A Good Load To Carry | Chapter 1

a good load to carry | chapter 1

Lewis Hamilton has just been signed to the prestigious Eiffel International Academy, affectionately known as FIA, as an equestrian champion in the making. His coach forces him into dressage lessons to improve his riding, and his teacher turns out to be none other than dressage prodigy Nico Rosberg.

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Late night ice cream— Kimi Raikkonen x reader

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Word count 980

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For a few weeks now you’ve suspected that your husband and daughter had been sneaking out In the middle of the night and getting ice cream. Now you didn’t have any proof of this so you just had to get said proof. Laying in bed you pretended to be asleep. It wasn't long before you felt Kimi get out of bed and lightly placed a kiss on your forehead and left the room.

Once you knew Kimi was out of the room you opened your eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It was 12am, rolling your eyes, you got out of bed and headed for the living room where you heard the sounds of your daughter quietly giggling and Kimi’s hushed shush.

“You gotta be quiet baby Mommy’s still sleeping” Kimi said as he tied her shoes.

“Ok papa,” your daughter says.

“And just what do the two of you think you’re going to do?” You asked about making your presence known.

They both looked shocked that you'd interrupted their late night treat. "Oh, nothing, we thought we might just go for an impromptu stroll." Kimi replied. "A stroll? It's after midnight!"

Kimi's daughter, "Papa promised me we'd go get ice cream." She looked up at her father with pleading eyes.

“You know how much she loves ice cream. It's not going to hurt anybody.” Kimi said, trying to defend himself.

"How often has this been going on? You two sneaking behind my back, leaving me in bed all alone while you two go and have fun?" You ask.

your daughter laughs, "It's all my fault, I asked Papa to take me and we didn't want to wake you up."

"Sweetheart-" Kimi begins.

"No, it's okay, I've been suspecting for a while you two have been sneaking out. I just never had the proof until now. You'd think you could keep a secret." you say

Kimi smiles and ruffles his daughter's hair, "You're not mad at us are you Mama?"

In spite of yourself, you can't help but smile, "Of course not. I'd be lying if I didn't say I didn't want some ice cream too," you say.

Your daughter's face lights up and she runs to you, throwing her arms around your waist, "Really?"

"Of course sweetie. As long as we all come back to bed after." you reply jokingly.

"Okay." your daughter says. Kimi chuckles. "And no more going out in the middle of the night okay."

Your daughter nods her head, "Of course. we promise." She glances up at her father who is smiling down at her.

"Well, what're we waiting for, let's go." Kimi said, grabbing his daughter’s hand.

Just before they get to the door, Kimi pauses and turns back to you, “You coming too, honey?”

You can’t help but smile at your husband and daughter's adorable expressions of anticipation, you know you wouldn't be able to sleep anyways. "Yeah, I'm coming." You laugh.

Kimi and your daughter cheer at your decision to join them on their little late night ice cream adventure. Together the three of you head out into a cool, late-night breeze, your daughter's hand tightly clasped in Kimi's and yours in the other.As you step out of the house, a quiet calm settles over you, the night air cool on your skin. As the three of you stroll along the sidewalks, Kimi and your daughter seem lost in a world of their own. But you're content just the way things are at that moment. You see your daughter happily swinging her free hand as she walks, a smile spreading across her cute face as she talks and laughs with her father. And you catch Kimi glancing over at you.

He smiles when your gaze meets his and for just a moment a small flutter of butterflies dance in your stomach. Your heart does a little hop as it realizes that despite the time, despite the fact you're all supposed to be sleeping, this is the perfect moment. Soon you arrive at the small ice cream place down the road from your house. As you step inside, the sweet smell of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry fills the room. Your daughter is the first to find a table, taking a seat right by the window.

Kimi and yourself sit next to your daughter, and the waitress comes over to take your order. Your daughter eagerly tells her she wants a strawberry sundae. Kimi orders a vanilla ice cream cone with chocolate sprinkles. You order mint chocolate chip ice cream. The waitress smiles at your daughter's adorable enthusiasm and quickly jots down the orders. The waitress heads to the back to make your order and as soon as she's out of sight, Kimi leans in and whispers, "I thought you'd be asleep."

"I'd rather be out with you having ice cream than lying in bed all alone." you say, leaning forward and giving your husband a quick kiss on the lips.

