#he is the snowman lol

[sasanka-27]

Calendar’s prompt list

[candyheartedchy]

Wanted to draw Scratch with legs and ended up being reminded of Frosty by his design and now I have a AU I guess 🤷‍♀️

Original Screenshot

[katanaski-main]

—𝓐 𝓚𝓐𝓣𝓐𝓝𝓐𝓢𝓚𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 ☃️

𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆ Snowball fights, horse riding in the mountains, cuddling by the fireplace, bonfires, hot chocolate and hotsprings. Walks into town, dinner for two under the northern lights and kisses at midnight ☃︎₊˚⊹♡

What does a holiday gateway look like with your fave? An exotic place? A cozy place only the two of you know? Show me what your time with you favorite lover looks like

☃︎𖠰₊ ⊹❆₊ ⊹ᨒ↟ 𖠰

[akkivee]

remember when kuukou made a little buddha snowman??? well i say he should make snowmen of his team—

[flamestar126]

Snuggling near the fire

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[ask-numberjacks]

I celebrate Christmas, but to those who don't, we wish you a wonderful holiday season! ✨

[planetamarte]

realizing some mutuals probably havent seen him before. this is olaf hes 8 and he loves to sit like a person whenever hes grooming himself

[abc04]

thinking abt cg kaito... giggles and kicks my feet

[dread-knight]

I feel like, if I post my carsoro shit eventually “carsoro hylics” google results will become populated with my fake and gay fanon. like something i drew already shows up bc I posted it on da. that is terrifying but also hilarious. But like. my gay ass fanon? made for myself? seen by people other than me and my close friends and also like the tumblr portion of hylics fans?? good lird thats a scary thought. Ofc I would have to get over my weird complex I have about making like... fanfic? au? type shit for myself and sharing it with other human beings.

[piano-sideblog]

I like Kaito and at the same time I'm his biggest hater ever for literally no reason

[enbyboiwonder]

I wish the picture quality were better (unless it’s just the preview and the actual ebook is better, but somehow I doubt it; the physical book is already pretty small and the picture’s tiny) but they’re so adorable

[landograndprix]

╰┈➤ ❝ desire us • l.n c.l ❞ i

part two

➪ life changed after you decided to go through it as a single woman, offering your daughter the best life she deserves, focusing on work, friends and family but damn, that guy.

➪ life is good and so is your 'friendship' with lando

➪ mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ book two is here & im so so sorry it took so long :( this takes place 2/3 years after desire. I kept the taglist from the first part of this series but let me know if you don't want to be tagged anymore. Comments and feedback are welcome <3 **I fucked up with Shangai gp and Suzuka, please pretend you never saw that 😭

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y/nusername

📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco

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y/nusername meeting manon's mini 👶🏻

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norrizz welcome to the world manon's mini! <3

milliexoxo he's here! Will drop by soon 💙

↳ manon_roux still in florida with your boy?

milliexoxo yessss ☺

logansargeant what's his name, logan?

manon_roux boy you wish :')

logiebear still not over the fact logan is a part of this silly ass friend group 😂

norry4 congrats to Manon & Alice 🍼

joris__trouche bienvenue petit garçon 💙 (welcome baby boy)

landooooo zoe would make a great big sister 👀

↳ carlandooo bet lando would love to volunteer 👀

landooooo lando give y/n a 2nd baby pls 😭

norrisgp what the actual fuck is wrong with you guys?

landonorris thanks for the nephew 💙

landonorris his name's lando right?

↳ alicedidier 🖕

landonorris classy

yukisan MANON HAD A BABY?!

↳ landoscar girl her and her wife have a whole football team already 💀

yukisan WIFE?!

charles_leclerc bébé, tu es déjà tellement aimé 👶🏻💙 (baby boy, you're so loved already)

leclerc_16 all these men in the comments having massive baby fever lmao

charlos16 I personally think Charles and y/n should give zoe a sibling

↳ norry4 leave them alone jfc

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y/nusername

📍 Australia

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y/nusername straya 🇦🇺

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oscarpiastri would've given you a tour if you'd told me you were here

↳ y/nusername I've been here before, I know my way around :')

oscarpiastri I guess what i'm trying to ask is; do you want to hang out?

y/nusername no, I only want to hang out with lily

oscarpiastri that's fair and totally understandable

landoscar I love them your honor 😭

norrizz just two girlie girls living their best lives 🥺

charles_leclerc c'est définitivement ta fille 😂 (definitely the your daughter)

↳ arthur_leclerc deux divas (two divas)

y/nusername tu devrais peut-être te regarder dans le miroir une seconde ;) (maybe you should look in the mirror for a second)

joris__trouche trois divas dont Arthur 😂 (three divas including Arthur)

y/nusername fais-en quatre parce que tu es le plus grand de tous 🤣 (make that four because you are the biggest one of them all)

norry4 can't wait to see your pretty face on TV again <3

milliexoxo thanks for the invite..

