Late Night Ice Cream Kimi Raikkonen X Reader

Late night ice cream— Kimi Raikkonen x reader

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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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brocedes + 24?

Between Always and Never [Lewis/Nico]

So this turned out way longer than a drabble! Hope you enjoy. 

It’s raining in São Paulo, the tail end of the hurricane, calmer than it’s been for days but still treacherous out there. Bad enough that they shouldn’t have raced? That’s the vague murmuring that’s been going around, now, but the FIA hadn’t thought so at the time and neither had Lewis.

But when you’re the race winner it’s only natural to think that way – even if it meant, well, this, he thinks, as the car crawls through the battered streets. He had watched it on the news in his hotel room the night before, the uprooted trees and upended cars, roofs peeled back from houses, kids toys muddy and floating in the gutter, never to be reunited with their owners again.

It makes him remember how fragile it all is, life.

And it’s not that he needs a reminder, really, so he catches himself before he starts to go down that road – wondering about what if’s. Fuck what if, Nico is fine. Toto had spent a long time reassuring Lewis of this, practically pushing him into the room where the post-race press conference was to be held even as Lewis was on the verge of telling him to go fuck himself, because the only thing that was going to assure him of the fact was seeing Nico himself.

Even if Nico didn’t want to see him.

“Your teammate crashed out on lap 26,” the reporter had said, “that leaves you now poised to clinch the title, with the points gap the way it is. How confident do you feel?”

He had looked at her with barely concealed loathing; this is not how he wants it to be, and definitely not at the expense of Nico being hurt (even if he isn’t hurt, according to Toto, and the trip to hospital is nothing more than a precaution).

Nico is of course, fine.

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Leading Man (Lewis/Nico)

For the lovely @garynevilles, thanks for being so great and cheering me up when I’ve been stressed and sad lately. This is kinda trashy but I hope you enjoy it. :)

Nico goes to see it, eventually.

It’s already been out for a couple of months, and when Vivian had asked if he wanted to go to the cinema in Monaco he’d declined.

But now he’s by himself in Hockenheim, having done some punditry for German TV, and he’s at a loose end. It was on a whim really, he’d been walking past the cinema and there it was, the poster on the wall outside, Lewis’ face, serious and intense staring out at him. 

So, why not?  

It’s the first of his films that Nico has seen, and although he’ll deny it if anyone asks, he has consciously avoided all the others.

It felt too weird somehow, the idea of watching Lewis pretend to be someone else, a reminder of how different everything is now.

It’s five years since Nico retired, six since Lewis did. For all Lewis’ murmurings about not wanting anything to do with the sport once he was no longer driving, Nico had never anticipated how final it would all be.

So while Nico was still part of that world and always wanted to be, Lewis had taken off to Los Angeles, and Nico expected there to be albums and videos and number ones, but instead there was this.

He’d started off in bit parts, blink and you’ll miss it roles, but he had friends everywhere and getting a break wasn’t that hard - and more than anything it seemed he was actually good.

This was his first leading role though, the one that had made people take notice, and Nico…Nico had avoided it.

It hurts, seeing Lewis on the screen and barely recognising him. They’ve been growing apart for years, fragmenting, but the ache of becoming strangers is heartbreaking after so many years having so much to do with each other, so many years of stolen kisses and comfort and love.

Nico watches as tears fall from Lewis’ eyes on the screen, he’s playing a heroin addict who falls in love with a nurse - handsome, rugged looking Ryan Reynolds. They kiss and then Ryan walks out, leaving Lewis alone. The end credits roll. The buzz is he might even get an Oscar.

It’s raining when Nico leaves the cinema, the streets quiet, a low rumble of traffic. He thinks back to the day before, standing up on the podium handing the winner’s trophy to Mick Schumacher. It had felt strange being back up there, conducting the interviews, looking down at the crowd and remembering. He kept looking around, looking for Lewis.

He reaches a decision, on the flight back to Monaco.

*

It isn’t difficult to find out Lewis’ filming schedule. He’s in Prague, working on a spy thriller. Nico decides to drive there, through miles of sweeping countryside, up through Italy and Austria..

His hair has grown longer again and the breeze blows it across his face as he steers the Pagoda through the winding hillside towns of the Tyrol. He feels good, free, and everything in his life is as he wants it, all except that one missing part.

He decides to stay overnight just outside Innsbruck and finish the journey in the morning, checking into a quaint little chocolate box hotel with a roaring fire even though it’s summer, and goats outside his bedroom window. He calls Vivian, chats on the phone with Alaïa for a few minutes; she tells him about her Italian homework and asks him to invite Lewis to come and visit soon.

