I am not in the mood for this” - he answers, as both of you enter the car now.

You look at him attentively while you notice the way his face fell so quickly, how he seems to be feeling discouraged and upset again.

“Lew… talk to me, baby. I’m here for you” - your hand finds his, nestling it on your lap as your fingers gently caress his knuckles. You turn your body to him, using your left hand to gently touch his cheek.

The way you touch his skin so lightly, so softly, makes his head lean on your hand instinctively, his body searching for more comfort, for your warmth.

“I got jealous because of this dude checking you out when you left the table. But I am so exhausted, I don’t even have the strength to deal with my own feelings right now, so I just wanted to leave as soon as possible. I don’t want to feed those stupid emotions, I already have my mind full of problems and concerns” - he admits, his eyes looking smaller in his face, due to the tiredness enduring in his body.

You nod your head, understanding his words. You make sure to keep comforting his body, loving the way he seems to relax when he feels your touch. “Baby, you know you don’t have to worry about any of that. I don’t care about any guys looking at me and you know it. I chose you, I married you, and I would choose you every single time. You’re the only one I want, silly” - you tell him with a giggle, your finger carefully bopping the tip of his nose, making him smile softly.

He knows about all that - of course he does. But it’s the way he hears it coming from you, it’s your words that are comforting him, the way you are always by his side when he is feeling down and doubtful, like his safety net - always ready to hold him and to make him feel safe in a heartbeat.

Now, it’s just you and him in the car - still parked in front of the restaurant, Lewis not having the will to drive just yet while he is venting about the way his mind feels so chaotic now. But you’re enjoying it: the silence, the way the moon reflects on the windows, letting some light in so you can see each other’s features. Your legs are now resting on his lap - a way he found to bring your body closer to his, wanting to feel you more, to draw patterns on your skin while your fingers still move on his features lovingly.

There it is: your safe place again, your bubble of love and protection, the calm surrounding you while all the chaos stays outside - like it can’t reach you and your husband when you are together. And you feel like you could burst right here, right now, knowing you still have such an important surprise to tell him. Your heart is beating out of your chest, you try to take subtle deep breaths, but you realize that there’s no point in waiting until you two get home - not when you feel so comfortable and at peace in this moment.

“And I also think that you shouldn’t focus on that, right now. We have something bigger to worry about from now on” - you tell him quietly, while you try to suppress the huge smile threatening to form on your face.

Lewis closes his eyes at your words, sighing. “You’re right. This season hasn’t been going well at all, and we still don’t know how things are going to go next year-” - he starts rambling, his mind immediately going back to all his problems at work, not even realizing that you’re trying to hint something now.

“No” - you say between giggles, catching his attention. “Love, I am pregnant” - you tell him while your hand caresses your stomach gently, some tears appearing in your eyes already.

Lewis stays silent for a second, his mouth agape at what he just heard. “Wh- What? Pregnant? Really, baby?” - his voice is quiet and low, he feels his vision getting blurry as well now as he turns his entire body to you, facing you completely and inspecting your body, his eyes gluing themselves to your belly immediately.

You just nod your head, letting the tears slide through your cheeks as Lewis reaches for you, hugging you tightly while he moves your body gently so you can sit on his lap now. It’s the way he holds you, breathing heavily as he lets his own tears fall free as well.

“You’re going to be a daddy, my love. The best dad ever” - you confirm, smiling wide at him, while the crying matches both of you.

“I am going to be a dad. Oh my God, I am going to be a dad! This is the best news ever” - the man hides his face on your neck as he keeps crying silently, his own hand caressing your stomach instinctively now. Your hand caresses his scalp, the effervescent feeling of happiness surrounding both of you now seems never ending.

“I love you so much, my love. I love you, I love you. Thank you, I don’t even know what to say. I’m so happy, baby. We are going to be parents!” - he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, one of his hands holding your cheek, but the other one never leaving your belly now.

You just giggle at his words, seeing how his eyes are shining so brightly now. Even if it’s dark inside the car right now, you can still see it - the feeling of realization, of pure love, happiness. The way his wide smile is making his eyes look small because he can’t stop the excitement that’s running through his veins now - forgetting about all the problems that were surrounding his mind just a few minutes ago.

