#lewis hamilton 44

[thefairyfanartsblog]

Welcome to Ferrari

[love44lew]

{day one: if i was a worm☙}

彡drivers lewis hamilton, lando norris, charles leclerc

彡genre oneshots, multiple drivers x reader, scenarios

彡summary you ask your boyfriend an odd but very important question

၊၊||၊ i know im terrible at keeping up with calendars, kinktober for example (im sorry 😫) but its only 14 days this time and im getting a early start so lets hope we’re consistent now🙂‍↕️၊၊||၊

彡warnings none!!

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lewis

you were scrolling on your phone when you came across a reel of a girl asking her boyfriend if she would still love her as a worm, so why not ask your boyfriend? you made your way to the living room where lewis was tiredly sprawled out on the soft cushions of the couch, the sight of him half asleep on his phone making you giggle internally.

“lewis..” you called softly, his eyebrow rising as he moved his phone from his face which he held closely like an old man.

“yes baby” his raspy low voice sent tingles down your spine as you nibbled your lip

“would-“

“theres leftovers in the fridge, i put all the dishes away, yes the wifi is working just reset your phone, i found your lost airpod and i put it in the case, and yes, i’ll still love you if you were a worm” he cut you off abruptly before you can interrogate him. lewis is pretty much immune to confrontation since he’d much rather just get everything done right away then just sit around procrastinating.

“i want take out—“

“its done” you stood there in silence with your mouth agape. how is he SO good??

“anything else?” you watched him as he stood up and reached his arms to the celling, his bones popping and cracking with each stretch. he must’ve been there on the couch for a while.

“can i suck your dick?” you mumbled under your breath as lewis stepped towards you.

“hm?” lewis hummed as he slowly leaned to your side and kissed your jaw as snugly rests his hands on your waist

“uhm- w-what should we get?” youd kind of hoped he heard what you said, because gosh did he deserve it

lewis slowly leans to your ear, “if you wanna do that princess, ima need you to speak up” his breath is warm against your lobe, warmth that travels through your entire body.

lando

you were scrolling through tiktok with one hand and the other entangled in your mans curly hair as he rested peacefully between your thighs. his arms wrapped around your leg as he held his phone and scrolled through his explore page on instagram.

you come across this video of someone asking their significant other the hot question of the month, “would you love me if i was a worm”

you glanced down at your unsuspecting boyfriend with a smirk, brilliant way to get back at him for all those pranks.

“honey,” you called for his attention as you ruffled his hair. his head immediately looked up from his phone and at you “you weren’t sleeping were you?”

“no, i wasn’t. what is it darling?”

“i have a question i want you to answer honestly”

he adjusted himself and rested on his elbow, with you now having his full attention. “yeah? what is it?”

“would you still love me if i was a worm?” you asked the golden question, almost allowing a smirk but immediately catching yourself.

his his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what the hell are you talking about?

“is this a trick question” lando raised an eyebrow at you.

“well if you think it is—“ you turned your head and response.

he stared at you for a second before answering “yes..? i dunno”

“that wasn’t very honest sounding” you interrogated

“well then, you really want to know my honest answer ?”

“yes!” you abruptly responded, curious on his genuine answer

“well, i wouldn’t know it was you and i hhaaaattteeeee bugs..” he looked you up and down before continuing “it would depend where i would find you as a worm though..” he hesitantly finished his sentence

you smacked his shoulder “what does that mean you dingus?” you barked,

lando held his shoulder from the pain “owww why did you hit me” he pouted, his cute sad face stinging your heart

“because..”

“what did you want me to say? no!?” landos voice cracked as he argued,

“i would’ve preferred that over ‘it depends’” you quoted your fingers and lowered your voice to imitate his.

“dont leave me guessing” you frowned

“darling— i didnt mean it like that” his voice softened, hes so easily weakened by you. one little whine and hes showering you with kisses and love and has already bought you a new game for your wii before you could even tell him whats wrong.

he took your hand and kissed your palm and fingers and down your wrist and forearm.

he adjusted himself again for easy access to your neck brushing his nose on the crook before made his way up to your ear where he gently nibbled on the edge, which earned him a chuckle from you, “heyy that tickles !”

air blew from his nose as a smile cracked through. he moved his lips to your cheek and basically motorboated your face until you were laying on your back dying laughing.

