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hearts intertwined (hamilton x sister! driver!rosberg) p18

chapter 18: voices got loud

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The adrenaline from the race had finally started to ebb, leaving behind a strange emptiness. Y/N sat alone by the Red Bull garage, the trophy for the race winner gleaming in the fading sunlight. A quiet sense of victory mingled with a lingering unease. She had won, but at what cost?

Nico, his face etched with concern, approached her. He settled down beside her, his presence a comforting presence. "Schatz," he began, his voice gentle, "you did well out there. That was a fantastic drive."

Y/N nodded, her gaze fixed on the trophy. "Thanks, Nico."

A long silence followed. Then, Nico broke the silence, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment. "But that move on Lewis… it was unnecessary. You were fast, faster than him, but you didn't have to push him off the track."

Y/N stiffened. "Nico, I was racing. It was a hard move, but it was fair."

Nico shook his head. "Fair? You pushed him out. You could have caused a serious accident."

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger. "So? He's done the same thing to me countless times. He's pushed me off the track, he's ruined my races. Now, it's my turn."

Nico sighed, a look of frustration crossing his face. "That's not the point, Y/N. You're better than that. You don't need to stoop to his level."

Y/N scoffed. "Don't lecture me about sportsmanship, Nico. You and Lewis were the masters of dirty tactics. You pushed each other to the brink, and sometimes, beyond."

Nico's face turned a shade of crimson. "But that's different," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "We were… we were different."

Y/N scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Different how? You were two drivers, fighting for the same goal. And you both crossed lines, just like I did today."

Nico was speechless. He couldn't deny the truth in her words. He and Lewis had engaged in their fair share of ruthless tactics, pushing the boundaries of fair play.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. "You guys did this to each other," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You ruined your friendship, all for the sake of winning. And now, you're judging me for doing the same thing?"

Nico reached out to comfort her, but Y/N pulled away. "Leave me alone," she muttered, wiping away her tears.

She turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing in the fading light. Nico watched her go, a wave of guilt washing over him. He had judged her harshly, forgetting the pain and frustration that had fueled her actions.

As he sat there, alone with his thoughts, he realized that perhaps he and Lewis were not so different after all. They were both victims of the cutthroat world of Formula 1, trapped in a cycle of rivalry and revenge.

time skip

Y/N hesitantly opened her phone, dreading the onslaught of notifications. As she scrolled through her social media feeds, her heart sank. The once celebratory comments had turned into a torrent of hate and vitriol.

Twitter:

"Y/N Rosberg? More like Y/N Reckless! Disgraceful display of sportsmanship. #Shameful"

"Unbelievable! How could she do that to Lewis? She's a disgrace to the sport. #Disappointed"

"Y/N should be banned! That was a dangerous and reckless move. #DangerousDriver"

Instagram:

Comment 1: "What a dirty move! I'm so disappointed in Y/N. She's ruined her reputation."

Comment 2: "Y/N should be ashamed of herself. She's a disgrace to women in motorsport."

Comment 3: "Lewis deserved better. Y/N should be get a penalty for that."

Y/N's eyes scanned the hateful comments, a wave of nausea washing over her. The once-celebrated victory now tasted bitter, tainted by the backlash. She scrolled through more comments, each one more hurtful than the last.

"She's just like her brother. Always causing trouble."

"Another Rosberg ruining the sport."

"She should be ashamed of herself. A disgrace to the sport."

The comments were relentless, each one a stinging rebuke. Y/N felt a lump forming in her throat, tears threatening to spill over. She had never imagined the backlash would be so intense. She had pushed the boundaries, yes, but she had never intended to cause harm.

The weight of the online hate was crushing. She felt isolated, misunderstood, and alone. As she scrolled through the endless stream of negativity, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake.

time skip

The paddock was tense, the air thick with unspoken words. Y/N, her spirit dampened by the online vitriol, moved through the crowd, her gaze fixed on the ground. She spotted Lewis sitting alone at a table, his expression grim.

Taking a deep breath, she approached him, a tentative smile on her face. "Lewis," she began, "I wanted to talk to you about the other day."

Lewis barely acknowledged her presence, his eyes glued to his phone. "What is it, Y/N?" he asked, his tone devoid of warmth.

"I'm sorry about what happened," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to cause any harm."

Lewis raised an eyebrow, a dismissive look in his eyes. "Oh, really? Because that looked pretty intentional to me."

