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the eras - masterlist

Twenty two stories inspired by the lyrics from all Taylor Swift albums.

drivers: mv1, dr3, ln4, sv5, pg10, fa14, cl16, aa23, eo31, lh44, ms47, cs55, gr63, op81.

note/warnings: english is not my native language, so there will probably be some spellings mistakes, even though i will try to have as least as possible. Also, you can request from any of drivers above with whatever songs you want that has not been asigned to a driver, if the song is followed by three dots then you can leave a request for that song. Please read the specific warnings for each story as there will probably be some angst and some topics you may not be comfortable reading :)

PS: I will also be posting other stories and social media Au's and if you want to request for any other song for taylor or any type of Au/imagine freely do so. :)

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Teardrops on my Guitar | pg10

They had been friends for years, her always yearning for him to look at her like she did just once but he never did and she wishes that the girl he loves can adore him like she does.

Tim Mcgraw | ...

"And i was right there beside him all summer long. And then the time i woke up to find that summer gone"

Superstar | ms47 (2.4k words)

Where two young kids fall in love but the world one of them is involved in seems to be against their happiness.

The Way I Loved You | ... & ...

"And he says, you look beautiful tonight, and I feel perfectly fine. But i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain"

Enchanted | cs55

At one of those fancy parties they met, those where she had to be introduced to everybody with a shaking hand or a nod. But she left with a tingling sensation and the need to know more about him.

Back to December | dr3 (soon to be made a series)

She knew that if she could go back in time she would re do everything a do it right this time. But she can't and now she only has those memories left.

Begin Again | pg10 (2.0k words)

All the love she ever knew was one that hurted and burned but at a Parisian coffe shop on a wednesday she realized that maybe that was not all that love had to offer.

Stay, Stay, Stay | mv1 (requested)

"Before you, I'd only dated self-indulgent takers, who took all of their problems out on me, but ypu carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing"

You Are in Love | ln4

Best friends, that's what they called each other, even with the dances and pictures in offices they still called each other that. But a drunk call on a late night might change everything.

Wildest Dreams | sv5 (requested)

"You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down. Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories. Follow you around"

How You Get The Girl | ln4 (requested)

After months of back and forths and unofficial relationships he finds himself infront of her house completely soaked but with the intention to work things out

Style | ...

"And when we go crushing down, we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of time"

New Years Day | lh44 (requested)

"Don't read the last page, but I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day"

Gorgeous | ms47

He can't quite understand what he's done to her as she seems to despise him so much, if he only knew the reason why.

I Think He Knows | ln4 (requested)

"Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh We can follow the sparks, I'll drive. So where we gonna go? I whisper in the dark. Where we gonna go? I think he knows"

Cornelia Street | lh44 (requested)

"Windows swung right open, autumn air Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours We bless the rains on Cornelia Street Memorize the creaks in the floor"

The Lakes | sv5

When the world seems to haunt them they find themselves looking for each other on the toughest times

Mirrorball | mv1

Where he tries to do everything to please everybody but when he's with her he can be his true self.

Gold Rush | cl16

Her mind can't understand why everybody is so infatuated by the Charles Leclerc until she finds her heart fluttering when he's around and can not explain it.

Ivy | lh44

Where she finds herself in the claws of a love less relationship and even knowing it's wrong she goes to seek comfort and love in the arms of another

Midnight Rain | ...

"My boy was a montage, a slow-motion, love potion. Jumping off things in the ocean I broke his heart 'cause he was nice"

Maroon | cs55

The rise and fall of a short but, oh, so, ardent relationship, between two strangers who one night met and became more than that.

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the eras masterlist (ts x f1)

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I wanted to write a series, maybe about Toto or Lewis, but I have no idea how to start or what the main point would be. I am the shame of the ficwriter category

Okay guys, I think I managed to find a starting point and start from there, before the end of the night (following my time zone lol) I'll be posting the introduction

I wanted to write a series, maybe about Toto or Lewis, but I have no idea how to start or what the main point would be. I am the shame of the ficwriter category

𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

SUMMARY: Y/N always felt frustrated for being the only person in her group of friends who hadn't yet found her soulmate and as a result, still saw the world in black and white. At twenty-five, she should have already found it, but apparently she was looking in the wrong places.

An incident on the streets of London made her world turn upside down, or rather, take on new colors.

