#lewis/john elkann

[preet-01]

Lewis wasn’t unhappy per se. No, he had no reason to be unhappy. Everything was perfect.

He had the handsome husband with a title. He had four beautiful children, each one perfect and wonderful. He was the Viscountess Wolff and a respected member of society.

Everything was perfect.

His family adored Toto and the children, their friends envied them, the people in the village loved them.

He should be happy, overjoyed, ecstatic. But he wasn’t happy or overjoyed, and he certainly wasn’t ecstatic. But he also wasn’t unhappy. No, he fell somewhere between happy and unhappy. Perhaps content, but even that felt like the wrong word for it.

“Will you be going back to London?” Lewis questions as he puts his nightgown back on. Had it been a few years earlier, he would have never thought to dress himself so quickly after he and Toto enjoyed their marriage bed. His bare body would’ve been pressed to Toto’s bare body as they talked about everything and nothing. Alas it wasn’t like that anymore and it hadn’t been like that for quite some time — not that anyone else would know. No, they kept the picture perfect facade up for the rest of English noble society.

“Yes, there is business in London,” Toto replies, making no move to pull Lewis back into their marriage bed and ravish him like Toto used to do during their early years of marriage.

“Business, of course,” Lewis mumbles. Business was, of course, a twenty some year old opera singer named Georgie that Toto put up in a nice apartment in London where none of their noble friends would go for any good reason. Lewis wasn’t meant to know, or at least he hoped that Toto never intended for him to find out. It would have been wholly unkind if Toto had purposefully orchestrated Lewis finding out about the whore he kept on the side. Toto was many things, but unkind was not one of those.

“I want to see you before I leave tomorrow,” Toto says.

“Hmm?” Lewis hums in question. It was an odd request in recent years. Gone were the days of Lewis pressed up against some piece of furniture because they couldn’t keep their hands off of one another and Toto needed to feel his wife before he had to leave for work in the House of Lords.

“The new footman is arriving tomorrow,” Toto explains.

—————

Servants are notorious gossips. John had learnt that when he was a wee little boy clutching his mother’s skirts.

“The Viscountess and children are the only ones who stay in the house for prolonged periods,” the butler, Marcus, had told him. The Viscount supposedly spends his time in the family’s London townhome and has a whore in the city.

John didn’t believe that someone would stray from their marriage when they had someone like the Viscountess. How could anyone compare, he wondered.

There were not enough words to describe the Viscountess’ beauty. Enchanting brown eyes and dark brown skin wrapped in the finest fabrics that John had seen — all shades of white and silver that John had never thought possible to make clothing out of with the tiniest hints of teal needlework. Diamonds and pearls adorned the Viscountess, glimmering brightly and juxtaposing beautifully against the Viscountess’ skin and dresses.

The Viscountess was ethereal, yes, but also sad. Not always, no, the Viscountess seemed to light up when in the company of his children. Deep brown eyes would sparkle with specks of gold in them when the Viscountess was with his children. But outside of that? There was an ever present emptiness.

He didn’t realize the cause of it fully until he saw the Viscount and Viscountess together. They were a beautiful couple, there was no denying that, but beneath all that beauty was a chasm much too wide.

John is doing his daily tasks when he finds the Viscountess crying in the garden. “Are you okay, my lady?” John asks. The Viscount had left moments ago for London once more and before then, and well everyone had heard the Viscount and Viscountess fighting in the library about missing the little lord’s upcoming birthday.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” The Viscountess asks with a sad smile and tear stains on his cheeks.

John doesn’t dare answer. He’s seen enough to know that one should never contradict the nobility. Instead, he offers his handkerchief to the Viscountess. “Thank you, Sir John,” the Viscountess replies, delicately dabbing at his tear stained cheeks. “Have you been to the village yet?” He inquires.

John doesn’t realize when the Viscountess becomes my lady or when my lady becomes Lewis. But it does happen — though only when the Viscount is off in London for business. But during those moments when the Viscount is away, there are specks of glimmering gold in Lewis’ deep brown eyes and an ever present smile to grace his lips.