Y/N's heart sank. She had hoped to apologize, to bridge the gap between them, but his coldness was a harsh reality check.

"I was just trying to win," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"At any cost?" Lewis retorted, his voice sharp. "That's not how we do things."

Y/N felt a wave of frustration wash over her. She had tried to reach out, to apologize, but he was determined to hold onto his anger. With a heavy sigh, she turned away, defeated.

Meanwhile, Max, sensing the tension, approached Y/N, his arm draped casually around her shoulder. "Hey, Y/N, you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Don't let those online trolls get to you."

Y/N forced a smile. "I'm fine, Max. Just a bit tired."

"You sure about that?" Max raised an eyebrow. "You look like you could use a hug."

Y/N chuckled, but her eyes betrayed her sadness. "Thanks, Max. I appreciate it."

Max nodded, his gaze shifting to Lewis, who was deep in conversation with Charles Leclerc. "Don't worry about him," Max whispered to Y/N. "He's just being a drama queen."

Y/N smiled weakly, but the pain in her heart persisted. She couldn't understand why Lewis was being so hostile. They had been friends once, hadn't they?

The days that followed were a blur of awkward encounters and tense interactions. Lewis avoided Y/N whenever possible, his cold demeanor a stark contrast to his usual charm. Y/N, meanwhile, struggled to cope with the public backlash and the strain on her friendship with Lewis.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice session, Y/N found herself alone in the team garage. She was lost in thought, her mind replaying the events of the past few days.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted her reverie. "You know, you could try apologizing," Lewis said, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N looked up, surprised. "I already did," she replied, her voice tight.

Lewis shook his head. "No, not like that. Not with that attitude. You need to mean it."

Y/N's eyes widened. "What do you want me to do? Get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness?"

Lewis sighed, his frustration evident. "No, just… just own up to it. Admit that you went too far."

Y/N stared at him for a long moment, then turned away. "I'm not going to apologize for winning," she said, her voice firm. "I did what I had to do."

With that, she walked away, leaving Lewis alone with his thoughts. He knew he had pushed her too far, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she had crossed a line. The tension between them was palpable, a silent battle raging beneath the surface.

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[roscoehamiltons]

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God they’re perfect

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charlesleclerc: Leo x Roscoe

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happy birthday roscoe!🥳

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the meeting that we've all been waiting for 🫶🏻

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1. I dont think Leo and Roscoe will fight though because, Roscoe is a very chill bloke. Leo will just probably think its a chance to show off his running skills.

2. Toto vs Christian, that I would pay to watch. Winner gets Max on their team for the next season. 😂😂😂

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Please write about Lewis little daughter being in the paddock and playing with Roscoe and Leo, its so adorable. Make it fluff💖💖

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

Puppy love

The sun was shining brightly over Silverstone as the anticipation of the home Grand Prix filled the air. Fans adorned in Mercedes and Ferrari colors flooded the paddock, but one person stood out among them: Lewis Hamilton. With a big grin on his face, he was excited for a weekend filled with racing, but what made it even more special was that his two-year-old daughter, Yn, was here for the first time.

As he walked through the paddock, he held her small hand tightly, her big eyes sparkling with wonder as they took in the vibrant atmosphere. “Look at all the cars, sweetheart!” Lewis said, pointing to the sleek Mercedes machines gleaming under the sun. “This is where Daddy works.”

Yn looked up at him, her curly hair bouncing as she turned her head to follow his gaze. “Cars, Daddy!” she exclaimed, clapping her little hands together.

“Exactly! And we’re going to have so much fun,” he replied, kneeling down to her level. “But first, I have to talk to some people. Are you ready to meet some friends?”

“Friends!” Yn shouted, her excitement infectious.

Lewis chuckled as he spotted a familiar figure approaching: Charles Leclerc, with his signature smile and a playful demeanor. “Charlie!” Lewis called out, waving him over.

“Hey, Lewis! Is this your little princess?” Charles knelt down as he approached, his eyes twinkling at Yn. “Hello there, Yn! I’m Charles.”

“ChaCha!” Yn giggled, her tiny fingers reaching out to touch Charles’s Ferrari cap.

Just then, Roscoe, Lewis’s loyal bulldog, padded over, wagging his tail. “And there we have Roscoe. That's our dog, remember,” Lewis said, watching as Roscoe sniffed at Yn’s shoes.

“Rosco!” Yn squealed, bending down to pet him. The dog responded with a gentle nudge of his nose against her hand.