She loved her friends, God knew how much she loved them, but she hated that moment of the conversation. All eyes were on her and there was so much expectation in the air that it left her feeling suffocated. Y/N had no problem being the center of attention, her profession taught her that, but damn, she hated being the center of her friends' attention.

"How was the date? Can you see the colors yet?!" One of her closest friends asked, Kimberly placed her face in both hands and looked at Y/N anxiously.

Y/N let out an exhausted sigh, she hated that conversation, she hated her love life, she hated being the only one in her group of friends who was still single and seeing the world in black and white.

No one knew how, but humanity was born with a condition where they saw the world in black and white from birth, and could only see the world in color after meeting their soulmate. And Y/N still didn't know her soulmate, a fact that was always — and very inconveniently — remembered at brunches on Fridays.

"No, actually it was horrible, he only talked about himself and he still has a strange relationship with his mother. I was like? You're almost thirty-five and you still live with mom?" She spoke, the irritation clear in her tone. "I asked if his mom still made his cereal, and he said yes!"

"Urgh, that's horrible girl, I'm glad he wasn't chosen, can you imagine having to share him with your mother-in-law? Uh, that would be terrible." Kim said, making a disgusted face, the other girls agreed. "And how are you with this, my dear?"

Y/N took a deeper breath, in recent years she had been a little obsessed with the idea of finding her soulmate, especially after witnessing her friends find their ideal matches and her remaining single.

"I'm entering the acceptance phase, maybe this soulmate thing isn't for me? I'm going to focus on my career from now on, I'll be changing positions in a few days, so I'm going to leave this soulmate thing on the back burner" Y/N replied, playing with her wine in her glass. Seeing the world in black and white wasn't so bad anymore.

"And you intend to spend the rest of your life alone?" Jessie questioned in a sad tone, as much as you hated this type of conversation, you appreciated your friends' concern. "We will be with you always, but baby you can't be alone."

"Jes, I promise I'm okay with this, maybe it'll show up when I'm not expecting it, I'll just let things flow however they want. Don't worry about me, really" she gave a reassuring smile. "Tell us how your couple's vacation was"

Y/N's tactic of changing the subject worked and Jessie seemed to glow while talking about her fiancé. She was really happy for her friends, most of them had been through bad relationships, filled with toxicity, abusive behavior and everything bad. It was good to see friends happy in healthy, loving relationships.

By the time brunch was over, it was long past 5pm and she still had almost five boxes to organize. Y/N's love life was horrible, but the rest seemed to be going perfectly, she had just been promoted at work, with managed to buy a new, larger apartment in a good residential area of London. If it weren't for the absence of her soulmate, Y/N's life would be perfect.

Y/N didn't care if she didn't have a soulmate, her life was perfect, everything was fine.

The week wasn't turning out as Lewis expected,the training had not been good, the car was not performing as he wanted and to improve, there was a hydraulic leak in his house, forcing him to move to a nearby hotel. Lewis was stressed about the move and Roscoe was still sick. Everything that week culminated in chaos.

He strapped the belt into Roscoe's carrier in the back seat, worried about the dog, who was sniffling tiredly.

"We're already going to the vet, buddy. You're going to get better, I promise" he said, stroking the lower part of his jaw before closed the car and got into the driver's seat, exchanging messages with the veterinarian, explaining Roscoe's symptoms. The path to the veterinary clinic was relatively close to the hotel, but Lewis didn't trust walking with Roscoe sick, and the possibility of being approached by fans on the street would end up slowing him down.

It wasn't a habit and Lewis was a conscious urban driver, he was cautious in traffic, but that was an atypical day, he was worried about Roscoe and paying little attention to traffic, the to the point of crossing a closed sign and hitting a car at the intersection. Lewis cursed before getting out of the car and saw that it was his fault for the crash, he checked the condition of the car's bumper, nothing had been done to his car, but there was a medium crack in the bumper of the other car.

"Are you crazy?! You don't know how to drive?! It was closed to you!" Lewis sighed and looked at the girl.

A strange itch made his skin crawl and a strange pain appeared in his head. Little by little, the gray faded from his vision, It was strange to see things coloring in front of your eyes, and as the colors appeared, a small headache spread. Lewis didn't even listen to the angry girl in front of him. She was angry about the damage to her car and apparently hadn't laid eyes on it yet.