Kimi smiles back as he reaches for your hand, squeezing it tightly. "I know what you mean," he says, a small smirk spreading across his face.

Before you can say anything else, the waitress returns with your daughter's strawberry sundae and Kimi's vanilla cone, topped with chocolate sprinkles and your mint chocolate chip.

“We should do this more often,” you replied.

"I second that." Kimi says, taking a bite of his ice cream cone. Your daughter takes her first bite of her sundae and smiles at you, "This is the best ice cream ever!" She says. And it is At that moment, with the three of you eating your ice cream, enjoying one another's company, quietly laughing at your daughter's cute antics, you forget all about how you suspected them of sneaking off to get ice cream and instead realize, this moment, this was truly worth getting out of bed for.

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Bloody Freezing - Intimate Moments

Description: Lewis catches an intimate moment between Sebastian and Dan and begins to question his own relationship with Nico. Word Count: 2464 Pairing: Sebastian/Daniel, Lewis/Nico

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Curled against Dan’s side, Sebastian let his eyes flutter shut as he listened to the constant and calming beat of the brunette’s heart beneath his ear. They were a tangle of limbs, mouths turned in upright, satisfied smiles. One of Seb’s arms was tucked tightly around Dan’s waist, holding him close. The other ghosted over Dan’s arm, the skin cold to his touch, “You’re freezing Dan…” He murmured softly, peeling his eyes open as he peered up at the Australian.

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Summary: The new rookie slowly becomes the on grid child of the Iceman.

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As the newest and youngest member of the Formula 1 grid, I, Y/N, stood beside my race car, inhaling the mixed scents of burnt rubber and high-octane fuel. The roar of the engines filled the air with palpable anticipation.

I glanced around, absorbing the vibrant spectacle, the excited chatter of fans blending with the mechanical symphony of the pit lane. Yet, amidst all the noise and excitement, there lingered a silence in my heart—a void left by a father who walked away from our family when I was just a child.

Growing up, it was just my mom and me. She was my rock, cheering me on from karting races to junior championships. Despite her unending support, there was always a part of me that felt incomplete. I had a father, but I never really had a dad.

It was during my first official test as an F1 driver that I met Kimi Raikkonen. Known as the 'Iceman' for his cool demeanor on track, Kimi was a veteran of the sport, admired by many for his straightforward attitude and racing prowess. As I struggled with the complexities of handling my F1 car, Kimi noticed me.

"Remember, it's all about balance and knowing your limits," he advised one afternoon as he watched me analyze some telemetry data that looked more like a cryptic puzzle.

I nodded, feeling somewhat star-struck. "Thanks, Kimi. It's just a lot to take in all at once."

"You’ll get there. It takes time," he replied, his voice carrying a calming assurance.

After that initial moment of guidance at my first test session, Kimi’s role in my life began to deepen progressively. It wasn’t just about racing anymore; it was about finding a connection that spanned beyond the track.

Over the next few races, Kimi became a mentor and a friend. His advice was always practical, his presence reassuring. Somehow, he began to fill a gap I hadn't realized was so profound.

As the season progressed, Kimi taught me about resilience, about facing the media, and handling the pressures that came with the sport. His family occasionally visited the races, and I saw the loving father he was to his own children. It was in those moments I felt both a sense of warmth and a twinge of envy.

One evening, after a particularly grueling race in Monaco where I had spun out, Kimi found me sitting alone by the paddock, my head in my hands.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked, sitting beside me.

"It's just... sometimes I wonder if I’m cut out for this," I confessed. "I miss having someone to look up to. Someone who's there, you know?"

Kimi looked out into the distance before speaking. "I may not know all about your personal life, but on this track, you're never really alone. We’re a team. And if you ever need a bit of that... fatherly advice, I’m here."

His words were a salve to my bruised confidence.

A pivotal moment came mid-season during a particularly challenging weekend at the British Grand Prix. The weather was unpredictable, and so was my confidence in handling the car under such variable conditions. After a disheartening practice session, Kimi invited me to debrief over coffee, away from the bustling energy of the team garages.

As we sat down in the quiet of the motorhome, Kimi shared stories from his early days—mistakes he'd made and lessons he’d learned. "It's not just about fighting the car," he explained, "but cooperating with it, understanding it like a dance partner." His anecdotes were not only instructive but also peppered with his dry humor, making the lessons stick in a way that technical debriefs often didn't.