“I found out this morning. The test says I’m 5 weeks pregnant, but I’m booking a doctor’s appointment to make sure” - you let him know while your fingers wipe the tears from your face, calming down now.

“5 weeks?!” - his eyes widen as he sniffles a bit. “That’s why you’ve been acting weird, right? Your stomach has been feeling off, that weird thing with mushrooms just now…” - Lewis starts connecting the dots.

You nod your head again, a laugh escaping your lips. “Yeah” - you don’t even want to think about the mushrooms again, feeling nauseous just by the thought of it.

“Jesus darling, that was so painful to watch” - he is the one erupting in laughter now, but a few seconds after, he is paying attention to your stomach.

“Hey, little bean. It’s daddy” - Lewis smiles to himself as he talks to your belly now, something that he couldn’t imagine that would be happening now. “You need to stop making mommy eat food that she doesn’t like, please. I can tell you that her silly faces are fun to watch, but please try to avoid it, alright? So she won’t get mad at both of us” - his giggles echo through the car, making you laugh as well.

“No, but for real, now. I am going to do everything in my power to take care of both of you, to protect you and to make sure you have everything that you need” - his eyes focus on yours for a moment, in a promise of love - of forever, a promise that he will never fail.

And you know it. And this is why you know that Lewis will be the best dad you could ever ask for your baby. Because he’s attentive, caring, dedicated - and he has been dreaming of becoming a dad for years now, waiting for the right person, the right time.

If you were going to ask him, he might think that this wasn’t the ideal time - considering all the chaos he’s been living through at work. But everything happens for a reason, and he has no doubts that this baby is coming into your lives at the right time, to light up his world, his days, to give him another reason to continue, even when he feels down. Another reason to rise.

And that night, when you lay next to each other, he hugs you close, and the way you smile at each other, shyly, lovingly, says everything to the both of you - he has never been more sure that he will forever be in love with you. His hands wrap around your belly gently when he spoons your figure, breathing in your hair - his favorite scent ever, immediately associating it with you, everywhere he is.

You are his home, and you have been for the past however many years. But now, you are also the home of your baby, and Lewis is so grateful that he chose you - to be his wife, and the mother of his babies. He is proud to make all his dreams come true by your side.

“Goodnight, my loves. I love both of you so much” - he whispers in your ear, leaving small kisses on your cheek, neck and shoulder while his hands caress your belly - even if it doesn’t look like a baby is inside there yet. But you and Lewis know there is, and that’s enough to make your hearts warm.

His arms are the place where you feel the safest. He is the one that calms your heartbeat, that quiets down all your fears and worries - just like how you do for him. He is the one that completes you, the pillar of your family.

Poetry is not on the streets, poetry is not in life. Poetry is in your eyes, in the way you see things, in the way you feel everything around you. And there couldn’t be a better poem than the sight of the love of your life wrapped around you, his hands touching your belly, dreaming about your baby already.

The most beautiful poem, carefully written and planned by all the gods standing in the roman coliseum, taking them centuries to finish their best work - him. And how grateful you are for being able to have him all to yourself, to call him your husband and now, father of your baby. Raising a family by his side truly is the most beautiful chapter that you could write together, and you have no doubts about it.

Now you just have to be patient, in need to calm your racing heart at the thought of wanting to know everything about your child already, of holding your baby in your arms. Now, everything seems a bit confusing, a thousand questions and fears popping in your brain. But you’re sure of one thing: love will never fail your baby - he is already so, so loved. And the journey is just about to start.

[norrisleclercf1]

Dad!lewis coming home from race week to spend time with his kids

Idk I’m just in a dad!lewis mood

A/N: Dad!Lewis is adorable

It was oddly a little too quiet in the Hamilton household and with twins, it was never good especially when it came to Ivy and Kai. Your little terrors you wouldn't trade the world for, but still with it being quiet at 8am, you knew something was up.

Sitting up, you listen for the twins, who at 6 were old enough to get up and come bother you to get up and start your morning routine. But, it was a little different, as Lewis, was currently away for a race with Ferrari. It was still weird to say that honestly, it's been 2 years and you still couldn't wrap your head around having to wear the glorious red.