What John forgets is that servants are notorious gossips.

—————

Lewis hasn’t been pressed up against a piece of furniture in years. And a man hasn’t been between his legs in even longer.

John is… great, wonderful, perfect and any other number of words that he can’t think of at the moment because John is burrowed between his legs.

Lewis’ dress — one that he’d bought with Toto in mind — is hitched up as the bookcase digs into Lewis’ back. It’s far from uncomfortable. Even when Lewis throws his head back and hits it on the wooden bookshelf that some long dead Viscount Wolff had commissioned decades ago.

“John,” he’s breathless as he says his lover’s name, “I need you. Please.”

“As you wish,” John replies. His face is covered in Lewis’ slick as he stands up and kisses Lewis. His moan turns into a gasp as John thrusts into him with a practiced ease after spending so much time in one another’s company.

What Lewis and John remain unaware to is that there are servants outside of the library who can hear every moan that John elicits from Lewis — their lady, their Viscountess. They can hear every thrust as the bookcases hits the wall. They can hear how their Viscountess moans the name of a man who is not his husband. There is nothing left to the imagination about what goes on in the library.

If the servants hear about it, so does Toto when he finally returns from London to the country estate. The servants don’t explicitly say it to him — most of them do love their Viscountess and had seen how his shine dimmed over the years of marriage — but it does reach his ears.

“How was London?” Lewis asks him when they have dinner together that first night.

“As good as it could be,” Toto replies. “I wish to see you tonight. I have missed you, wife,” he adds, wondering if the ambitious footman had defiled his wife on the table they dine at. Regardless, he’ll have it burned by morning.

“Of course, husband,” Lewis replies.

When Lewis comes to his bedchamber, Toto doesn’t bother gently taking Lewis’ nightgown off. No, he rips it into shreds. “Your courses, they have been regular, yes?” Toto questions as he lays out his wife on their marriage bed — the same bed where he had taken Lewis’ innocence almost 15 years ago. That had been a lovely night by all accounts.

“Of course, why wouldn’t they be?” Lewis answers, not giving any hint of the fact that he had spent the past few months getting fucked by one of their servants like a common whore.

Toto doesn’t say anything about that, instead he presses a kiss to Lewis’ flat belly. “Matilda is almost four years old now, it is time that we start trying for our next child,” he says. “Additionally, my business in London is over and with the exception of the House of Lords meetings, I intend to stay home with you and the children. Until we need to present the girls, of course,” he continues on, watching as realization flickers in Lewis’ eyes. He’d known from their first meeting, that Lewis was smart. It’s why he’d married him after years of avoiding the marriage mart. Smart and beautiful was a rare commodity in high society and, well, Toto always wanted the best — something that no one else could have. Back then, that had been Lewis.

But Lewis won’t say anything of it. No, Lewis had been raised to be a good wife and lady. Instead, Lewis just says, “of course,” and opens his legs wide for Toto.

However, since his wife wants to act like a common whore whilst Toto isn’t home, he’ll treat him like one. “No, no, on your hands and knees, wife,” he orders, flipping Lewis into his desired position.

As the Viscount reminds the Viscountess whose wife he is, the Viscountess’ lover is forced to leave the estate in the dead of the night. Sir John Elkann, a former soldier in the British Royal Army, is sent to the continent as part of a regiment headed to Italy. Uprisings fill the Italian peninsula and threaten peace on the continent. It is a place where no one questions where a bullet originated from or how.

Almost eight months since that night, as the Viscountess gives birth to his fifth child, the letter of Sir John Elkann’s death arrives to the country estate.

Lewis is far from happy in his marriage. But when with his children, he finds joy. His four eldest, all perfect and wonderful. And now his fifth child, with her light brown hair that none of the others had, nor any to come after her will have, is perfect and delightful and beautiful.