↳ y/nusername you're welcome 😘

logansarge mom abandoning her child again lol

hamilt44n pls continue to humble Danica this season 😂

sharl16 I'm counting 3 adorable koalas in this post 🐨

landonorris do you want to build a snowman?

↳ y/nusername no

landonorris oh ☹️

y/nlando please y'all still so cute :(

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y/nusername osc & co.

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mrsnorris interesting

oscarpiastri knew I was being watched

norrisfour in the mclaren garage again? Interesting indeed 👀

↳ bott_ass she was in Oscar's side of the garage, calm your tits

norrizz yall need to chill out, she's with mclaren, ferrari and williams most of the time. She's friends with their drivers. Give it a break.

logansarge what the hell millie, a mclaren hoodie?! 😭

↳ milliexoxo I'm sorry, it was the first thing I found in y/n her suitcase!

landoscar it's alright bestie, we know it's your favorite team <3

milliexoxo don't tell my bf :(

charlos16 dinner with lando you say?

maxfnorris where's zoë?

↳ sharl16 she's got a dad too yknow?

maxfnorris I never see them together

sharl16 then you need a pair of glasses cause youre blind as shit, Charles loves to show off his daughter 💀

landonorris starting to feel you're a bit obsessed with osc

↳ y/nusername just a bit?

landonorris a bit too much

manon_roux same 🥰

y/nusername yeah, don't you just want to pinch his cheeks and ruffle his hair?

manon_roux i just want to kidnap him and put him in my basement

oscarpiastri this is getting weird now, should I be worried?

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manon_roux

What are you doing in London?

I mean I know why you're in London but want to see if you're going to be secretive about it again 😂

y/nusername

?

manon_roux

No shame in visiting the people you'll call your in laws in a couple of months 😉

y/nusername

Don't you have a newborn to look after?

manon_roux

He's taking a nap

If he let's me, I'll have 20-30 minutes to annoy you

Are you staying at his place?

y/nusername

I hope Noah keeps you up at night

manon_roux

He's got a one bedroom flat, right?

y/nusername

He's got a couch

manon_roux

lol and who's sleeping on it? You?

He's not letting you sleep on his couch and you're not letting him sleep on the couch either

y/nusername

People can sleep in the same bed without anything going on

We did it before

manon_roux

we never dated nor do we still have feelings for each other

y/nusername

I'm glad you know how I feel

manon_roux

Bubs you're an open book to me, it's written all over your face

Even your baby daddy is trying to get you two back together

y/nusername

what?

manon_roux

oh c'mon charles is trying so damn hard to get you and lando back together, don't play dumb with me 😂

you meeting up with mum and dad norris? 🥰

y/nusername

You've been hanging out with millie too much

manon_roux

and you've been hanging out with my wife too much because why are you ignoring my questions?

y/nusername

Suck my nonexistent dick babes

manon_roux

I tried for years babes but turns out your into British goblins :(

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[kreemkreem]

Your future spouse message for you 💜

Pick an image

Hello

I think you know me or do you? Ha ha I am just saying. Now if I start being practical how are you? Hmmm . Are you taking care of yourself or not? Hmmm. I think you are not . whyyy hmm. (In soft voice ahhh) . Did I make your heart beat faster or made you blush . I think not (maybe yes) . Do you want a ring babe? Oh your blood is rushed to your face. I think I do some magic on you . Why so shy babe hmmm . Cutie. Oh ,you are not but what should I do you are for me(hahaha).

Your future spouse is literally a tease. I full so happy writing this message. He flirts a lot . And you are a little reserved person. You might pretend that u don't like his teasing but you are internally getting butterflies.(Do give a feedback)

Hyy sunshine

I wanna talk to you 😭🥺. Just a casual talk will do. I am missing you. If you are manifesting me I am also manifesting you. I know it will take sometime hah how I know it will take time. Bcz I am fixing the things you might not like in me. My hairstyle,my confidence,my wardrobe I am refining it . Making me a brand new person. Dk you wanna go on a beach? Wearing the pearls. I will take time but I will come. Don't be in love with someone else I am not just saying the lyrics I actually mean it.