As the season progressed, our mentor-mentee relationship started to feel more like a friendship. Kimi invited me to join him and his family for dinner during a race weekend in Monaco. Sitting with his family, sharing laughs, and stories, I felt an inclusion that went beyond my expectations. His wife was warm and welcoming, treating me like a guest of honor, while his children eyed me with curiosity and shy smiles.

Our bond continued to strengthen as we faced various challenges together. During one stressful race in Singapore, where the heat and humidity tested every driver’s endurance, Kimi and I found ourselves fighting for podium positions. Post-race, exhausted yet exhilarated, we shared a long cooldown lap, discussing our individual races and the intense final laps.

“I saw you holding off Carlos behind you,” Kimi said, a note of respect in his voice. “You’re getting stronger every race.”

Hearing such words from Kimi wasn’t just a compliment; it was a form of validation from someone who had seen it all in the world of Formula 1.

Seasons changed, and my career in F1 began to flourish. With Kimi’s guidance, I improved not just my driving, but my understanding of the technical aspects of racing. His presence at critical moments of decision-making became something I relied on more than I had expected.

His mentoring had transcended the cockpit of a race car. Kimi had become a steadfast part of my life—a constant in a world marked by speed and change. Our bond, forged in the fast lanes, was built to last a lifetime, proving that sometimes, family finds you in the most unexpected places.

It was during a pre-race event that a journalist unexpectedly asked about my family. "I understand your father isn’t in the picture. How has that influenced you?"

I paused, looking over at Kimi who was signing autographs nearby, laughing with a young fan. Turning back to the journalist, I smiled.

"I grew up without a dad, that’s true. But I’ve found guidance, strength, and a bit of family right here in the paddock. Kimi’s been a great mentor and a father figure to me."

The racing season was nearing its end, and rumors about Kimi Raikkonen's retirement had been swirling in the paddock for weeks. However, nothing could have prepared me for the moment he confirmed it. We were in the team's motorhome when he gently broke the news to me personally.

"I think it's time for me to step back," Kimi said, his voice steady but his eyes revealing a hint of sadness. "Spend more time with my family, you know?"

I nodded mechanically, trying to process the information, but a storm of emotions was brewing inside me. As he continued to explain his decision, a sense of abandonment enveloped me, growing stronger and darker. It was as if history was repeating itself; just when I thought I had found a figure of stability and support, he was leaving.

"Kimi, you can’t leave," I blurted out, the words laced with a mix of desperation and anger. "You’re just like him—just like my father. You're walking away when I need you most!"

Kimi looked taken aback, his face softening. "Y/N, come here," he said, motioning for me to sit beside him. Hesitantly, I moved closer, trying to hold back tears that were threatening to spill.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Listen, I know this might feel like I’m abandoning you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I'm not leaving your life—I’m just leaving the grid."

The dam broke, and tears streamed down my face. "It just feels like everyone I depend on leaves eventually," I confessed, the pain of past and present mingling together.

Kimi wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a reassuring hug. "Y/N, I’m not your father. I won’t just disappear. I promised to be there for you, and I intend to keep that promise. You’re part of my family now, and that doesn’t end with retirement. You'll always have a place with us, at our table, in our home. Anytime."

His words, genuine and firm, slowly seeped into my heart, easing the ache with the warmth of his assurance. "You mean that?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I do," he confirmed with a nod. "And hey, I'll be around. I’ll come to races when I can. And you’ll always be able to call me, anytime you need—about racing, or about life. Anything.”

As Kimi’s retirement neared, our interactions became tinged with a sense of urgency, each moment feeling more significant. One late afternoon in Italy, Kimi and I took a walk around the track, discussing life beyond racing.

“What worries you about all this ending?” I asked, curious about his thoughts on leaving the world he’d known for so long.

“It’s a big change, sure,” he admitted. “But life’s about phases. You end one chapter and start another. And remember, leaving F1 doesn’t mean disappearing. We’re family now, Y/N. That doesn’t end with retirement.”

His words were comforting, especially as I grappled with my own fears of abandonment. Seeing how he approached his transition with a mix of realism and optimism helped me understand that endings were also beginnings.

As we continued walking, the setting sun cast long shadows on the track, and Kimi stopped to look out over the circuit. “Every turn on this track has a story,” he mused. “Just like every phase in life. Make sure you live them fully, no matter the challenge.”