His sweet Joanna who Toto couldn’t take away from him like John had been taken away. Toto’s ego and ideals of manhood wouldn’t allow for it to happen. Taking Joanna away from Lewis meant admitting that another man had slept with the perfect Viscountess that Toto loved to parade around as his greatest victory. It meant admitting that he’d been made a cuckold by a servant.

Nothing was perfect, nor would it ever be.

—————

So this definitely took a turn that I wasn’t originally expecting. The ending was much happier before tumblr decided to glitch and not save my draft

The original was loosely inspired by two of the Bridgerton books: To Sir Phillip, With Love and When He Was Wicked. But when I started writing again after the glitch, inspiration took me down a different path

[wejustvibing]

I have always said over the years how much Lewis is a great driver, how much he has done for F1. He will join Ferrari and this is a sign of how much he believes he can do great things with us.

The hug that Lewis wanted to give him (Bearman) shows what a great champion he is on and off the track.

- John Elkann

[l8tof1]

did john elkann visit lewis at merc hospitality today??

[comraderoscoes]

kisses

[glai1023-blog]

What I thought happened to the Carlos Sainz contract saga (I am not an insider I am just speculating based on the timeline and whatever comes out officially and unofficially) If you don't agree, dont come after me, make your own possible scenario. I'm just a bored F1 fan who has trouble falling asleep and making speculations to pass time:

--2023 Ferrari start contract talks with both Charles and Carlos since both of them have their contracts ending on 2024, they plan on announcing the renewal simultaneously probably in Monza (home ground and all that)

--obviously Charles gets offered a multi-year because I think he has a great management team around him and because he is Ferrari's golden boy, Mr. Todt of course secured a contract favorable for Charles because although he looks like a meek boy I think he is a very ruthless businessman and truly has Charles back, also after the 2022 debacle I think Ferrari wants to get back to Charles good graces. They probabaly just said yes to most of his demands.

-- Carlos gets offered a 1+1 contract which his team countered offer, I dont know how good a negotiator his cousin is but I guess talks slowed down because neither party is willing to back down so announcement gets delayed

--somewhere along negotiation with the Sainz camp, Lewis is reaching his limit with Merc and probably sent a feeler to other teams

--since talks with Carlos' management is going nowhere still, Elkann decides to try his luck with Lewis after discovering he is open to switching teams

--Lewis hits a breaking point with Merc and starts serious talks with Ferrari. Feeling things may be getting clearer with Lewis, Ferrari may or may not have tried to give a final push to Carlos with the 1+1 offer which his camp probably still didn't like and counter offered.

--Ferrari decides to announce the solo multi-year (I still hate Ferrari for making this a thing and not saying the actual numbers) contract renewal of Charles

--Ferrari decides not to renew Carlos' contract. Elkann & Vasseur decides to go full battle gear, all hands on deck negotiations with Lewis which he obviously appreciates and accepted.

--Lewis probably (ehem definitely) signed with Ferrari without giving a heads up to Toto. Ferrari was not planning on announcing Lewis' move the way it came out and it probably (ehem definitely) is leaked by Toto when Lewis informed him after the fact.

--Carlos, now seatless for 2025 gets a lucrative offer from Audi, he is not sure he wants to take his chances with a new team on the grid and decides to try with Redbull and Merc first which kept Audi hanging (I'm not sure how they really felt about that, but since they keep saying very PR friendly statement to the press about Carlos' situation with them lets just say they really want him in their line up)

--Redbull is not going to sign Carlos, there were definitely talks but I dont think Christian likes him that much (that guy has a hard on for Ricciardo) . Merc... merc is in a limbo (like their car) after Lewis drops them a bomb and now they dont know if they should take an early gamble with Kimi or sign a more seasoned driver first 'til Kimi is F1 ready, so they offer Carlos a 1 year (to keep an option open for Kimi) which obviously Sainz camp didn't like.

--So now, Carlos ends up having to choose between accepting the Audi offer (if they still have that offer on the table since Carlos kept them waiting for quite a while) and apparently the Williams seat, because I think its pretty obvious they are not keeping Logan.