😘

(your future spouse may be from different culture from you. They were talking to me a language I can't understand (lol 😭) . Your future spouse is committed person they may pray that all other people stay away from my future spouse. Here a strong message they may person you in just 1-2 dates. For some of you they may even propose you in just one meeting. Maybe you will meet him in blind date or in arrange marriage set up.)(do give me a feedback)

When the wind blows I love you when will stops I love you in rain I love you in when a sunset I love you when the sunrise I love you on the half moon I love you on the full moon I love you on the seashore I love you when the leaves are falling I love you when the trees are growing I love you on the snowy mountain I love you. Just wanna say I love you 💗💗💗.

((sigh) your future spouse just wanna tell you. How much they love you. I think you are more focusing on yourself right now. And you may feel now you are alone but your future spouse is telling you they are always with you. You are not alone as they love you. Even in my own message they are coming to say I love you. I think some of you wanted a confirmation or asked the universe if your spouse love you. Look how much they love you)(do give me a feedback)

[akkivee]

‘fucking shit it’s cold as hell!!!!!!! and i have to clean these damn floors in this weather????? ………fuck, fine, let’s get this over with!!!!!!’

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no you don’t understand kuukou really hates the cold LOL

[cherry-leclerc]

dirty mouth ☆ cl16

genre: humor, fluff, a tiny bit of smut

word count: 2.5k

Winter break and your boyfriend convinces you to go with him for his annual training in preparation for the new season, and this unleashes a natural disaster when it comes to him.

req!… hope u guys enjoy a bit of pottymouth!charles lol

When your boyfriend first brought up the idea of you tagging along to his winter training you thought, yeah, it doesn’t sound half bad. Sitting by the fireplace - hot chocolate and an overdue book in hand…

“Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc I am going to kill you,” you screech as you slide down the fast hill, white snow flying all around you from the sudden speed. His heart races fast as he chases after you.

You had begged for hours for him to let you read in peace. It’s all about the experience, he would yodel as he pointed out the window where everyone was skiing. Come on, it’ll be fun. 

Given, you wanted him to stop moaning every second - not in that way at least - and so, you complied. “Oh, amore, you look so cute! Wait, hold on, let me take a picture.” 

“I look like a stupid snowman,” you growl as you look down at your ski suit. Wincing at the strong flash of his phone, you scrunch your nose. He frowns. 

“An adorable snowman.”

As soon as you stepped foot out, you wanted to punch him square in the face. It was so cold that for a moment you thought your limbs would give out. Joris giggles as he snaps a quick Polaroid of you pouting, cheeks the darkest shade a pink. You flip him off before turning to Charles. 

“You don’t love me.” He groans, already knowing this card all too well. You hum. “Nuh-uh, you don’t because if you did then you wouldn’t put me in this position.” A smirk slides onto his soft lips.

“Don’t worry, I know a position that will warm you up later.” Your jaw drops. Leaning down to press a kiss onto the tip of your nose, he continues. “And I do love you, don’t be ridiculous.” 

You realized he wasn’t going to give in to your pleas to let you turn back around, so you sucked it up and followed him and the boys. Andrea bumps his shoulder against yours, trying to get your attention. 

“Vous plaisantez j'espère?” you groan as you fall down into a pile of snow, unbalanced from his delicate nudge. His smile drops. Sorry, sorry! He checks to see if you’re hurt because Lord watch out if you are, Charles would kill him. 

“Questo é fantastico,” Joris mutters as he takes another picture. You bite the air. Andrea waves him off before helping you plunge through the snow. 

“Please don’t tell Charles,” he begs as you squint your eyes teasingly. Don’t worry, I won’t. I’m fine, aren’t I? Your boyfriend’ trainer silently thanks you. “I was just trying to ask if you were ready?” He wiggles his dark brows. 

“Ready for what?” You look around. “To freeze my ass off?” He stops dead in his tracks. “Oh! You mean to go to the bunny slope!” Cheerfully, you clap, wide grin stretched onto your lips. “I’m kind of scared, but it’s for beginners so I think I’ll be okay. Plus, you guys will all be there.”

Andrea shakes his head, almost seeming disappointed. “Charles, Charles, Charles…”

“Charles what?” 