Y/N rested her hands on the pictures looking at the damage to her car, that was all she needed to crown the week as bad. She took a deep breath and faced the person who caused the accident. Her eyes burned as the black and white was replaced by strange colors, and the headache that people always cited also grew at the base of her skull.

Of course she would meet her soulmate in a situation as strange as that!

a/n: I was ready to write something about soulmates weeks ago, or about hananaki, but this theme won over me, and this one came to celebrate Lewis' victory in the home race. I hope to be able to post the oneshot that is in drafts today, cheer for me girls!

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𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 🔸𝑨 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

SUMMARY: Y/N always felt frustrated for being the only person in her group of friends who hadn't yet found her soulmate and as a result, still saw the world in black and white. At twenty-five, she should have already found it, but apparently she was looking in the wrong places.

An incident on the streets of London made her world turn upside down, or rather, take on new colors.

intro

The first thing Lewis thought was that he would have to inform his entire team about this, there would be new training sessions, he would have to study the FIA rules for drivers who could see colors. As if his life wasn't already tumultuous enough.

"Uh, you're Lewis Hamilton..." The woman murmured, taking in the whole thing. "I collided with Lewis Fucking Hamilton"

"Well, yes, that's what happened..." He said and his mind clicked, Roscoe was still in the car, sick and in need of care. "Can you take my phone number? I have to take Roscoe to the vet, but we'll need to discuss the crash and the soulmate thing..."

"Mhm yes, of course" she captured the cell phone in the back pocket of her jeans shorts and and waited for his action, Lewis brought his device closer to hers and shared his contact.

"Call me, please. I will pay for the damage." He said, returning to the driver's seat.

"Yes, yes I'll call... But I think that's the least of our problems."

"Really... But don't forget to call me, I insist." He said, waving as he entered. Y/N sighed and got into her car quickly, as a traffic cop was already approaching and she didn't need a ticket to end that week.

The journey to the new apartment was made in a few minutes, but her mind was still in a trance. She had crashed a car with Lewis Hamilton and discovered he was her fucking soulmate. She was the soulmate of the seven-time Formula One champion, a top star in the sport. How ironic could fate be? Less than four days ago, she went on a terrible date with a terrible guy, hoping to finally find her perfect match — thank the universe it wasn't him! — and today she almost accidentally collided with her predestined one.

She felt like she was in a romance movie script, or a fanfic, at the very least.

She didn't even know what to expect when her friends found out... And what would her family say?

"You're getting ahead of yourself, girl. You met today, take it easy" she murmured to herself, pressing her fingers on the steering wheel, already stopped in front of her new condominium. "Things will happen as they have to, relax!”

She tried to ignore the new event in her life as she entered the building's garage, focusing on Lewis Hamilton at that moment wouldn't organize her apartment.

Far away, Lewis accompanied Roscoe on a series of exams, his mind was divided between concern for the pet and the unexpected meeting with his soulmate, Lewis didn't even ask her name, his mother would lecture him if she knew how rude he had been.

"The tests didn't show anything big, Mr. Hamilton, he just has a cold, combined with the jet leg, in a few days, with plenty of hydration and proper nutrition, Roscoe will be fine again" the veterinarian said, handing over a box of canine vitamins and supplements, which would help the dog's recovery. "But call me if something goes wrong"

Lewis felt instantly more relieved, Roscoe had taken the medication and was already showing significant improvement, and this made the pilot's heart much lighter. While stroking Roscoe's short fur, Lewis finally realized how confusing everything was: he was seeing the real colors of the world and there was a huge headache growing in his brain, i.e, he really had no idea how he managed to get to the clinic. Maybe he was on autopilot mode, however, with his adrenaline dropping, Lewis had no idea how he would get back to the hotel, okay, he knew the streets of London like no one else, but things changed and the colors left him confused.

He had a little trouble identifying his bank's app on his cell phone, the screen was surprisingly bright and colorful, he had no idea that everything had so much color. He placed Roscoe in the carrier and called whoever could save him at that moment.

"Nick, I need help, man."

Her head was pounding with a headache that was difficult to deal with, she had trouble getting things out of the boxes, everything was shining in bright colors that she had no idea how to deal with. Seeing colors was something she had longed for since she was fifteen, but damn she didn't expect it to be this bad! He collapsed on the sofa, feeling the world spinning around him and a part of his skull throbbing, by God that was horrible!