And that's how I think it all went down 😂

Can we sleep now, brain?

[lewisinho]

i think john elkann was ready to kill to finally get lewis at ferrari

[hamilgodd]

Now I’m wanna write a fic with Logan as Lewis son, bc mr. What is a Kilometer? Deserves a foun family situation. Maybe as Lewis/John’s son… who knows.

But I really feel kinda of sad about him, bc he seems lonely and he is not doing stelar but he is trying his best… ok?

[erelavent]

My bestie and I have been parsing out what Lewis' move to Ferrari means for the future of both Mercedes and Ferrari and we have come up with some thoughts.

Lewis moving to Ferrari has made it open season at Mercedes. Not only does his move signal a lack of confidence in the team, but it also splits allegiances. Employees may be on the fence about what direction Merc is moving in and may be inclined to jump ship. Other employees may just straight up be Lewis loyalists and move to Ferrari. This is a perfect opportunity for other teams to poach Merc staff.

This leads to point #2. Toto has got to take stock of who is staying and who is leaving Mercedes. Not only to prevent them taking info about the development of the car with them, but also to ensure that the team can still effectively function and produce a decent car in the following years. The last thing he wants, is to have gaping holes in his team that will shoot them back down to a back marker team.

Speaking of holes, Toto needs to lock down an experienced driver to fill that 2nd Mercedes seat ASAP. Like yesterday. So many teams are concerned that they're going to lose their drivers and are announcing early contract renewals without divulging their end dates. Even Redbull is reportedly trying to sign Alex Albon. If Toto waits too long, he's going to be caught with his pants down without an experienced driver to fill the 2nd seat and boost team morale.

If possible, Toto needs to get Lewis on actual video saying that there's no bad blood between them. As it stands, Mercedes' image has taken a major hit. The longer Lewis stays silent, the longer the rumors fester, and the more fans turn against Mercedes. Idk if what Toto claims is true, but if it is, he needs Lewis to verbally and physically confirm it.

As for Ferrari, I think signing Lewis is part of a really big rebrand for them. I think Fred Vasseur and John Elkann have decided to stop riding the wings of legacy and revamp Ferrari's image. The first part of that is looking (who knows if they actually will be) more progressive. The image that has historically accompanied Ferrari has been rich, old, white, cis, heterosexual, male. But that isn't cutting it anymore. The sport is expanding and the buying power of young women and POC is gaining larger market share. Ferrari has to adapt or die. What better way to do this than to sign on Lewis, a biracial man from humble beginnings who champions DEI and environmental initiatives and happens to have a young core audience? I mean, Ferrari stock literally skyrocketed with the announcement yesterday (and no, you will not convince me that stock gap came from Ferrari publishing their annual report). The proof is in the pudding.

The rebrand also includes their internal operations. Both Fred and John need someone who can inspire devotion and reinvigorate the team. They've been flopping since 2008 and desperately need to recenter. They need to convince new blood to join the team and signing Lewis does that. I'm guessing they're also hoping Lewis can steer development into the right direction and launch them into the stratosphere like he did with Merc.

These moves are all very calculated, and honestly, I'm impressed that Lewis and the Ferrari team kept it all under wraps. We'll see if it pans out like they hope.

[preet-01]

I was watching House of the Dragon with a friend and this idea was formed. So in a loosely post-Dance of the Dragons Westeros, here is a quick little elkilton fic

Lewis

Lewis knew that as the heir to the throne, he would have to marry sooner than later. He may be a much-desired male heir, but his position was far from secure. 

Against all advice from his family, his father had married again less than a year after Lewis’ mother had died in the birthing bed. Beyond that, his father had married the second daughter of a second son who was only noteworthy due to his position as Hand of the King, a position he no longer held due to trying overreach by exerting his influence on members of the royal family. Nonetheless, she had given his father two children – a boy and a girl – with a third already on the way. Compounded by his father’s ailing health, it was more important than ever that Lewis secure his position by having his own heirs and cementing his place in court. 