The conversation lightened my heart and cemented a new kind of bond between us. Kimi’s retirement race came, As Kimi drove his final lap, the crowds cheers felt like a celebration of more than just his career. It was a tribute to the enduring nature of chosen family, to the unbreakable ties that we had formed.

I felt a surge of gratitude. I might have lost a father early in life, but in this world of high speeds and fierce competition, I had gained something invaluable—a family on the track and a father figure who taught me more than just how to drive.

As the fireworks painted the sky, I realized that family isn't always defined by blood, but by the bonds we create and the promises we keep. Kimi had shown me that no matter the distance, those bonds can withstand more than we sometimes believe possible.

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Fic: Study [Brocedes; Lewis/Nico]

Written for my darling @nicosrosbergs who had a tough Spanish oral exam today and blazed it, enjoy Lisbeth, my babu! Priest Lewis is coming soon Nico regretted his decision to tell Mr Wolff that he’d tutor one of his fellow classmates in English, especially when Lewis Hamilton, of all people, turned up at his house wearing mirrored sunglasses, ripped jeans and a wide grin. “Hello, partner,” Lewis says, smiling widely at Nico. “Nice place you’ve got here,” Nico resists the urge to roll his eyes, he’s heard all about Lewis - about his reputation as a young man who would rather smoke around the back of the bike sheds, that he’s slept with half of the year, that he got a tattoo when he was sixteen and that once Vivian Sibold, one of the most popular girls in school, gave him a blowjob in the art cupboard. He seems to look the part in a tight black t-shirt, ripped jeans and the most horrendous neon green trainers that Nico has seen. “You better come in, did you bring King Lear with you?” He asks, stepping to one side to allow Lewis to step through the door. Lewis removes the neon green trousers, whistling as he glances around the house with wide eyes. “You weren’t kidding when you said your dad was loaded,” Nico doesn’t answer. “Come on, we can go to my room and study, I left all my work materials up there,” He says, moving towards the stairs. He feels Lewis’s gaze on his ass as the older boy follows him up the stairs, the chain around his neck rattling as he shuffles. They finally reach Nico’s bedroom and Nico busies himself, clearing away the engineering and advanced mathematics textbooks from his desk. “Looks complicated,” Lewis’s voice dances through the air, his hand brushing over Nico’s for a moment as he glances down at the books in Nico’s hands. “Advanced Mathematics, you really are a genius aren’t you?” Nico feels the blush fall over his cheeks as he snatches his books away. “I’m not a genius, I just really like Mathematics,” “This is university standard stuff, Nico,” Lewis says, glancing at the books. “I hope your English is as good as this,” Nico places the books to one side and skims over the pile to find his dog-earred copy of King Lear. “I’m okay at English,” He says, hoping Lewis wouldn’t see the other English textbooks piled up. * “I’m rubbish at this,” Lewis throws down his pen in frustration, his head falling on top of his workbook. “Why do we have to learn this shit?” “This is not shit, this is Shakespeare,” Nico replies, resisting the urge to curse in German at Lewis. He gazes over the older boy, over the curve of ink just visible underneath his school shirt. “All you need to know is that the key theme of the play is madness, the gradual descent into madness-” “I’m descending into madness,” Lewis says, lifting his head slightly and rubbing a hand through his hair. “Are you even taking this seriously?” Nico asks, frustrated. “Look, if you don’t want to be here then you can go, I’m not tutoring someone who doesn’t want to be here, who doesn’t take this seriously-” He snaps, pulling off his glasses and pinching his nose. “I am taking it seriously,” Lewis replies, his brown eyes locked on Nico. “English isn’t easy for me,” “It isn’t easier for me either, I’m German. I just need you to take this seriously,” “I will, I want to do better at this, I want to do better at this, i know I act like an idiot and I shag the entire school but I want to do well in life,” He worries his lip. “I’m sorry that you got stuck with me but - I can’t help that,” Nico doesn’t say anything as his eyes remain locked on the older boy. Lewis pulls the textbook closer to him again, his eyes ghosting over the text. Nico watches him for a few moments before he sighs heavily. “Lets take a break,” “I’m halfway through this scene though-” Lewis says, eyes still on