“We’re here!” Looking up at your boyfriend, he buzzes as he points up at the ski lift. Your smile drops. Angrily, you struggle to make your way up to him before smacking his shoulder. 

“You said the bunny slope!”

He grimaces. “I know, I know, but you need to feel the rush!” He tries to kiss you but you swiftly turn your head causing him to smack his lips right onto your helmet. “I know you’re mad-”

“Of course I’m mad, you lied. I can’t go up there.” Huffing, you cross your arms. He winces at your tone. 

“Chérie, but I’ll be there with you! Joris, Andrea, Antonio, me…” He coolly raises his brows. “We’ll keep you safe.” 

You scoff. “Better start planning my funeral.”

“You’ll be fine, let’s go.”

-

“Alright baby, bend your knees - come on - you know how to do that,” he teases with a cocky tone. The boys groan as they cover their ears and you burn bright red. He throws his head back laughing as he continues. “Lean a bit toward, too.” He suppresses another dirty joke when you throw the ski poles all frustrated.

“I’m not doing this if you keep this up.” 

“Okay, okay, I’m done,” he promises as he hands them back to you. After a bit more coaching from all of them, you nod. 

“Lots of mansplaining, but I guess I could give it a shot.” You narrow your eyes at your friends. “Promise you guys will go after me if I can’t stop?” 

Promise, they repeat in unison. 

“Pro?” a teenage boy asks as he looks you up and down. Charles clenches his jaw as he steps in. She is. His voice comes out harsh and the worker just raises his arms up in defense before winking over at you. Have fun. 

Dragging you away, you squeal as you try to keep up. “He was only being nice!” Nice my ass, he sourly grunts as he makes sure your feet are secure. You pout. “And I’m not a professional, you stinky liar.” You roll your eyes. “Guess that’s all you know how to do today - lie.”

Playfully, he mimics your movements, then he smacks your ass. “Be a good girl and show us all what you learned.” You squirm at his words before nodding. 

Knees slightly bent, like how they are when you bounce up and down around his thick cock.

Lean forward, like when you press your naked chest against his own and he kisses you until your lips burn out. 

Everything somehow led back to moments between you and the Monegasque and maybe that’s what made you far too unfocused that you missed your step and started sliding down the hill before you even had a chance to notice. 

“Guys!” you wail as you fly past by them with their jaws on the floor. “You group of liars!” 

The brunette quickly snaps out of it and chases after you, avidly skiing past other skiers. Andrea, Joris and Antonio all follow after him as they breath heavily. 

“Turn, baby, turn,” Charles screeches as he clumsily throws out reminders of what he taught you on how to come to a halt. Shift your body weight! 

Shutting your eyes for a brief second, you send a quick prayer to the man up above and curse your boyfriend for a lifetime. “I can’t do it, I’m sca- agh!” 

You’re barely able to safely swoosh past a group of boys as they all yell at you. Charles flips them off before sliding past them. 

“Smile!” Joris demands as he clicks his camera. You little bitch, you shout. Help me, douchebag! “Right.” He’s just about to catch you when all of a sudden he loses his place and falls. “Oh, allez!” 

Then comes Antonio who as much as he tries to help, he can’t seem to get close enough. Charles huffs a puff of cold air. “Just grab her!” She keeps getting away, his friend pants. 

And Andrea isn’t really trying but he’s definitely in for adrenaline as he cheers for his friends like their own personal cheerleader. Oh, so close! 

Joris eventually catches up but can’t do much anymore, apart from start recording. He laughs as you zigzag, arms momentarily flinging through the air. 

“No! Keep them still!” Charles yelps, terrified to see you hurt yourself. 

“I’m never listening to you ever again, Charles! You never think when it comes to these things, do you?” You tremble from the icy breeze. “Noooo, he never does! Because all he thinks about is fun, fun, fun, fu-”

Next thing you know, you’re crashing into a chunk of snow as you groan from the sudden stop, but nothing hurts. “Oh thank God,” you let out. Patting yourself down, you squint your eyes at the group of men who ease their pace as they grow closer to you. “Dickheads.” You look around. “Where’s Charles?”

Hearing the shutter of a camera go off, you tilt your head in confusion. “Oh yeah,” Joris gasps. “This is definitely going to be shown at your guys’ wedding.”

Feeling something twitch underneath you, you squeal with panic as you try jumping up but only hear a ring of grunts. And you recognize them like the back of your hand. 