So Lewis toured the kingdoms he would one day rule as fathers and mothers paraded their eligible daughters around him in the hope that he may pick one of them to be his bride and future Queen. 

But none had caught Lewis’ eye. 

That was not to say that they weren’t pretty or exemplary ladies, they just did not intrigue him or his mind in any way. 

“One might think you don’t want to get married,” Daniel says. Daniel had joined his father’s Kingsguard just three years earlier, but he had quickly become one of Lewis’ favorites and would often be found guarding Lewis instead of the King. 

“And one might think, you only love to guard me so you may flirt with my squire,” Lewis retorts, changing the topic. 

“He blushes so prettily,” Daniel replies with a grin as he spots the squire in question. “So what was wrong with this set of ladies paraded around? Lord Russell’s daughter seemed besotted with you,” he inquires. He should have known that Daniel would return to the topic and not even the mention of Daniel’s favorite squire would change his course. 

“Lady Georgiana is kind…” Lewis trails off. He had met Lady Georgiana many years prior and he does not doubt that his father would be over the moon if he married her. Not only for how it might assuage the hurts from his second marriage but also to unite two claimants to the throne. Lewis, however, had always wanted what his parents had – a love match – and he was not in love with Georgiana Russell. He liked her well enough, but more than that? 

“Nonetheless, we should continue the tour. It would not be wise to anger the lords again by preventing them from having a chance,” he tells Daniel. It goes unsaid that his father had angered them first by marrying Alerie whilst still in the mourning period and now Lewis had to assuage those hurts by allowing this betrothal tour to happen when it should have been the other way with lords and ladies making their way to King’s Landing to present their daughters. 

“Then off we go to meet the Lord of Highgarden and his bevy of daughters, nieces, and cousins,” Daniel says. 

________

Highgarden is beautiful. Stunning and everything he would expect from the kingdom that boasted about its chivalry and beauty. It’s much less severe than the storm-riddled and aptly named Stormlands. The Reach, from what he has seen on their journey so far is not built to weather severe storms and harsh waves, but built for beauty and aesthetics. 

The beauty of the Reach does not stop at just its lands and castles. Its people are just as, if not more, beautiful. 

“You have been most kind in your welcome, Lord Elkann,” Lewis says to the handsome Lord of Highgarden. The Lord had organized a small welcome in the courtyard with just the household and had managed to put off the welcome feast until the following night. Something Lewis was extremely thankful for. He and much of his party were tired from the journey. None of them would be great company – a fact they had learned after multiple welcome feasts on the day of their arrival left them as poor company and horrid conversationalists. 

“I have simply done as I would have wanted for myself, Your Grace,” Lord Elkann replies. “From what I hear, it has been a long journey,” he continues. 

“Indeed, but it is only halfway completed. The Westerlands and the North yet remain,” Lewis answers. They’d already gone to the Riverlands, the Vale, and most recently the Stormlands. 

“Suddenly the position of Prince does not seem so enviable,” the Lord jokes as Lewis laughs. It is not an enviable position, at least not at this moment when he’s touring the realm because his father couldn’t respect a mourning period. 

The following day, Lewis is unable to avoid the lords and ladies and their eligible daughters. However, none make as much of an impression as the Lord of Highgarden. Dressed in a resplendent green doublet and pitch-black breeches with gold adorning him, the man looks like an embodiment of House Elkann’s sigil. 

So he remains at the high table with Lord Elkann and his family – the seat usually reserved for a Lord’s wife is filled by his heir. Died of the spring fever, a maid had told Daniel. Two years prior, another had told Sebastian. 

“I have not seen you at the many tourneys my father hosts, my Lord,” Lewis says, pouring himself more wine. 

“I fear I am not the tourney type. Surprisingly, not all of us Reachmen are knights as the other kingdoms believe us to be,” Lord Elkann replies. 