Climbing out of bed you move gently, listening for any sounds of the kids, but none alert you, which just makes your alarm bells go off. Stepping through the house you stop, hearing the TV on low, Kai, your genius little boy had turned on the TV, again. "Kai," You whisper but stop being greeted by the sight of your babies and their father curled up on the couch.

Lewis was still wearing his team kit, and the kids wearing their pj's and stuffies next to them. "Lewis," You whisper, gently kneeling and rubbing the back of your hand against his cheek. Lewis snorts, and slowly wakes up and smiles, his arms tightening on his babies. "Hi, lovely," You smile at his accent, thick from sleep as Ivy rests her head on his chest tugging on her little bunny that Nico gave her when she was born.

"What are you doing on the couch?" You whisper and Lewis chuckles and cranes his head to look at the time and sighs. "I came home late, and the kiddos heard me. I was taking my shoes off on the couch when they crept out. "I didn't want to wake you, and they got so excited they couldn't go back to sleep. So, I turned on a Disney movie and I guess we all just passed out," He smiles, it was a moment he'll remember forever.

"I'll start on breakfast," Lewis shakes his head no, and pulls you onto the couch, you're careful not to fall on Kai who was tucked close into his father's side. You move him carefully as he cuddles into you and Lewis holds his family close. Sighing you place your head on his chest as he closes his eyes again.

"I love you," He whispers, kissing your temple gently as you smile letting the morning sun rest on you like a cat. "I love you too, Kai was happy you got a podium," You whisper and he practically glows hearing that. "And Ivy?" He whispers and you giggle, "Sad that Max wasn't there," Lewis shakes his head not knowing where his daughter's love for Max came from.

"Yes, but she was still happy you did well," Lewis chuckles and kisses your cheek, "And you?" He smirks, "Careful Hamilton," you say sternly that makes him pout. "Whatever, get you later," He pats your bum gently and you both go still as the kids move around before calming down. "If you wake them, I'll kill you," Lewis has to bite down his laugh and nods his head. "Yeah trust me, they've been sleeping for 10 hours, I'm terrified."

[multicohn]

summary: lewis feels insecure about the age gap between him and his girlfriend when he watches her interact with the younger drivers

warnings: age gap ( not specified )

pairing: younger! fem! reader x lewis hamilton

genre: angst ( if you squint ), fluff

face claim: no one

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flashback

y/n was busy typing away on her laptop when he walked into the library, lewis didn’t know why he felt like going to one, but did so out of impulse. at the time, she didn’t stand out to him and y/n was just another person that was there when he was. but, then he noticed how the desk she sat at started piling up with more and more books until he could barely see her.

then one day, she wasn’t there.

lewis found himself intrigued by what she was doing — is she a student? if so, what does she study? is it apart of her job? what does she do? he pondered on about the ( hair colour ) girl and wanted to ask, but felt himself slowly lose confidence the longer she didn’t show up.

after a few weeks of being away, lewis once again found himself entering the library and immediately moved towards the desk that the ( hair colour ) girl sat at and was relived to see her, but furrowed his eyebrows at seeing her sleeping.

“hey” lewis shook her gently, but she jumped and immediately brought her fists up. his eyes widened and he took a step back before raising his hands

“just making sure you were alright” she put her fists down in embarrassment before rubbing her eyes

“oh, yeah, sorry. just tired, do you happen to know the time?” lewis looked down at his watch and read the time which made her groan

“i’m going to be late”

lewis wasn’t sure what took over him, but saying the words; “i could take you” should’ve never left his mouth

“i don’t trust strangers” she glared at him and lewis knew he messed up

“do you not know who i am?”

“…am i supposed?” he sat down in the chair in front of her and she raised at eyebrow at his actions

“have you ever heard of formula one?”

“no. are you like a scientist or chemist or something?”

y/n would later search him up once she left and upon realising how famous he was, y/n wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it. a scientist? chemist? why couldn’t she have just kept her mouth shut and ran away when he tried to start conversation?

y/n had honestly thought that lewis wouldn’t talk to her anymore and at the time was just oddly concerned about her being asleep, but the next day he sat with her and was curious about what she was doing. y/n has never had anyone so interested in her and found it strange, but also oddly comforting. unless, they were adults, y/n never cared much about age gaps and lewis wasn’t particularly worried about such since y/n acted much older. he didn’t even know that she was younger than him until he asked — it did feel a bit strange, but she is an adult, so lewis took a chance and asked her out on a date.

he couldn’t stop smiling when she agreed.