“Charles?” Taking off his helmet abruptly, he heaves. As soon as he catches his breath, he touches your face carefully. Are you hurt? Are you okay? You throw your arms over him like a koala and kiss his clothed neck. “What do you mean, am I okay, what about you?” He shrugs it off.

“As long as you are.” 

You swoon before swatting him all over his chest. This is pure gold, Joris adds as he continues recording. 

“Men are all dirty, filthy, scrummy, stupid liars,” you hissed as his large hands tried to ease your hits. “You said you guys would help me!” 

His eyes darken. “What do you call what I just did? I basically gave my life for you!” He brushes white snow off his lashes. “I’m lucky to be alive, you brat.”

Dinner that night is filled with snarky remarks from Charles and strong bickering from you. 

“If you hadn’t forced me then I wouldn’t be bitching about it!”

His right eye twitches for a split second. “I already said I was sorry! I saved you, be a little thankful.”

The group of friends could tell the tension was growing thicker between the couple as they munch on their food quietly. He just doesn’t have a single cell to help him think about the consequences, you mumble as you bite down on a brussels sprout. 

“You know what? How about we all just relax?” Andrea tried to lessen the rigid behavior of his two friends. “How does a trip to the hot tub sound?”

-

The Monegasque stiffens as soon as you walk out with your tiny bikini. You were a quivering mess, which made you cross your arms to try and warm yourself up, which in return ruined your boyfriend's sanity. He was practically drooling like a dog at the sight of your perfect tits being pressed up. 

In a singular motion, Charles removes his shirt, leaving him in only his swim shorts. His large bulge increases your heart tempo as you remind yourself to keep cool since Joris and the rest were still around. 

“Mierde, you know what? I forgot the towels.” Joris turns to Andrea and Antonio. “Do you guys mind helping me?” They patiently nod before making their way back into the cabin. 

Teeth chattering is all he could hear coming from you, white rings flying in the air as you let out shaky breaths. His arms itch to bring you in and it’s not until he looks into your loopy eyes that he sighs and makes his way over.

He towers over you as his arms wrap around you like the warmest blanket to ever exist. “Are you still mad?” Despite letting him touch you, you still keep your face straight, not letting him be able to read you. “Chérie-”

“I want to get in,” you cut him, creating distance as you dip your toe in first into the hot tub and then the rest. Annoyed, he tsks his tongue before doing the same. Be like that then. 

Click. 

Turning fast to face the glass door, you vividly catch a glimpse of your friends locking it and closing the curtains. Make amends, Andrea yells out like a strict parent. 

“Connards!” Splashing your hands onto the water as a mini tantrum, you moan. The green eyed boy keeps quiet as he watches you. “What are you looking at?” you hiss. Nothing.

You think about climbing out and trying to find a way back in but the hot water feels too good so you decide against it, choosing to enjoy the sensation. As soon as you close your eyes, the brunette starts whistling. 

At first you try to tune him out, but it only gets louder from there. Theme From A Summer Place. You recognize it in less than a second. It’s what he always plays for you on the piano as you bake him snickerdoodles. Whether it’s summer or not - it’s a routine. 

Your silly resentment grows smaller with every curve his tongue travels through, soft symphonies somehow making you feel more cozy than the actual hot tub. 

He could hear the way you tread through the water, but it still catches him by surprise as you climb onto his lap, graceful fingers pushing his long hair back a bit. 

“I’m sorry for being a bitch today.” 

He chuckles deeply, leaning up to kiss your wet lips. “I’m sorry for almost killing you.” He drums his fingers against your thigh. “It scared me when you lost control…I should’ve just let you stay back.”

“It wasn't right for you to assume that I would be fine skipping the bunny slope and jumping straight into that, but I know you meant no harm.” His jaw ticks. 

“Of course I meant no harm, are you kidding me? You dragged my heart along with you when you flew down that hill.” You giggle sweetly, strands of hair sliding off your shoulders. He smiles. 

“It’s not entirely your fault.” He quirks his left eyebrow. Blushing, you begin playing with the droplets that sprinkle across his chest. “My mind went…” He whistles seductively. You nod, avoiding his green stare. “Yup.”

“It’s normal, no? I mean you are my girlfriend.” 

“But not in a moment like that, Charles! We all nearly died,” you wheeze as you shift on his lap. He grunts. 

“And yet, we didn’t.” Turned on by everything about you, he angles his head upward before linking his pink lips to yours. Water droplets tickle your chin as he moves his mouth against your own. Your body temperature increasingly grows heated and not just from the hot tub. 