The world was extremely colorful, she didn't know how to discern anything, the letters were lost among the colors and she thought she had returned to the literacy period. Uh, there was so much to be done, she would have to go to some medical appointments to check if everything was ok with her new condition, she would have to learn the name of each color, and wow, there were so many! She was already tired.

"I found my soulmate" she said softly, staring at the blissfully white wall. "My soulmate is none other than Lewis Hamilton... God, I don't know if I'm ready..."

She needed to tell someone and grabbed her cell phone, cursing her choice as the bright colors flickered on the screen, causing discomfort in her eyes and increasing her headache. Jessie was his immediate contact.

"I love you, but fuck, it better be important, I was about to have a wonderful afternoon of intense sex and-..."

"I found him.

The silence grew between the two and it didn't take long for it to be replaced by a genuine scream of happiness.

"OH MY GOD Y/N! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Jessie exclaimed, it was easy to see that she was smiling while shouting into the phone. "When was it? Tell me everything!"

Y/N massaged her forehead, trying to ease the headache, but she knew it was worth it, Jessie was her closest friend, her most loyal and she deserved to be the first to know. And Kimberly too, the two of them have always been very firm pillars throughout her life, Y/N needed to tell both of them.

"I thought you were about to have an afternoon of intense sex..."

"Lan knows that I love him, but he also knows that you're my girl and have priority in my life, so he can accept... Actually he is playing now, so tell me everything, don’t hide absolutely ANYTHING from me!”

"Okay, I'll add Kimberly to the call, she deserves to know too."

"Great, perfect!"

It didn't take long for the third girl to appear on the call, from the residual noise, Kimberly was in the middle of work. The keyboard clicked non-stop.

"Is important? I'm trying to finish some spreadsheets here."

"She found him!" Jessie stepped forward, and they heard Kimberly freeze, with no keyboard sound in the background.

"Are you guys serious?"

"Absolutely yes, Kim! She found him today!"

"I would scream if I could! I'm so, so happy you found your perfect match, Y/N! You deserve so much!" She said sincerely, making his heart warm again, Y/N had amazing friends. "Tell us how it went, we need the details."

"Today was such a strange day that it deserves a podium" she said and giggled at the joke, which would only make sense when telling who her soulmate was. "I was in the process of moving boxes from one apartment to another and when I was carrying the last two, I got involved in a car crash near the center.

"Are you well? Did you have any injuries? Did the idiot cover the insurance deductible?"

"We didn't get to discuss it because the guy who hit me is my soulmate."

"Oh, that changes things, but he still has to pay for his car."

"Jes, love.. he can buy me a new car, no problem" Y/N laughed, still in disbelief about it.

“You’re not telling me something, Y/N, you can spill the details, girl.”

"Yeah, I'm feeling it too, tell me everything"

"Are you sitting?"

"I didn't even get out of bed, tell me soon"

"Yes, yes, now speak!"

"I collided with Lewis fucking Hamilton"

Again silence appeared in the conversation before a scream echoed through the device.

"FUCK, I DON'T BELIEVE! I'M FREAKING OUT HERE Y/N!" Jessie couldn't contain herself, and Y/N laughed a little, she would have screamed too if it weren't for her head hurting.

"Jes, please calm down, you're going to blow out my headphones, or worse, my eardrums!" Kim scolded.

"Okay, I'm calm now, I promise! But tell me, how are you? Does your head hurt? How is the color reception in your eyes?"

"Regarding him? I don't know, I know him through the media and I've seen him several times on TV, so that left me confused" she confessed, playing with the ring on her finger. "I have a terrible headache and looking at everything makes me even more sore."

"Uh and I'm screaming like crazy, I'm sorry baby"

"The colors are strange, I didn't imagine they would be so... Vibrant" She said, letting her head fall onto the couch and closing her eyes. The headache eased a little and she breathed a sigh of relief. "And surprising everyone, I don't know what to expect from this."

"I would be surprised if you knew how to deal, you are the soulmate of Lewis Hamilton, the national hero in Formula One" Jessie said. "And for the rest we will be there tomorrow to help you"

"We definitely will, you're not going to go through this alone" Kimberly reaffirmed "and have you spoken to him yet?"

"Not yet, I'm scared"

"Fair enough, I would be too, in fact I was too, so it's normal to be scared, how about we eat pizza tonight? I think this conversation needs to be in person, and we can still help you talk to him" Kim suggested.