“mmm there it is” he smiled down at you as your cheeks burned partially from smiling and other part from the attack on your face.

“what” you mustered to say through a series of dying down chuckles

“that smile” he caressed your face “pretty girl, i love you as you are, okay?” he confessed quietly, as if he was telling you a secret as he leaned down and finally connected his lips with yours.

charles

you and charles were on one of your routine strolls in the park with leo. charles hand cocooned your smaller one as you were side by side.

leo stopped at a tree to do his business and while the two of you waited for him, you had spotted a butterfly, swallowtail to be specific.

you stood and stared at its wings happily flock around the flowers surrounding the tree, pollinating them. beautiful things like this always put you in a state of pondering.

“mon coeur? what are you thinking about?” charles squeezed your hand, calling for your attention.

“hm? oh! look char, its a butterfly” you pointed at the colorful bug that has now calmly rested on a blade of grass.

“ohh, pretty” charles was now admiring it with you, its small torso and wide wings as well captivating him. leo also noticed, now trying to catch it by jumping up with his mouth agape.

your thoughts continued though as your eyes stayed fixed on your boyfriend. a random, stupid question ate at you though: would he still love you as a bug?

or not a bug, but something or someone who wasn’t you. like what if you were a cute little golden mutt like leo or maybe even a butterfly just flocking around, hide originally meant to fend off predators, now a pinnacle of beauty in nature. what if you werent as fortunate to be born as cute or beautiful, what if you were just a worm? their only survival instinct is to dig in damp mud as a birds preying beak chomped at their tail. a silly concept to think of. how could he love you if you were just a mere bug? the running question of if youd be still deserving of love if you were something as minuscule and overlooked as a worm.

you’re more than greatful to have someone like him in your life, he was your rock—the love of your life. everyday you could be more convinced that this was it, hes the one. even right now, as your gaze stays locked on him simply admiring another external matter, you could feel your heart beating happily at the feeling of being around him. you love his soul, and your soul can follow you anywhere—so if your soul wasn’t in this body, but in one less noticeable than one of a human, would you still be worthy of receiving love?

such a decrepit topic to think of.

your reluctantly averted your gaze from charles, now youre focused back on the butterfly— or now butterflies since there was two now. Leo obviously was going crazy so you’d let him free so he can frolic around in the grass while you’d found a bench to rest on and charles followed.

“okay, now back to you..” charles started

“yes..” you sighed, you’d hoped he had already forgotten catching you in deep thought

“your face, somethings on your mind..” his fingers carefully caressed along your cheek “you can tell me anything” his eyes with softened with worry

your heart fluttered and the butterflies that you’d just seen now occupied your stomach, you could honestly kiss him right now.

“well.. uhm” you averted your eyes, his gaze currently making you nervous and overwhelmed with emotion.

“hm?” he hummed

“its stupid..” your face flushed

“when have i thought anything you have said was stupid”

“i dunno you think it but you could say something different” you shrugged

charles guided your chin to face him

“mon beau cygne, je t’adore. i couldnt think you were anything less than what you are” his voice sang to you like your favorite song, it is your favorite song. you’d kept eye contact for a couple seconds, the words everlasting their meaning the deeper you looked into his eyes.

“okay, okay fine. i’ll tell you for a kiss” without hesitation charles leaned in, his soft lips brushed over yours teasingly before taking yours in his. the kiss was soft and light, quick but not at all rushed. as he pulled away his mouth lingered over yours, his warm breath still shadowing the kiss he’d just left.

“now tell me” he whispered and then pulled away, resting his back on the bench.

“uhm.. do you believe our souls are beyond just our bodies?” you asked shyly

“i mean yeah that could be a possibility, but in what way?” charles questioned

“like even after we die, they still follow us to the next life”

“hmm.. well” he paused, pondering the concept “i dont really like to think about what happens after death, if you know what i mean” he shrugs before continuing

“makes me queasy” he let out a half chuckle.

you dont blame charles for his vague response, hes never been very fond of the topic of death because of personal experience with loved ones. you even feel bad now for bringing it up when he was in such a good mood, but also he insisted.