The way he kisses you with such urgency is enough to make your head spin, as if he’s been away for years and just barely got the opportunity to enjoy your pillowy lips. Slowly, you circle your hips as he groans, hands pinching you in return as he grows harder. 

“God, I’m so glad you didn’t die,” he mumbles in between your lips. Laughing, you vibrate against him as he cringes at the sudden change. “Anddd you ruined it.” You poke your tongue out.

“Don’t say perverted things then!” 

His stare drops. “How is that perverted?”

Shrugging, you climb off his lips as you press a warm kiss against his stubble. “Teasing, Mr. Leclerc. But how about we go up to bed?” 

His eyes crinkle at your simple words. “Shoot me in the head if I ever say no to that.” Splashing out of the pool, you giggle as he grabs you, kissing every inch of your glowy skin.

-

Headboard hits the wall strong and fast as you cry out against his chest, groans flying past his lips as he circles his fingers against your swollen clit. 

From downstairs, the boys grab Charles’ car keys as they hurry out the door.

“Andrea, what were you thinking?”

[sunrizef1]

Snowman

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: lol im alive | Based on Snowman by Sia

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: A Christmas gala with Lewis

The soft sounds of classical instruments float through the lavish ballroom, adding a soundtrack to the vision of beautiful people wandering around the room. Holly leaves and shining crystals decorate the walls, shining brightly above and adding a festive cheer to the atmosphere. There’s a towering Christmas tree against one of the walls, decorated with large baubles and seemingly endless strands of shimmering garland. The ceiling is high, various chandeliers hanging above the party, casting warm, glowing light on the party way down below. 

There's a dance floor in the middle, couples waltzing gracefully around it as the seasonally appropriate music guides their moves. There's enough people at this party where, if one couple exits the floor, there’s another one quick to take their place. Especially the older couples. They love a good slow dance. 

Waiters gravitate around the room, looking the very picture of poise as they balance their platters. If the slowly increasing cheeriness in the room was anything to go on, it was obvious exactly what genre of drink was being served on said platters. 

Flawless people in flawless dress congregate on the edges of the room, conversations ranging from strictly business to the genius of whoever had chosen the decorations for the night. 

It was a charity gala, this much was obvious. Whether it be the fact that the age demographic was on the higher end of the spectrum, and therefore so was the wealth, or the sounds of rich laughs echoing about, punctuated by the bragging of philanthropists with too much money all trying to outbid their peers in a maybe less than pure show of charitability. 

Whichever it was, you weren’t above any of it. You were present, which would be enough to earn an eye roll from anyone willing to question the intentions of some of the guests' charitable actions. Not that you particularly cared, though. Charity was charity either way. 

“It’s been so nice chatting to you Mr. Rockefeller, I’ll be keeping you on that promise to speak more about the London project,” you smile kindly at the older man in front of you, flashing a charming grin in his direction as he starts to turn and return to his beckoning wife.

The man in front of you smiles in response, turning slowly while still surprisingly quickly for a man of his age, “I know you will, hun. I’ll be waiting!”

“I promise not to keep you waiting too long,” You laugh heartily, patting his arm as he shakes his head, “You know I’ve never been one with much patience on these kinds of projects.”

Mr. Rockefeller laughs again, shaking his cane in your direction, “That’s the girl I know, always so eager to help others!”

Your face warms, another polite laugh falling out of your painted lips, “As always. Have a good night Mr. Rockefeller!”

He waves vaguely over his shoulder as he starts to make his way back to his wife who takes the few steps forward needed to be able to meet him in the middle, their arms quickly intertwining, putting a nice bow on their, so far, fifty years of marriage.

You watch them go, admiring the picture of long-lasting love as they smile adoringly at each other. It’s almost enough to make you cry.

You’re so wrapped up in the couple that you almost don’t notice Lewis approaching. 

But you do notice. You always do. 

You turn your head just as he walks up, his arm slinking over your shoulder. You lean into his side, trying your best to still retain a professional image while sinking into the Brit’s comforting hold.

“Why were you chatting it up with Rockefeller?” Lewis asks, a small grin on his lips as he asks. He takes a sip of the glass in his hand, one large ball of ice floating around in the amber liquid. 

“Working on investors for the London project,” You pull the drink out of his hand gently and he’s quick to let you, slipping his now-free hand in the pocket of his dress pants as you both face the room in front of you, “Providing under-privileged kids in London and surrounding areas with karting opportunities.”