the page. Nico leans over and closes the book, his eyes trained on Lewis. “We need to take breaks now and then, it’s important to refresh your brain. Do you want a drink?” Lewis glances at Nico with wide eyes. “You’re taking a break?” “Do you want tea, coffee, juice, Coke?” Nico says, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Coke, please,” Lewis says, smiling. Nico tries not to look at the tiny gap in between his two front teeth, how beautiful Lewis’s smile is. * Lewis is sitting on Nico’s bed, glancing at the photos on the wall when Nico walks back into the room with two cans of Coke. “What are you doing-” “You look different on that one,” Lewis says, pointing to one in which Nico has longer hair, curling around his ears. “You look better now,” Nico feels his cheeks heat up at Lewis’s words. “Thanks, I guess?” He sits on the bed besides Lewis, handing him the can of Coke. Lewis’s fingers linger a little longer on Nico’s than he’s used to and he snatches them away, blushing, before he busies himself cleaning his glasses on his school shirt. “You look better without them,” Lewis says, absent-mindedly. “What?” Nico says, confused. “Your glasses, you look better without them on,” Lewis whispers, a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, I kinda need them to see,” Nico fires back as he slides his glasses back on, looking down at his feet. “Can’t take them off for the sake of things,” Lewis hums. “You’re really good looking, you know that?” His eyes burn into Nico’s. “All my friends at school want to get in your pants and I don’t just mean the girls,” “Lewis, I don’t want to talk about this-” Nico begins. “Have you kissed anyone, Nico?” Lewis asks, his voice low. Nico feels his face turn beetroot red. “I don’t have the time, I’m studying alot for exams and I just-” “Do you want to kiss anyone?” Lewis asks, moving closer. Nico can see the freckles on the bridge of Lewis’s nose and the gold flecks in his eyes. His pale pink tongue ghosts out to trace over his lips. “Anyone at all?” “Lewis, I-” Nico begins but stops as Lewis’s hand moves to cup at his cheek, his eyes searching for an answer, asking for permission. Nico remains silent as Lewis moves in, his lips closing over Nico’s - it’s slow, gentle, nothing like Nico imagined as the warmth curls over his chest. Lewis’s lips are warm against his own, his hand closing around Nico’s waist as he moans into the kiss. Nico kisses back, enjoying the warmth curling over him, over his lips, Lewis’s soft moans ghosting against his ear. However, Lewis’s hand moves down his body, traces over the growing bulge in his school trousers and Nico shoves him away, pink-cheeked, gasping for breath. “Nico-” Lewis begins through swollen lips. “Nico, I’m sorry-” “I think you should go,” Nico says, pulling himself from the bed, ignoring his bulge as he straightens out his school shirt. “Lewis, just go-” “But the studying-” “I can’t do this,” Nico says, shaking his head as he moves away from the bed, picking up Lewis’s copy of King Lear. He presses it into Lewis’s hands quickly, not looking at the older boy. “Lewis, I need you to go-” Lewis leaves shortly after that, Nico collapses in his bed, thinking about Lewis’s lips against his own. He picks up one of the engineering textbooks and tries to focus on the equations before him, but his thoughts are drawn to dark brown eyes and chocolate skin, to how Lewis’s lips parted around his name. He pushes the book to one side and sighs heavily, his thoughts still on Lewis.

Master list part three L-Z

Lando Norris

Werewolf!Lando

playful pup

Big wins

Never a dull moment

werewolf!Lando HC

Lando Norris

baby giggles dad Lando

Uncle Lando

Tension in the work place

part two

why are you laughing

Vampire!lando

It’s okay to cry

Perfection—plus size reader

No self control

Who did this to you

Christmas overload

Hermes Lando part one

Hermes!lando part two

hot n cold

Lando smut

max verstappen

Werewolf!Max

I’m sorry

Werewolf!max

werewolf!Lestappen

Max Reg Fics

Mini me

jealousy

Secrets out

Forbidden love part one

forbidden love part two

The game part two

I’ll never leave again Bodyguard max

Summer in paradise

My nightmare of a cat

Hades!Max x daughter series

part one

part two

part three

part four

make the calls - ghost face Max

hades max x Persephone reader

All mine

spa the race track ft checo Perez

Lydia Verstappen princess of the paddock series part one (has it’s own master list now)

In it for the money

new addition

Pierre Gasly

Mortal enemies part one

part two

Part three

part four

second chance Is my fish depressed

Ocean blue

Comfort zone

Complicated feelings

pato o’ward

cheesy pick lines

Safe space