“whats got you thinking about death on a day like this, mon cœr?” he tapped your side, gaining your focus once again.

“i wasn’t originally thinking about death, i just brought it up so i can get to what i wanna ask you” you shifted your body so you were now facing him. almost instinctively charles hand rests on whatever body part he can touch—in this case your arm as his thumb caresses your soft skin.

“um do you think— would you..” you tried to collect your words since delivery of the question would be critical to charles’s understanding of what you wanted from him.

“do you think you’d still love me if my soul wasn’t in this body, like if i wasn’t me but i was still.. me?” your face scrunched as you questioned your own delivery, now that its leaving your thoughts you also had a hard time understanding what you wanted to say in the first place.

“are you asking if we’re soulmates?” charles tilted his head with his eyebrows furrowed

“…pretty much, yeah” you nodded

“then yes, because soulmates are meant to find each other no matter what, and my soul is always looking for you cara mia” his hand reached up to caress your cheek and you couldnt help but kiss his hand. you’re once again reminded on why you chose him, he couldn’t have given you a more satisfying answer than that.

charles gestured for you to get closer and planted a soft kiss on your nose and next to your mouth before slightly pulling away searching for approval in your eyes, lightly touching your lips with his own once he received it.

every kiss you’d received from him felt like there was an atomic bomb going off in your heart. you felt like you could simply grow wings and fly away just from how high you were off your own love for him.

“je t'aime de tout mon cœur” he whispered to you between kisses

you pulled away to look in his eyes again, greenish-blue eyes that had always captivated you.

“qu'est-ce que c'est mon amour?” charles asked with his voice still in a soft tone, his fingers now brushing your hair away from your face.

“nothing, i love you too charlie” you smiled, charles leaned in for another kiss until a familiar bark was heard close by. you and charles looked down to see a fussy leo demanding for love as well.

“i think he wants some love too” you picked him up and placing him in your lap, which he’d jumped up to kiss your chin. you and charles giggled at his energy filled antics. charles leaned down to give leo some love too, while you smiled at the both of them. they’re the exact same.

The blonde and the brunette always competing for your love, little did they know you loved them both the same. you placed one hand on leo and another on charlies head, petting your two boys, now assured the both of them would love you no matter what.

[maxriss]

♡ 2 AM GARAGE SESSIONS — LH44

Lewis Hamilton x reader / est. relationship

Syn. After a tough race, Lewis finds himself in the garage in the middle of the night — and so do you. [F]

The garage was laden with a heavy silence, occasional clang of metals and rough sighs piercing the vibe. The mood bleakly failing to uplift Lewis who found himself hunched over his car, left tinkering; sleep refusing to lull him asleep. The Afro beats reverberating across the room from the speaker which sat lonesome in the corner, Lewis occasionally shook his head along.

It was Lewis Hamilton — a 7 time world champion — who found himself cooped up in his garage at an odd hour in the morning of the next day to Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. He scoffed airily. Pathetic.

I woke up stirring, acutely feeling the lack if warmth around me. Checking the bed I found myself alone, Lewis’ side left with crumpled sheets and an alarm — 2 am — it read. Perched on my elbows, I knew what was up.

A few light footsteps later I stood at the garage door. A shadow of the small light inside glimmered from underneath the door, confirming a presence beyond. Lewis’ sighs and the soft music created an atmosphere which spoke volumes compared to Lewis’ silence since the Grand Prix.

I knocked on the door before pushing it open. Lewis was sat on the floor, tinkering away with the tire thinking whatever that he was. He knew I was here, just too tired to explain himself or comfortable enough for me to read the room.

Covering the few steps to reach him, I perched myself next to him. Lips coming to kiss his bare shoulders. Tattoos breathing along his arm with every movement. I felt Lewis shudder under my touch.

“People are proud of you, Lew,” I said. “I am proud of you.”

Lewis continued his movement, digesting my words. A deep sigh was all he could muster up. “That’s one way to put it.”

It was known in the silence of the legacy he left behind with the end of this season. Mercedes, the fans, the championships, the car — all of it. He had become one with the team and he saw himself be the remnants of it with the last race. The past had held a security which the future showed blurringly.