“Let’s give them some space to play. Leo is playing in the grass as well,” Charles suggested. “I can see we two have media duties to attend to.”

“Yeah, but I’m going to have someone keep an eye on her,” Lewis said, glancing around before spotting a Mercedes team member, Claire, who was nearby. “Claire! Can you watch Yn while Charles and I handle this?”

“Of course, Lewis! Come here, Yn!” Claire beckoned, and Yn waddled over, a bit shy but excited at the prospect of new adventures.

As Lewis and Charles headed toward the media area, Yn settled down on the grass with Roscoe beside her. “Leo? Leo!” she said, pointing to the other side of the paddock, where Charles’s dog, Leo, was playing.

Claire smiled as she watched Yn crawl toward Leo, who was bounding through the grass, barking playfully. “Look at Leo go!” Claire encouraged, laughing as Yn giggled in response.

“Run, Leo! Run!” Yn squealed, her eyes lighting up as Leo raced in circles, his fur shimmering in the sunlight.

“Be careful, sweetheart! Stay with Roscoe,” Claire called gently, watching as Roscoe walked protectively beside Yn, his presence calming and warm.

Yn giggled and tried to chase after Leo, her little legs moving as fast as they could. “Leo! Wait!” she shouted, laughing as Leo turned and barked playfully, as if teasing her to catch up.

Meanwhile, back at the media area, Lewis and Charles sat in front of the cameras, but both men’s attention drifted to the grassy patch where Yn played. “Look at them,” Charles said, nodding toward the sight of Yn laughing and Leo barking. “She looks so happy.”

Lewis grinned, his heart swelling with pride. “She’s having the time of her life. I can’t believe this is her first time here,” he said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

The media representatives asked their questions, but Lewis’s mind was half-focused on Yn’s joyous laughter. “So, Lewis, how do you feel about racing at your home GP?” one reporter prompted.

“It’s always special, but today is different. I have my daughter here for the first time. It makes everything more meaningful,” he replied, unable to hide his smile.

As they finished the media obligations, Lewis caught a glimpse of Yn tackling Leo, trying to catch him as he zoomed past her. “You think she’ll be a racer someday?” Charles teased, nudging Lewis.

“Definitely. Just look at her!” Lewis laughed, shaking his head as they finished up and made their way back to the grass.

When they returned, they found Yn sprawled on the grass, with Roscoe napping beside her and Leo running in circles, barking excitedly. “Look who’s back!” Claire called out, waving to them.

“Yn, look! Daddy’s here!” Lewis shouted, and her head shot up, a bright smile lighting her face.

“Daddy!” she squealed, scrambling to her feet. She ran toward him, her arms outstretched. Lewis scooped her up, spinning her around as she giggled uncontrollably.

“Did you have fun, my little racer?” he asked, kissing her cheek.

“Fun, Daddy! Rosco and Leo!” she replied, pointing at the dogs. Roscoe rolled over, showing his belly, while Leo bounded over to join the group.

“Roscoe’s such a good boy,” Charles said, kneeling to give the bulldog some attention. “And Leo, you little rascal, you’ve been keeping up with her, huh?”

“Woof!” Leo seemed to respond, jumping around Charles, trying to steal the spotlight.

“Looks like they love her,” Lewis said, watching the scene with joy. “I couldn’t have asked for a better first day in the paddock for her.”

Yn clapped her hands, delighted by the attention from the dogs. “More, Leo! More!” she shouted, and Leo raced off again, inviting her to chase him.

“Come on, let’s play!” Lewis encouraged, setting her down gently. Yn took off after Leo, her laughter echoing in the paddock, while Roscoe trotted beside her, always keeping a watchful eye.

As they played, Lewis and Charles exchanged amused glances, both feeling a warmth in their hearts.

“I can’t believe how much joy she brings to everyone,” Charles said, his eyes softening. “You’re doing an amazing job, Lewis.”

“Thanks, mate,” Lewis replied, watching Yn tumble on the grass, her face lighting up with pure joy. “She’s my world. I just want her to be happy.”

“Let’s make sure she has the best weekend,” Charles said, throwing his arm around Lewis’s shoulder. “After all, it’s not just about the racing today. It’s about family.”

With a shared smile, the two men turned their attention back to the playful scene before them, a perfect mix of laughter, love, and the thrill of the sport they adored. In that moment, as the sun shone over Silverstone and Yn chased Leo, it was clear that this was just the beginning of many more beautiful memories to come.

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