“Wonder where you got that idea from?” Lewis muses, humming slightly. 

You look up at him, narrowing your eyes with a gentle smirk, “Yeah, I wonder.”

With that, you take a swig of the shallow glass clutched in your hand, blinking suddenly at the taste, “Is this Almave?”

Lewis grins, nodding as he takes the glass back from you. You shake your head with a slight laugh, stepping out of his hold. You start to walk away, grabbing his free hand to pull him along with you, “Come on, I need a glass of real alcohol. No offense, darling.”

Lewis just rolls his eyes, the edge of his lips upturning just a hint, “None taken.”

Those are the words you need to hear to pull him away again, your quiet conversation punctuated by the consistent click of your heels as you pull him over to the bar.

You get your champagne soon after, proceeding to be dragged away from Lewis and pushed, instead, into networking and charity work. 

It's a seemingly endless conversation, one rich person being replaced by another as soon as they walk away. Not that you were particularly aggravated about it, though. Your family’s wealth wouldn’t be enough to finance the London project all by itself and it seemed as if your list of potential investors was getting longer by the minute. You were particularly pleased to hear chatter from some of your foreign connections about expanding the project to other cities, including Paris and Barcelona. That is, if the London sector was a success. Which it would be, considering you were the one running it. 

But, all that is to say that you were tired of conversing with old rich men and their old rich man friends. The only old rich man you were interested in talking to was the very one you had come in with. Though, this one was at least half the age of all the others. 

So you set off to find said man, downing yet another flute of champagne before setting it aside. It doesn’t take much to find him, the man having a natural magnetic energy. It’s almost as if you can just tell where he is even from across the room with how you’re drawn to one specific corner. 

You make your way over there, drifting smoothly across the tiled floor with a peaceful smile planted on your lips. When you reach the corner of the room Lewis is in, you slide up to him, slotting yourself at his side. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. But his pull doesn’t hurt or anything, it’s actually rather comforting. 

You both rest there for a few moments, reveling in the comfort of each other's presence as you start to de-ravel the knot of social exhaustion that had started to tangle up deep in your soul. It’s quite nice to be able to stand in Lewis’s presence without any other factors messing about. Just you, him, peace and quiet and the soft melody of Christmas music playing in the background.

You gaze out upon the room as you sway with Lewis gently. You watch as couples spin around the floor, pulling each other around and gazing at each other with deeply-rooted love obvious in their eyes. Something about the way they move entrances you, calling out to you and pulling at the yearning in your soul. 

Maybe it’s the exhaustion clouding your judgement or maybe it’s the multiple glasses of champagne you just finished but you find yourself pulling away from Lewis’s chest and grasping his hands in yours as you gaze into his eyes.

“Come dance with me.”

You wait anxiously for his response, chewing gently at the inside of your lip as you wait for a reply. Maybe you had been bigging it up in your head because you’re more shocked than you should be when he replies simply with a smile.

“Okay.”

With that, your anxiety about his answer disappears in a heartbeat and you have to stop yourself from laughing as you turn and pull him away. He follows, seemingly more concerned with what you want him to do than his own personal comforts. 

You drag him all the way over to the middle of the room just as a new song comes on, the music coming out soft and gentle in tone, with a melody you vaguely recognize from past years of Christmas radio. 

You settle into the Brit’s hold, leaning close to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms drift to your waist, holding you near enough where you can practically feel his heartbeat against your chest. You look up at him, watching as he looks over your head at the room around you, making sure you don’t steer into anyone else. You stay like that for a moment, simply watching him as he watches everyone else. You sway gently to the music, floating calmly around the floor. You and Lewis move as one, not speaking but moving in synchronization anyway.  

His face is calm. Calmer than you’d seen him in ages, actually. He’s at peace, for once. You bend one of your arms, reaching your hand up to cup the side of his neck, your thumb brushing against his jaw. With the contact, he looks back to you, eyes sparkling as he smiles softly.

“Hi.”

You smile back, tilting your head slightly as your eyes trace the feature of his face, “Hi.”

His lips quirk higher as he watches you, “You having fun?”

You let out a soft hum, “Mhm.”

He hums in response, grinning as he looks back away and looks up at the room around you before looking back, “I’m glad.”

You hum again, leaning your head forward to rest against his chest as your gaze turns to look out across the room. You focus on the rhythm of the two of you swaying back and forth, only truly caring about you and the man you love in front of you. 