“I mean it though.” I emphasised with conviction. Lightly tracing his arms. Lewis finally glances at me, the exhaustion in his eyes softened by something else — something that always lingers when it’s just the two of us. He sets the wrench down with a soft clink and shifts so he’s facing me fully, resting his hands on either side of my thighs. For the first few minutes, Lewis resorted to weave words from the emotions he felt. The fingers mindlessly tracing my thigh. His fingers left a trail of goosebumps over my skin.

“It’s funny,” he says after a moment. “You spend years proving yourself, thinking one day it’ll be enough. But it never really is, is it?” My fingers find his, tracing absent patterns over his knuckles. “This legacy people say I’ve left behind — with racing, with Mercedes — did I do it justice with the way I left things last night?” The weight of the results of the Grand Prix had crushed Lewis. He hated that his last goodbye to his team wasn’t memorable.

it’s not about proving anything anymore.” He tilts his head. “Then what is it about?” I squeeze his hand. “Love.”

He studies me further. Searching my eyes for a hint of doubt, a sliver of distrust; he found none. Lewis blinks, like the thought has never occurred to him before. Like all the podiums, the trophies, the records — none of them compare to the simple truth of what’s in front of him.

A slow smile tugs at his lips, small but real. “I like the sound of that.” He lets himself fall onto my shoulder, leaning on me. Breathes slower and relaxed, the tension in his shoulders melting away to a hint of determination from my words. I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, the scent of motor oil and cologne familiar, and comforting. “Then maybe you should start believing it.”

Lewis hums, pulling me a little closer. “Only if you stay here and remind me.” I grin. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And in the quiet of the garage, between oil stains and starlight, Lewis finally lets himself believe it.

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[suitcedes]

sometimes I feel so cunty and bad ass knowing my ex fumbled so hard then I realise I’m not nico rosberg and this ain’t brocedes 💔

[formulanni]

Soldier, Poet, King

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[formulaarchive]

back on my bs, enjoy these lewis and nico pics from macau 2004

rip my phone gallery because damn do I love scrolling through websites at 6am

[skyleclerc]

Leo Leclerc and Roscoe Hamilton living their best lives

[f1version]

THE SLIP UP SERIES ★ LH44 version

pairing: lewis hamilton x singer! reader ( she/her )

summary: You and Lewis are known to be really close friends, but sometimes the adrenaline of a win or a show makes you slip up some secrets.

or these requests

note: what a busy week! but i’m finally making an appearance… for this au / version lewis wins silverstone !!

YNNATION’s tiktok page

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ynnation Yesterday, Y/n confessed us #Daylight is about, long-term friend and F1 World Champion, Lewis Hamilton! Aren’t they the cutest?! 💘☀️ #TheErasTour

LEWIS HAMILTON’s team radio

lewishamilton’s insta story

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton 104. This feeling, sharing it with my home, it’s everything. Thank you to everyone in my team for their unwavering support. Feels like the first one, what a dream.

Also, a very special thanks to ＠yourusername, you give me strength, we rise together, we fail to hide our relationship together. I love you forever. 💜🤞🏾

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yourusername IT WAS JUST HARD OK? i tried

lewishamilton WELL if it makes you feel better, i think i made it more obvious

yourusername “i love you baby” OF COURSE you did

mercedesamgf1 Thank you PR for giving us those last words 🙌

lewishamilton i had to BEG

yourusername oh? 👀

mercedesamgf1 yeahh oh???

yourusername You are a daylight. I love you too 💜🤞🏻

yourusername

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yourusername Kansas City I can’t stop loving you. Thank you for everything. All the cheering, screaming, jumping, dancing, singing at the top of your lungs. Thank you for singing "Dlaylight" with me after that little secret I told you. You were a mesmerizing crowd, love you all 💜💜💜 See you 🔜 Denver

PS Daylight is not the only song about ＠lewishamilton. Congratulations on P1, Lover. 💜🤞🏻