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when lewis appeared at the british grand prix with an unknown girl beside him, the internet broke down. they were quick to find out about y/n l/n who is just a simple girl that is currently studying ( subject ) while working ( job ). she was someone who no one could’ve ever imagined dating a seven-time world champion.

she didn’t model, wasn’t an actress or any kind of musician. in the words of fans, y/n is deemed as basic — even her style was non-existent before dating lewis.

“toto” y/n’s grip on lewis’ hand tightened as they walked towards his boss

“lewis” he greeted warmly before looking at her, “this must be y/n, correct? i’ve heard much about you” she shook his hand with a small smile before lewis kissed the top of her head / temple / cheek ( depends on height )

“mick should be here soon with carmen — she’s geroge’s girlfriend — then i’ll introduce to you some of the others” lewis has talked about his friends, both current and former, and was more than happy to finally introduce her to the current roster of racers, but also wanted to take things slow in case she got too nervous

mick soon appeared with carmen and they both welcomed y/n warmly before taking her away from lewis so could get ready for the meeting and race.

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y/n met a few of the other drivers who were her age or close to and she oddly got along well with them. lewis didn’t understand certain slang or terms y/n used, but she didn’t mind and explained them, but talking with someone who understood her strange humour made her feel less nervous / anxious.

unbeknownst to y/n, lewis was watching her interact with the younger drivers and couldn’t help the feeling that bubbled up within him. she didn’t care about their age gap since they’re both adults, but seeing her get along so well with them made him feel like she might be better off with someone closer to her age; they could understand each other better, the internet might accept them more —

“lewis, mate. do you see your girlfriend? carmen said she left her with ( driver closest to your age )” geroge looked up from his phone to see him nod silently. furrowing his eyebrows, geroge followed lewis’ line of sight to see y/n laughing with ( driver closest to your age )

“oh, there they are” he started walking towards them before lewis could stop him and only sighed before following

y/n lit up at seeing her boyfriend and smiled lightly at geroge who introduced himself. ( driver closest to your age ) quickly said his goodbyes before going towards his garage, lewis hesitatingly grabbed her hand.

geroge noticed and coughed before looking around, “i think i hear carmen calling me” he rushed away making y/n tilt her head in confusion before looking at lewis for an answer, but he just stared at their intertwined hands

“lewis? are you alright?”

it went for a few seconds.

“are you really okay with dating me?”

“wh-what?” y/n asked shocked, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“shouldn’t you date someone closer in age?”

“where’s this coming from?”

“i just thought-“ she cut him off quickly

“i wouldn’t be dating you if i had a problem with our ages. honestly, i don’t care” y/n clarified and tightened her grip

“do you want to tell me what happened to make you think this, again? or should we wait till after the race” lewis shook his head

“just seeing you interact with ( driver closest to your age ) so easily made me think…”

y/n placed her free hand on his cheek and leaned into to kiss him gently. lewis felt the tense release from his shoulders as she pulled back, looking rather embarrassed about kissing him so passionately in public.

“let’s go to the garage, wanna sit in my car?”

“can i really?!” y/n asked excitedly and he chuckled with a nod

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extra scene:

mick had seemed rather excited to introduce y/n to a certain former driver while carmen had use the bathroom. he greeted him warmly while y/n smiled once she made eye contact with the former mercedes driver.

“nice to meet you, i’m nico rosberg” he seemed rather awkward, but so did y/n as they shook hands

“i know, i’m y/n. lewis talks about you” nico paused and she felt his grip tighten ever so slightly

“he does?” he asked in a quiet tone that even y/n wasn’t sure if she heard him right given the amount of noise around them

“yeah? a lot, actually” he nodded quietly and looked behind her making y/n turn. she smiled upon seeing her boyfriend walking towards them

nico froze as he approached and kissed y/n gently before looking at his former friend.

“i see you’ve met my girl” nico nodded silently as lewis turned his attention to her

“well, it was nice to see you mate” he hit his arm lightly before taking y/n’s hand and leading her away towards the mercedes garage