“A shame, my Lord, you would make an enticing knight with maidens and ladies hoping to give you their favor,” Lewis states looking at the man up and down. He was tall and handsome and extremely rich – the ladies of the court would be battling amongst themselves to give him a favor and have a chance at becoming the next Lady of Highgarden. 

“I thought the ladies of the court were much too busy throwing their favors for their Crown Prince to worry about a lord who lacks in comparison to him?” he inquires with a raised brow. “And please, my Prince, call me John.” 

“Somehow I doubt you are lacking, John,” Lewis says, glancing over at the many sons and daughters of the Lord of Highgarden who had only been a married man for about 12 years and hadn’t fathered any bastards as far as court gossipers knew. 

The next day, instead of walking the gardens with any number of ladies who had hoped to be escorted by him, John invites Lewis to go falconing. “My mother, her sigil was a falcon,” Lewis tells him. 

So they go falconing. Just him, John, and Lewis’ two Kingsguards – Sebastian and Daniel. 

John 

John, despite being married for approximately twelve years, is no stranger to taking male lovers. Despite being the religious center of the realm, many Reachmen took male lovers to bed. And the ones who said they didn’t do such things, often lied. John, himself, had taken a few men to bed over the years. A political match to further unite the Reach under Elkann rule and a wife who loved the company of her ladies, it just made sense. 

He didn’t want to be presumptuous, but he knew when a man was flirting with him. The Prince eyed him more than he even spoke to the maiden daughters of the lords present. 

John had dreaded marrying one of his darling daughters to the Crown Prince and shackling them to the cesspit that is the capital all in the name of being Queen one day and being with the man all maidens wanted. Now, he dreaded it for another reason entirely. He had been able to rationalize bedding other men when he was married, but even he could not rationalize wanting to bed his daughter’s husband. 

John wanted the Prince for himself. He had slept with pretty men before, but all of them would look homely next to Prince Lewis. 

So, he takes him falconing. One of his advisors had reminded him that the Prince’s mother had been an Arryn whose sigil was a falcon. At the same time, he sends his daughters to their daily lessons. The presence of a Prince does not stop lessons, he had told them. 

“Have you gone falconing before?” John asks. One of his falcons is perched on his arm as he motions for Lewis to get closer. 

“I believe I went once when I was younger and we visited the Vale. Though that was when my grandfather was still King,” Lewis replies. “Do you train them yourself?” 

“Falcons, horses, and dogs,” John tells him. Instead of spending his time as a knight of the realm, John’s attention had always been on his animals and not on playing at war. He could command his men, his father had made sure of it, but his true calling was training animals. 

“I would like to see the horses and dogs if it is not too much trouble,” Lewis says. 

“Of course.” 

Despite being there for falconing, very little falconing is actually done. The two Kingsguards leave them to their own devices and keep a respectable distance. Though John has an inkling that Lewis wouldn’t mind getting in bed with him, he wants to be sure before initiating anything. It’s one thing to sleep with a fellow lord or some knight, but the Crown Prince? That requires some semblance of certainty. 

Lewis

It takes him a few days to work up the courage to make his intentions clear. It takes him a few days to be sure that John wants to bed him just as much as he wishes to bed John. 

He had not been spared from speaking to the ladies, but most of his time is spent with John. A sign that most of the Reach Lords take as him considering one of John’s daughters despite them being younger than him and most likely a long betrothal before any wedding would happen. 

He has John in his bed when Sebastian interrupts them. Thankfully they had only gotten to taking off their shirts and hadn’t actually been doing anything that he would want to save just for his eyes. “Apologies, my Prince, my Lord,” Sebastian says, averting his gaze from the bed and onto the floor. “A raven arrived from King’s Landing,” he says, “we must return at once.” Sebastian hands him the opened scroll and quickly reads it. 

The message is simple. The King has become bedridden and the Queen has called back her father to serve as Regent. 

“Have the horses prepared, we will ride ahead of the rest of the party,” Lewis orders. 