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lewishamilton Love you to the moon and to saturn!!!! wish we could be two places at a time 🫶🏾

yourusername Same, just don’t slip up more things 😭

lewishamilton YOU STARTED

yourusername AND YOU FOLLOWED

lewishamilton WHAT CAN I SAY one single thread of gold tied me to you

yourusername DONT USE MY LYRICS AGAINST ME U DORK

lewishamilton I JUST LOVE U

yourusername ME TOO

georgerussell63 aw blimey now i’ll have to watch you being more lovey dovey than usual 😔

mercedesamgf1 And that is a blessing, George

[daisybianca]

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x femalereader

summary: Lewis proposes in a special ceremony—and it’s dirty

warnings: mentions of sexual activities, slight jealousy

(a/n): this is written from Lewis’ pov cuz I love my man obsessed

I MIGHT BE the filthiest person in her life right now. The dirtiest one, with the most disgusting thoughts about her. Do I care, though?

Absolutely not.

Will I let another man touch her?

Hah. Funny enough.

Because when this night is over, a ring will be circled around the fair flesh of her finger. And my initial will be curved into it. I’m sure of it.

My fiancé soon-to-be has chosen a red, long dress that hugs her curved body for tonight’s ceremony. I can see my parents eye her across the ballroom.

Our names are written on tonight’s sky. Mine and hers. The night is ours. And it’ll not be over until we say so.

Y/N appears at the very top of the stairs and her father rushes by her side, helping her to walk towards me. Reaching for her hand as soon as she reached the last step, the crowd ceases clapping.

I take her hand in mine. It fits perfectly, as always. She fits perfectly. Her body against mine. Her smart brain along with mine. Her eyes on mine.

Everything is perfect because she is a part of it.

“Lewis…” She approaches me and I can detect a particular glimpse of something in her beautiful eyes.

I curl my lips in a smile. “You’re the most beautiful woman in this room.” I say. I’m positive that everyone’s eyes and ears are focused on this moment. On us. “Probably in the entire world.”

She manages a smile, even though I can tell she’s nervous. About a hundred or so people have been gathered by me and her father to celebrate this day.

Three years ago, when the date was the same as it is this day, I met her.

Three years later, I’m marking her as mine. Officially, at least. Because I made sure she knew—and everyone else around us—she’s mind since the very first moment.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” I push her towards me gently and cup her reddened cheeks with my hands.

Across my thumb, her initial is written on the surface with bold ink.

My hands are hers to use. Hers to lick. Hers to fuck. I wanted her to know that.

I turn around and smile at the guests. Toto gives me a reassuring father as he drinks a sip from his wine next to my father.

“Let’s dance,” I brush my lips across her ear, starting to make our way to the centre of the room.

“Lewis, you know I can’t dance in these shoes.” She lifts her right leg just a few inches and waves her dress so I can take a glimpse of her white heels.

I make sure to keep my tone quiet. “Y/N, I’ve seen you pole-dancing in stripper-heels.”

Her face turns into a darker shade of red. Her hands feels cold. Sweaty.

I don’t want her to fucking feel like that on a day as special as this one.

She has to calm down. And I’m the one obligated to make her do it.

I brush her long hair and press pecks on her temple, cheeks, lips… I stop on the neck because it’s a soft spot for me. Can’t let myself lose control in front of all my relatives, friends and coworkers. It’d be such a pity to grab her and take her to the closest room and ruin such an event.

I being a glass of red whine for her knowing how much she adores it. My hand never leaves her and I can tell that as the minutes pass, her breathing feels steadier.

One hour goes by.

Two.

It’s ten past something and about time I…

“Ladies and gentlemen.” I let y/n’s hand and climb on the stage, rolling the sleeves of my white shirt as I do so. “Thank you for attending tonight’s ceremony, to begin with. It is a special day for us and we are very pleased to share such a great moment with the people we love.”

The crowd above the stage claps, I can even take a glimpse of my dog, Roscoe, swirling around in Ricciardo’s embrace… everyone is overwhelmed and that brings a smile to my lips. But nothing compares to the burning sensation in my chest.

I don’t know what it is. But I know it’s a good feeling. I also got it the first time I met y/n. Or when I asked her out. Or when we first kissed or made love.