"Kim, you're a damn angel! I'll take the wine and chocolate!" Jessie said before taking her leave.

"I'll bring ice cream, God knows how much we'll need it today" Kim pointed out. "And please Y/N, take a painkiller for your headache, it won't go away because you had only brief contact with him, but it will help make it bearable, if that's possible... So get some sleep until tonight, we'll be there at 8pm.

"Don't worry, I'll be asleep in minutes, I'm exhausted. See you later, Kim"

Y/N crawled into the bed, which luckily she had already left tidy, with clean sheets and pillowcases, as well as new blankets, she fell asleep before she could cover herself properly.

At the hotel, Lewis had a hot water bottle on his forehead and Roscoe rested calmly on his lap. Nicolas paced back and forth inside the room.

"Your headache won't go away until you talk to her properly," Nicolas said, looking at his brother. "Do you have her phone number?

Lewis took the thermal bag off his head and checked his phone begrudgingly, he was hating the phone with all his might, "No call log, I won't force her space, she will call me when she is comfortable"

"Lew, right now she has as much of a headache as you do, so I don't think she's comfortable."

Lewis knew, he was aware of all the processes since he was thirteen, and he always thought he was prepared, but the reality was different from the theory. No one had said that the headache was unbearable and the colors would be uncomfortable at first.

"I know, I know, but we were taken by surprise and I don't want to pressure anything"

Nicolas sat next to his brother.

"How are you with all this?"

"I don't know? I always thought the soulmate thing was overrated, people 'destined' to love each other? A beautiful film script"

"And you still think that after you found her?"

"I don't really know... I think something clicked, but it's weird."

"Of course it is, you've found the person of your life, it's not a normal thing, after all and whoever runs this soulmate business, has no flaws."

Lewis sighed, Nick was right. Destined relationships were not included in the statistics of toxic relationships. Only couples formed by people who were not destined ended badly. There were hundreds of news stories talking about people not destined for toxic and abusive relationships and marriages. Lewis rolled his eyes - and then regretted it, it clicked painfully in his brain, soulmates were perfect halves destined to find each other. A meeting of souls, literally.

No relationship was one hundred percent perfect, but when it came to soulmates, things were less likely to fail, as there was natural complicity, love and everything that Lewis thought was nonsense. He never believed he would find his destiny, but there he was, feeling terrible headaches from a slightly reactive and unknown woman.

Fuck, everything was a fucking mess.

a/n: I'm really enjoying writing this series, everything is a mess, there's still a lot of things to happen and I'm VERY EXCITED HERE. My mind is working at 100km/h! This theme of soulmates really got me, I'm surrendered here (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)♡

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Endless Summer Nights | LH44

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

summary: A sleepy afternoon, music from the eighties playing on the radio and the memories made Lewis wonder why they couldn't have it all again.

cw: Angst, abrupt ending, obscenity, oral f!receiving, nostalgia, a little resentment and pain. Possibility of reconciliation

a/n: I've been listening to this song non-stop for days and I knew I needed to write something about it and it would be with Lewis, my slight obsession with him has been a bit high since he won. The music is extremely nostalgic and the story needed to revolve around some memories, so this is going to be a little sad. Enjoy!!

soundtrack: Endless Summer Nights – Richard Marx

❝We can have it all again

Say that you'll be with me❞

He rarely allowed himself to enjoy his day off without worrying about what day it was or what he should do. That morning, he decided that he would have a lazy day, without obligations, without spending time at the gym, Lewis wanted to read a little, maybe practice a little piano or enjoy a few hours of sun on the balcony of your house, looking out over the Monte Carlo harbor.

He left some books on the porch bench, made a pitcher of iced tea and sweet cookies and turned on the radio, he hated being without music. Lewis lay down on the porch chaise and chose one of the books. He had been trying to finish One Hundred Years of Solitude for a few weeks, but he never had the time or mental energy to continue. But that day he was willing to read, even if it was just a few chapters; he felt Roscoe lie down under his foot, where where conveniently the bulldog would get a cuddle every now and then. Lewis adjusted his cap, poured a large glass of iced tea, and opened the book.

Pink paper fell from the pages of the book, Richard Marx started singing on the radio, and Lewis thought it was all a strange coincidence.