“Daniel is preparing them as we speak,” Sebastian replies. “Once again, apologies, but the message was too important to wait around,” he says. 

“Of course, I will meet you in a few,” Lewis tells him, dismissing his Kingsguard and friend. 

“You are leaving,” John says, already out of bed and putting his shirt back on. 

“The Queen Consort overreaches,” Lewis sighs, “and my father much too ill to do anything about it. The previous Hand had been dismissed for a reason, now she proclaims him Regent when that position should fall to me, and if not me then the current Hand who has proven himself to be a good advisor to the King. My family already lost the dragons due to one Queen Consort who overreached and wanted more than was supposed to be hers.” 

Pulling John towards him, Lewis kisses the older man. He would’ve liked to explore the man inch by inch, but he is heir to the throne and matters of the realm take precedence to his own desires. He is the Crown and he needs to return to secure his position. 

“I suppose the next time we see each other will be your wedding,” John sighs. 

Lewis nods. He will need to marry sooner than later which will mean angering some lords who will not get the chance to present their daughters. But Lady Georgiana will make a fine bride and Queen – she is the one choice that most lords cannot say much about. Royal blood runs in her veins from years of marriage between Hamiltons and Russells. Admittedly, there are not as many royal marriages between them as there are with Hamiltons and Rosbergs, but that remains irrelevant to the current situation. 

“Maybe one day we can continue this,” Lewis says with one last kiss. 

“Mayhaps,” John agrees, but they both know it will not happen. 

Within the year, Lewis will be wed and after that day they won’t see each other most likely until Lewis’ coronation as the Lord of Highgarden tended to keep his distance from King’s Landing. 

_______________

If you don't know, Highgarden is one of my favorite castles from the books along with the Eyrie and Dragonstone. But the shows have done them (and most of the castles tbh) great injustice. The descriptions and artwork for these castles are stunning

[wejustvibing]

He wants to win the eighth title, Ferrari wants to win and with Lewis they are stronger. He doesn't come to Ferrari to enjoy his retirement and it's important to have motivated people around, who want to win - John Elkann about Lewis to Ferrari

[l8tof1]

"i have always said over the years how great a driver lewis hamilton is, how much he has done for formula one, and that lewis joining ferrari is an important sign of how much he believes he can achieve great things with ferrari. (...) this hug from lewis [of ollie bearman] is evidence of how much of a great champion he is not only on the track but also off track. and above all, an example for future generations, the upcoming generations, as we saw this evening." - john elkann

[yuzuchupachups]

Mate I am really scared 🥲

Source is Lawrence Baretto

[lewishamiltonstuff]

You better sell one of your ugly sunglasses and write Newey a blank cheque @ Elkann

[i44rise]

he was soooo locked in. he knew it was his race to win. love seeing lewis like this again. let's get the remaining races, LH ♡

[delicate44]

John Elkann is soo fashionable. Lewis and him in one frame will be out of this world hotness

[hamilgodd]

World be ready bc I have a killer headache, a deadline for electrical blueprints and an idea for a fic. And it goes like this:

—

«For a moment everything around him is silent, there is nothing, absolutely nothing. He can see the mechanics gesticulating, he can see the reporters asking without stopping to breathe, he can see how the world keeps turning around him. But not him; not Lewis.

His smile is faked and there is a bitter taste in his mouth, his heartbeat rumbles in his ears and in Lewis mind only one scene is repeated, only seven words are repeated.

"I stayed at Toto's the night before..." the happiness in George's voice is obvious, and Lewis can't blame him; in the end George doesn't know anything about what has been happening behind the closed doors of Toto's office—or at least that's what Lewis wants to believe—.

He can't do anything but see happiness on Toto's face, who a couple of meters back, leaning against one of the desks, observes everything that happens. Lewis can do nothing but accept that the story he has so much kept inside his soul has come to an end.

Only that he would have liked to receive a warning and not find himself with a broken heart in a worldwide broadcast.»