“I would like to invite my beautiful woman, y/n…” I control myself not to exclaim “fiancé” or “wife” instead of “woman”. I’m not hesitant to go on. “…on this stage with me.”

The people go thunderous and I help y/n to walk the few steps on the stage.

We arrive at the centre of the stage and the music stops.

All the lights on us. Everyone’s eyes.

It feels magical.

I look up and find the most beautiful pair of eyes I’ve ever seen already fixed on me. She’s smiling. It’s contagious so I grin as well. “Y/n…” I start but a voice interrupts my words.

“Go on one knee!” I identify Toyo’s voice in the first row as I reach for the velvet box in my pocket.

“On one knee!” Yells my father and then the guests go crazy.

I turn to my woman and smile. “Don’t ask me to go on one knee.” I say.

“As long as you don’t ask me to get on two knees.” She replies in a dirty voice, leaning towards me.”

“Baby, I want you in all for.”

She smiles again but no one hears our conversation. They still yell for me to propose on one knee.

Fuck. I’ll have to do this.

I grab the box tightly in my hand and do as asked. I get on my knees.

In front of my woman. The woman of my dreams.

I’ve been on my knees in front of y/n countless times before, but for educational purposes only. Nothing like this.

I raise my eyes. She’s crying.

I hold onto her hand. “Y/n…” I start. “Please make me the happiest man in the entire universe and accept this proposal.” I think my heart is going to explode. “Will you please marry me?”

The crowd erupts in a chaos of applause and I find myself trapped in her eyes. I expect her to say the word first, but she doesn’t.

She melts into my hands and buries her small face in my neck.

This has to be the most beautiful moment of my entire existence.

She’s crying and I think I am too honestly. “Yes, yes, yes! A million times yes, Lewis!” She almost creams and between tears, I grab her face and unite our temples. I apply a kiss on her mouth. It’s gently at first but then I can see her craving for more.

When I let her lips to catch my breath (I actually remembered that we are not alone, but in a room with our closest people and if she went on I would without hesitation forget their existence) I look into her eyes. I grab her delicate hand and take the ring out of the box.

It fits perfectly on her finger.

I look at her again and murmur, “Perfectly fitted. Just for you, baby. Just for my wife.”

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[norizz-nation]

Lewis Hamilton x younger reader and he’s like addicted to her, always have to be touching her, involve daddy kink pleaseeee

Generations Apart | L.H44

Summary: Your obsessive old boyfriend can't get enough of your taste.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Age Gap, Young Reader, Size Kink, Spanking, Bruises, Needy Reader, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation, Slut Shaming

Lewis chuckled in between the kiss, "I swear, I can never get enough of you, you're too perfect,"

"Then don't, please," you whined as you kept on grinding again him and he kept on squeezing your ass, making you go insane.

If he kept on going like this then he might see the craziest and horniest version of you that was reflected in you last night. And, he would do anything to see that version of you again.

As you were grinding against his abs you let out a squeaky scream as you felt him place a firm slap on your ass cheek making you frown at the temptation. Lewis just looked at you and smirked.

Read the whole 1.1k fic only on my Patreon!

A/N: Requests are open. Feel free to ask what you want me to write. I love you.

[thefairyfanartsblog]

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[love44lew]

guys this is my wife. we’re married. we’re in love 💍🪼🤍.

[ursemma]

No one noticed- LH44

ლ LH44 × reader

Summary you've always been abandoned by the people, but you've always thought that Lewis would never do such thing to you; but hey they've warned you never fall inlove with athletes, they'll love their sport more than you.

Warnings: angst, pregnency, heartbreak (lmk if I've missed something), Rushed like alooot.

Loosely based on 'No one noticed' by 'the Marias.'

A barren land, that's what you've been since childhood. Abandoned by many, never taken cared of by anyone. That changed when your bestfriend who now is your fbw walked into your life. He changed the way you felt about yourself, or atleast he thought so.

It was casual, you told yourself, but look it's classic to fall for your friend with benefits, and it's tried and tested that no matter what you do, you'll end up loving that person. Specially for someone like you, whose love language is physical touch, what else can you expect from it?

Every morning he leaves, you feel like an empty shallow vessel, whose void is yet to be filled. But you knew what you were getting into, they say onces you've tastes heaven you can't help but crave for more, and that's what happened.