“Summer came and left without a warning

All at once I looked and you were gone

And now you're looking back at me

Searching for a way that we can be like we were before„

He took the post-it, recognizing Y/N's simple and elegant handwriting, Lewis remembered that the book had been her book and that Y/N had a habit of putting little notes in unexpected places.

'A bad pick-up line to start the day, how about that? Lew, the day is good, but it will never be as good as you. Okaay, that was pretty bad *laughs* But it's the intention that matters, isn't it? Have a great workout, my champion and show everyone why you're the best in this sport, bae ♡'

Lewis read the note with a sinking heart, a year ago, these notes were part of Lewis' routine, he used to find them in the most unexpected places, like on the milk carton, in his suitcase or on Roscoe's collar, Y/N kept one rule: pink for cute notes, yellow for reminding him of appointments like doctor's appointments and dates and blue for something he had already forgotten. A year ago he was having a terrible performance on the tracks, but he still had Y/N with him. Now his performance was improving and Lewis no longer had Y/N around.

Realizing that there were no more post-its stuck around the house or finding one of her lipsticks among her toiletry bags was strangely uncomfortable.

Months ago:

"You need to be quiet, I don't want to cut you" Y/N said holding the razor, Lewis laughed but obeyed her, heYou need to be quiet, I don't want to cut you" Y/N said holding the razor, Lewis laughed but obeyed her, the pilot rested his hands on her waist and began to trace small circles on her soft skin, humming as she held his jaw to slide the razor over his skin.

Lewis watched her face closely, there was a wrinkle of concentration between her eyebrows and Y/N bit the tip of her tongue, looking at the place where she carefully removed shaving foam. A few minutes later, she would wipe off the remaining foam with a hot towel and evaluate her work.

"It was good for someone who did it for the first time." She said, turning Lewis' face to get all the product off.

"Once again I'm taking your virginity here, darling" Lewis said and laughed as she threw the towel in his face. "You can't say I lied here."

"If someone had told me you were that arrogant, I wouldn't have gone to that restaurant." Y/N rolled her eyes and washed her hands, seeing Lewis approaching in the mirror's reflection.

"You hurt my heart like that, bae" Lewis spoke, resting his hand on his chest theatrically, unable to convince the girl with his drama. "Why do you want to break my heart?"

She laughed and turned to kiss him quickly "we both know I can't break your heart, bae."

And with that said, she pushed Lewis into the bedroom, where they both fell onto the bed and were met with licks from Roscoe.

At the moment.

Lewis sighed, still holding the note, Y/N had said no, but she had managed to break his heart.

Roscoe sniffed, tucking his nose under Lewis's chin, making him even more sure that Roscoe was thinking about her too.

"I know, I know, I miss her too..." He confessed, after months. The book was forgotten and Lewis stared at the horizon, seeing the water shining with sunlight, leaving Monte Carlo golden like a dream. He wondered where Y/N was at that moment, he thought if she had gotten that job at the publisher of her dreams, and that made his mind click, Lewis didn't know anything about Y/N anymore.

And that was so strange, because before, he knew everything Y/N did, nothing in her life went unnoticed by the pilot and Lewis had Y/N's calendar shared on his cell phone and today he didn't even know where she lived.

“And I remember how you loved me

Time was all we had until the day we said goodbye

I remember every moment of those endless summer nights„

Months ago:

A loud moan overcame the noise of the shower and she felt like she was about to collapse, Lewis was squeezing her thighs so hard that there would be lilac bruises on her skin the next day.

Sweat mixed with water, she was tired and her body could no longer take Lewis's advances, but he was willing to leave her exhausted.

"Lew- love.. I don't... I can't take it anymore" she said, trying to push him away, but Lewis held her in place, keeping his tongue on Y/N's sensitive clit. "Lewis, fuck... Please!"

“Just one more, bae” he said, kissing the spot of nerves, Y/N almost fell if he wasn’t holding her, she was on the edge. "I know you can give me one more, huh?"

She whimpered, pulling her hips away, trying to get Lewis away from her hypersensitive pussy, but he pulled her back and sucked her clit, making her scream.

"I'm... I-" her voice was lost in her own moan, she sank her nails into Lewis' muscular shoulders and rubbed herself against him, chasing her own orgasm. "Fucking God!"

Lewis moaned in appreciation as he sucked out every drop of her orgasm, savoring the taste of her on your tongue . He climbed her trembling body with kisses and sweet hickeys until he actually kissed her, Y/N clung to him eagerly and responded to the kiss, still tired.