You always savored moments like these, such peace not coming often. With Lewis being a Formula 1 driver and you managing a multitude of businesses and nonprofits, it didn’t leave much time for yourselves. 

But occasionally, you’d get a small moment of peace such as the one you were enjoying right then. You’d learned to appreciate it 100x more than any old Wednesday.

You and Lewis continue to sway, slowly turning in a circle as you move. After a few movements, you’re facing the large windows that look out upon the sprawling courtyard outside. Among the tall, perfectly pruned, trees and ornately-laid stone pathways, delicate snowflakes fall, dusting the yard with a soft layer of white fluff. 

A soft gasp leaves your lips, your head shooting up from its place on Lewis’s chest as a smile breaks out on your lips. Lewis looks up as well, moving from where he’d been observing the other side of the room. He hums questioningly, following your gaze toward the windows. 

“It’s snowing!” You reply softly, eyes sparkling as you look back towards your lover. You’re met with his eyes already on you, a slight smile on his lips. 

“It is.”

You unwrap yourself from his arms, grasping his hand in your own and pulling him along for the third time that night, him being just as compliant as he had been the other two times. You pull him along, holding onto his hand tightly, reveling in the oh-so familiar feeling of his skin on yours. You lead him to a door on the edge of the room, hidden behind an uncrowded hallway, almost no one in sight. The door opens smoothly as you push on it, opening up to reveal a deserted courtyard, a small path winding through it. You step out, placing your heel gently onto the frozen-over steps, careful not to slip and fall.

Lewis senses your hesitation, quickly dropping your hand to reach an arm around your waist to steady you as you lead him down the stairs. You welcome the contact, grateful for his body heat seeping into your quickly cooling skin. 

You hurry down the steps as quickly as your precarious heels will let you. As you reach the stone path at the bottom, you take a few steps down the path and toward the middle of the courtyard before stopping suddenly. Lewis almost collides into you, having rushed to keep up with you when you’d suddenly rushed away. But he manages to slow himself down just enough to only brush lightly against your arm. He once again wraps an arm around your waist when he reaches you, pulling you into his side. You melt into his hold.

For the first time since you stepped outside, you are still enough to feel the delicate snowflakes falling onto your skin, the flakes melting back to water just as you come into contact with them. You look up, grinning as you see the snow clouds above you. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you murmur, practically entranced by the falling ice above you. It’s peaceful, something you’d been yearning for for months while completely swamped with work. It’s nice.

Lewis hums behind you, “It really is.”

You look back to him, turning around to face the man behind you. But he isn’t looking at the sky. No, his eyes are instead on you. You flush, shying away from his intense gaze. You look back up through your eyelashes with a soft turn of your lips, “I have a feeling you weren’t talking about the snow.”

Lewis looks up, feigning disbelief with wide eyes, “Oh, is it snowing? I had no idea.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, “You’re so dumb.”

Lewis hums, narrowing his eyes with a smirk as he intertwines his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You’re grateful for the short relief from the cold, “Mmm, you love me for it.”

You tilt your head, similarly to a curious dog, looking deep into the eyes of the man you love, “I do. I really, really do.”

Lewis huffs lightly, leaning slightly closer, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” You reply, tightening your hold around him.

A snowflake falls against your cheekbone, your skin having cooled down just enough to let the delicate crystal survive long enough for Lewis to reach a hand up and brush it away, letting his hand linger longer than technically necessary. You don’t mind, leaning into the touch. 

“Well,” He starts, “It’s probably good that I love you too.”

You have to bite your lip to conceal the grin that’s trying to split your face, “Yeah?”

Lewis pauses for a few moments, his face softening as he brushes his thumb against your cheek, “Yeah.”

Then you’re leaning in and he’s leaning in and your lips are meeting and you’re melting. You lean as close to him as you can, feeling his lips mold against yours. It’s almost like you hadn’t kissed him a billion times in this life because it feels just as magical as the first. His hand is wrapped around the side of your face, warmth leaking into your own skin. 

Snow is melting beneath your feet, soaking into the ends of your expensive dress but you don’t even care, too busy basking in the love radiating between the two of you. 

But you do eventually pull away, if for nothing more than breath of air. But the moment isn’t over. It almost never was when you were with Lewis. No matter how much time you spent apart or working, the magic had never faded. You weren’t sure it ever would. 

But when the time came for you to head back inside, your hand was clutched tightly in Lewis’, a soft smile on your lips and maybe more than a few melted snowflakes dusting your skin.

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