Abu Dhabi 2021 grand prix was everything for Lewis. If he won that it would mean he would be able to claim his 8th WDC champion ship.

I sat in the Mercedes garage waiting for Lewis patiently, he was going to be devastated, and I was preparing myself for it.

He walked into the garage, threw his helmet in frustration, I went towards him and gave him a hug. Even though he took time to return it, I stood patiently waiting for him to feel better.

"it's so not fair." I heard Toto speak, as I let go of him.

"I know." Lewis responded with a sigh.

No one spoke, and there was a dead silence until he was called for his media duties.

"I'll meet you at the hotel okay?" He told me, and I nodded, as he gave a me a peck on the forehead.

At the hotel I was scrolling through the social media, watching some of our old photos, and videos, but I can't help but notice the comments underneath those posts regarding me, calling me gold digger, slut, whore, and what not, just when I was about click on them Lewis entered the room.

"hey you came back early"

"yeah, wanted to escape from the media duties, any way I wanted to talk to you"

"yeah? About what?"

"you know what we should end whatever it is happening with us."

And that sentence stabbed my heart.

"what do you mean?" I asked on the verge of tears.

"I mean that, look we both know I just lost my 8th world title. And I desperately need to focus more on the racing, and with that I'm not sure that I can give you time that you need. Because that would bring distraction towards my career, which I can't afford." He spoke while sincerely looking in my eyes.

"I get it. But if all those years meant atleast something to you could you- could you spend atleast tonight with me? Could you for tonight love me like I've always love you? For tonight only could you be mine?"

"I think I can do that"

With that our lips crashed, and we both let out our emotions, feelings, and unspoken words flow in the language of love.

Time skip (I don't want to write smut.)

We lay as we catch our breath, and he said "I love you, you know. It's just my career and stuff, and I can't afford to loose another championship. With that going on I don't think I can give you the love, time, efforts, consistency, and a happy family that you deserve."

I looked at him and said "I know. They've always warned me about being with athletes you know, no matter how much they love you, they'll always love their sports first."

He laughed "that's what they say?"

"hmm, and I understood it today"

He looked at me, and kissed me, it wasn't like something we always do, it was different, intense, filled with emotions.

"good night y/n"

"good night lou"

I woke up early, and decided to pack my bags beforehand.

He was still sleeping like a baby, it was cute though, I'll miss waking up beside him. Holding my emotions was a big task while being with him. And only I know how I'll cope with after I'll be all alone.

"ugh good morning" I heard him say

"good morning Lewis"

"packing already?"

"yeah my flight is in hour, moving back to Edinburgh you know."

"oh, I did not know that." I could hear the hurt in his voice.

"must have slipped my mind I guess."

"yeah, give me 15 mins I'll fresh up, and drop you to the airport."

"oh no, no need for that, I've booked a cab, besides you have alot on your schedule, go get ready for that."

"atleast let me grab you breakfast?"

"no no my cab will be here in 15, I gotta do my packing, the airport is about 30 mins far from here."

"oh okay"

With that he went to get ready. Sighing I decided to pack my bags and get ready for the flight.

It's been a miserable week if I'm being honest. With accepting my fate, to being sick all over the place.

Morning sickness, vomiting, delay in periods. Ugh my hormones have been all over the place.

On the top my house needed a makeover, it too has been miserable just like it's owner. I've spent my entire 4 years traveling with Lewis that I've neglected my house, just like the way I get neglected by people.

While cleaning my room I came across my old laptop, I quickly logged in, and decided to go through it.

I opened the gallery, and saw photos of Lewis and mine, some religiously taken screenshots of us when we used to facetime eachother when he was far away, and I couldn't attend the races because I was studying.

We used to do everything on those facetimes, from cooking, to cleaning, to feeding roscoe, and brushing our teeth.

I wiped the tears that flooded through my eyes, and immediately ran to washroom as I felt sick again.

Puking in the toilet sink, I broke down in tears, while laughing at my state.

I decided to call my friend Diana for help.

"hello ana?"

"hey y/n/n what happened you sound... not so good? Everything all right?"