"I knew you could give me one more," he said arrogantly. He kissed the curve of her neck as he caressed Y/N's body, holding her against him, enjoying the way the curves of the girl's body fit his. "Can we get out of here now?"

"But and you?" She mumbled the question, holding the hard penis in her hand, Lewis moaned softly but pulled away.

"I'm fine, this was about you and your success in the final exams" he assured, leaving a sweet kiss on her mouth. "You taking pleasure is my pleasure, bae."

"But Lew..." She stammered between his kisses. "I want to make you cum too."

"We're going to miss our reservation at the restaurant, Y/N..." He warned, but didn't step back, he let her continue pumping his cock slowly.

"No maître d' would refuse Sir Lewis Hamilton in his restaurant" she said with a small smile and jumped into his lap."

At the moment.

He stood up, overwhelmed with memories, he and Y/N had it all, damn it. Things were perfect until... Until the moment they stopped being and Lewis couldn't understand where the breaking point was. One morning he woke up with a note stuck to his pillow, the cupboards empty and Roscoe lying sadly next to the door. Just one morning to turn your world upside down, leaving everything in a mess and bringing chaos into your life.

He kept the last post-it, along with all the others, he still remembered what was written and how few words sank his heart into an endless hole.

'I'm sorry Lewis, I can't do it anymore... I'm not enough for your world, I'm sorry it took me so long to understand that the space between us was too big.'

He wanted to understand where he hinted that she wasn't enough, he wanted to understand when his world started to suffocate her. Lewis wanted to go back in time and stop this from ending them both, from destroying them.

By God, he loved that woman, even when she left, even when she blocked him on all social media and avoided him like he was the devil.

Roscoe whimpered and Liverpool Express came on the radio, Monaco shone less and his heart broke even more.

Lewis wanted to know about her, where she was, if she was okay. Only God and Roscoe knew how miserable he was, and it became even more so when he remembered the moments they had. He took out his cell phone and searched for her contact, hoping that Y/N had unlocked it, something.

The cell phone rang once, twice, three times until she answered, Lewis didn't let her speak, the question escaped his mouth before he could think.

"Why?"

"Lewis...?" Silence reverberated between the two, opening some old wounds, causing some new ones. "I-I thought I deleted my contact."

He laughed wryly, still staring at a spot in the city below him.

"I didn't even throw your post-its away, let alone your number..." He confessed, waiting. "How are you now, bae?"

"No.. don't call me that, please."

He swallowed hard, maybe Y/N had someone else and he was messing up her life, chasing a past that wouldn't come back. He thought about hanging up and was about to do so when she said:

"I-I'm fine... As far as possible of course... Congratulations on Silverstone, I know how much you deserved this podium."

He clicked his tongue.

"Are you working at that publishing company you wanted?" He asked, playing with the post-it, trying to dispel his anxiety. "I hope so, you're a damn good publisher, they couldn't turn down your talent"

"Oh Lewis..." Hearing that broke Y/N in half, she started crying immediately and Lewis tried to patch things up.

"Holy shit, I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to... You're right, I need to delete your contact and leave all this behind."

She asked Lewis between sobs not to hang up and he waited until she finally calmed down, the crying ended and small sobs appeared, creating more cracks in his heart. Lewis didn't even understand how he could hurt her, how he had ruined things between them.

"I got some messages about... About how different we are, I wasn't in a good place and I didn't want to burden you, so I let it go, tried to ignore it." Y/N said her voice was brittle and filled with pain. "But my friends got all the spam too, my family said they were getting letters about us... It wasn't the right thing, but I couldn't let it fall on you, things were bad in Formula One and it would only make you more stressed."

"And how exactly did breaking my heart help me? How did leaving out of the blue without giving me an explanation make me better at racing?" He couldn't stop the bitterness from emerging in every word, burning like poison in his and Y/N's veins.

"I know, I know! I tried to tell you everything, clarify things, but I was embarrassed... Lewis, I was anonymous, some girl who bumped into you at a university lecture. I would hear comments about how I used your image to get my internships, or how I could stop working, since I had found my 'golden duck', I-..."

She choked, giving in to tears again.

"leaving you wasn't fair, and it was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I didn't have the courage to come back, to disturb you even more, to be a nuisance to you."

The two fell silent, letting the words sink in properly. Lewis didn't know what to think.