“I promise I’ll try,” he says.

It feels awkward though when he eventually reaches his destination, loitering outside the set, which is just on the edge of the Stare Mesto, next to a group of young female fans, and he wonders if maybe he should have called first.

Eventually, Lewis and a couple of his co stars walk out from behind the barriers. Nico watches almost shyly as he signs autographs and poses for selfies, and he almost shivers at the feeling he gets when Lewis spots him and breaks into a smile.

*

“You should have said you were going to be here, man,” Lewis says; they’re sitting at a bar by the river, sun slowly fading, the gothic statues on the bridge casting demonic shadows over the water.

“I guess I wanted to surprise you. I saw your movie.”

“You did? What did you think?”

“You were great, World Champion and Best Actor in no time I think.”

“I doubt it, but thanks,” Lewis laughs.

“It’s going well then, you’ve no thoughts of moving back to Monaco?”

“Nah, too much to do with racing there, it feels weird now.”

“Yeah, everything does really, doesn’t it? It feels weird there without you.” Nico says, glancing at his former teammate and then away into the depths of the flowing river. “And Alaïa misses her Uncle Lewis. I miss you,” Nico says carefully.

“She must be what, thirteen now?” Lewis wonders, it doesn’t seem possible that all that time has gone by.

“Almost, yeah. Remember us at that age?”

“I do. I remember not being able to figure you out,” Lewis says, taking a sip of his beer. “I didn’t know what you were doing hanging out with me instead of all your fancy Monaco friends.”

“First major crush,” Nico smiles. “I thought it would never amount to anything.”

“Do you wish it hadn’t?”

“No. No, never,” he frowns. “I don’t regret us, I…I’d never change it.”

“No. I wouldn’t, either. I miss you too, Nico.” Lewis says, reaching for his hand over the table.

“Will you do something for me, just…be less of a stranger, yeah. Even if you don’t come to Monaco. I still need you.”

“You’ve got me,” Lewis says, his fingers stroking softly over the back of Nico’s hand. “You’ve always got me.”

“I know what you mean, about racing that is,” Nico says abruptly, because it has been playing on his mind a lot lately. “Sometimes I hate it, being part of it but not properly, like I’m trying to hold on to it, to us. I’m not like you, Lewis, I don’t have all these other things in my life. I still need it, it’s the only world I know.”

“You have things I don’t, though. Three kids, Nico, the life you have with Vivian, that’s something to be proud of.”

“I know, and I am,” he pauses. “you know I always thought you’d get married.”

“Maybe I will. I just haven’t found the right person yet,” Lewis says in monotone, making quotation marks in the air, the stock answer for reporters.

They both smile. “Yeah, maybe that’s it,” Nico says, wistfully. He still feels the bond between them - it’s not as strong as it used to be, but there’s less fire now, less anger, it’s only the good things that remain.

“I am happy, Nico.” Lewis whispers, intertwining their fingers, “It’s just a different kind of happiness now, a different life.”

“I still think of you everyday,” Nico says, and he hadn’t meant to, hadn’t planned to come here and pour his heart out, but there’s no reason to conceal it now; he’s at peace with himself, and more than ever he just wants Lewis to know.

“It’s the same for me, Nico, of course it is. But I think, I needed to get away from you for a while, it’s like…being with you reminded me of racing and being around Formula One reminded me of you…just too many things. That’s why, I had to come to terms with not driving anymore, and the best way was to be as far from you as possible. It wasn’t personal, it was just…time. It’s not forever.”

Lewis leans his head against Nico’s shoulder then, their thighs brushing together. Nico thinks of when they were boys, all the dreams they had. It’s incredible, the journey they’ve been on together, amazing what is between them still, even after all this time. It has changed, but the core is still the same, and Nico knows that what exists between them will never die, he just needed reminding.

“Nico…” Lewis says, after a long moment of silence.

“Yeah.”

“You’re a much better kisser than Ryan Reynolds you know.”

Nico laughs, burying his face against Lewis’ shoulder for a moment, before risking a quick kiss to his cheek.

They sit there talking until the stars come out, until the bar has closed and the tourists have dispersed. They sit there holding hands, just like they always used to.  

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.

Game of Formula

Lewis and Nico as Targaryens

(u can read more here https://archiveofourown.org/works/33636043/chapters/83585332)

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.

if you want to read about lewis joining a new team...of horse people 😂