I explained to her what was wrong and after a dead silence she spoke

"have you... Considered getting a..... pregnancy test?"

"what?!? Have you gone mad? That can't be happening"

"just a suggestion love, but hey look your symptoms matches and apparently you both had sex, that too unprotected it can happen"

"yeah I guess"

"how about I come over with a kit and we figure it out together?"

"I love you"

"I love you too darlin, I'll be there in 10"

I stood frozen looking at the test, as it came positive.

"oh my I'm gonna be an aunt!!" She looks at me hoping to get some reaction

"yeah ana, I'm going to be a single miserable mother."

"hey don't say that okay, I'm with you, we both will figure everything out, together."

"yeah"

"do you, perhaps want to tell him?"

"no fuck. I won't tell him. He can't know it."

"okay calm down we'll figure it out."

"yes." With that she hugged me, and held me while I cried in her arms.

2 years have passed and not even a single text msg have been exch between him and I.

But on the positive note, I gave birth to a beautiful daughter, named Charlotte. She's an exact copy of him.

Today Diana, and her boyfriend are taking me to the silver stone grand prix, do I want to go? No. But they told me it'll make me move on. They insisted on bringing Charlotte with us, because she's too small to be left alone.

I was walking in the paddock with them as I came across some interviewers, and fans asking me about Lewis, everyone knew that we were bestfriends so that was valid I guess. I ignored them, as I heard someone shouting my name.

I turned around and saw Toto making his way towards us.

"hey it's been a while."

"yeah Toto it's been a while"

"you came to see Lewis? Oh my god finally he's been acting crazy since you left"

"oh no I came here with my friends"

"oh is that so? Why don't you sit in the Mercedes garage then? All three- oh four of you." He said the last line while looking at Charlotte

"yeah sure we can sit in the garage" Diana replied before I could answer.

"perfect I'll do the arrangements for for you, and that is?" He spoke while looking at sleeping Charlotte.

"my daughter" I honestly answered, Toto was a father figure to me, and I could not afford lying to him.

"does Lewis know?" He concerningly asked me

"I'm not planning on telling him."

"got it, susie and I are there for you, you know? We'll love to get to know our granddaughter..."

"Charlotte, or Char, for short" I gave him a warm smile.

"yupp, we'll love to spend time with Char"

"I can already see her being the most spoilt girl ever." I laughed, and we made our way to the garage.

Char was awake by then, and she needed to use the restroom, so I excused us. The race was going to start in an hour and half, meaning I needed to be careful as I can't afford to run into Lewis.

We finished our buisness and just when I thought everything was going fine, I bumped into my worst nightmare.

"sorry- Y/n??"

"oh hey there, didn't see you"

"what are you doing here?"

"for the race?"

Char looked at Lewis and giggled, and I mentally face palmed my self

"oh my she's mine isn't she?"

"yeah."

"why didn't you tell me??"

"well because you perfectly made it clear that you didn't want a family, or me, or any of this. And you ended the last hope that we had?"

Hurt, love, pain, memories everything came back as I spoke. It felt like the knife that I thought was pulled out, and healed, was still twisting inside my heart. My throat was being strangled as I struggled to speak.

"I changed my mind the week you left me. I called you, texted you, e-mailed you, but you didn't reply to any of it."

"what? You texted me?, called me?, e-mailed me?"

"yes, I thought you blocked me so I didn't try again."

"I- oh my Lewis I changed my number, and the email I gave you was of my work! It wouldn't work as it doesn't exist anymore!"

"what?"

"yes you muppet!"

"Lewis, media time!!" Bad timeing surely has it's way to be seen.

"this conversation isn't over. Wait for me afterwards."

"sure, only if you make sure to win."

"don't test me darling."

Hope. That's what grew inside me as I watched the love of my life celebrating his p1, looking directly at me.

A/n : it was getting soo long, and my device is on 4%, and I desperately needed to post something before going on a ghost mode because of my examinations, just to let you all know that I'm alive.

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[yellowingbread]

Had a vision and had to get to work immediately 🫡

[cak3art]

I don’t know who’s realer, lando for needing multiple takes or Lewis for making fun of it

[suitcedes]

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