"I should have said, I know that... But I was embarrassed."

"Yeah, you really should have explained things," he replied, giving Roscoe a pat between the ears, still absorbing what she had said. "We would have found a way, resolved this whole mess..."

"I'm so sorry, Lew... I never wanted to hurt you or Roscoe" she laughed, still sobbing.

"You owe him a big apology, and some cookies too."

"He'll have a lifetime supply of cookies if it's up to me..."

"I can accept your apology if you go back and fix the mess you made me" he said, his heart pounding, making him even more anxious. He heard her breathing sound loudly over the phone.

"Do you... Do you want me again?"

"I would have never let you go, bae, so I guess so, I want you back, post-its and all." He assured, hearing her exhale.

"Lewis...

"I deserve to hear these apologies in person, and I deserve to be more than a memory."

"Yes, you deserve more than that..."

He was still hurt, there was a lot to be said, a lot to be resolved, but Lewis couldn't focus on these minutiae. He knew he was being hasty, forgiving her so quickly, giving his life back to her, Lewis was perfectly aware of that, but he wanted her back so bad, because fuck, Y/N had been missed so much! No one could judge him for missing the woman who shook all the pillars of his life and grabbed his heart with her fingernails.

"She's coming back, Ros... We need to maintain our posture, we're tough guys and we're not going to forgive her so easily, are we?" He said, patting the bulldog's fluffy folds firmly. "We are tough guys, she needs to fight for our forgiveness."

The doorbell rang, distracting him from his speech; Lewis took a deep breath and opened the door, and everything he had said before fell apart, because Roscoe jumped at Y/N in a euphoric manner, licking her face happily.

"Oh hi baby! I'm back" she laughed, trying to sit up while Roscoe showed all his happiness at having her back. "I missed it too, sweetheart! I swear."

"You completely ignored what I said, didn't you Roscoe?" Lewis crossed his arms, looking at the dog that snuggled into Y/N's lap and barked happily.

"And what did you say?" Y/N asked, still staring at Roscoe, smelling the dog's fragrant fur.

"That he needed to be tough and not forgive you so easily."

"Ah, I see..." She stood up, finally facing Lewis, there was so much regret and pain written on Y/N's face that it left him disconcerted. "But what about you? How's your tough guy attitude?"

"Strongly shaken, but I expected that" He confessed and pulled her into a hug, feeling things fall into place again. "I'll never let you go again"

"I don't plan on going anywhere, bae."

“Time was all we had until the day we said goodbye

I remember every moment of those endless summer nights„

Eight Seconds || LH44

summary: it was just a celebration, nothing big. Just some tequila, the vibe of victory and an eight-second challenge on the mechanical bull.

cw: use of alcoholic beverages, obscenity, p in v, thigh riding, fingering, masc!oral, hidden quickie, semi-public, dirty talk, light degradation, worship. Even though I'm mentioning a Lewis win, the season isn't relevant, so take that as an au(?)

a/n: this time I was listening to Beyonce (her new album is perfect) and I thought about writing something with Levii' Jeans and Lewis Hamilton, don't judge me, I think it makes sense. Just read, you will understand. I was having thoughts about riding this man like a mechanical bull, sorry

Every time I see you, I just wanna grab you (you, you) / And I let you touch it and you can't let it loose (oh, oh)

The bar was identical to those seen in American movies, with swinging doors, solid wood floors, a bar with a huge wall of bottles and country music playing at full volume, Lewis noticed how Y/N loved the place, clicking the heels of his cowboy boots in time with the music, Lewis ordered a beer for himself and a shot of tequila for Y/N, she smiled wide when she saw the golden shot in front of her.

"Oh Lew, you really know how to please a girl" Y/N said, downing the shot of tequila at once, humming at the spicy taste of the drink. "Can I have one more, please?" She asked the waiter.

"Take it easy little one, we don't want to get drunk today, do we?" He said, resting his right hand on her arm, Y/N gave a suspicious smile and took the second shot, without taking her eyes off her boyfriend.

"If I can't get drunk when my boyfriend wins a race, when can I?" Y/N kissed him, mixing the taste of tequila in her mouth with the taste of beer and Lewis's mints, enough to make her anxious under her skin.

The two had hidden away, the team planned to celebrate his victory in a fancy restaurant in the city, George's plan, but Y/N preferred to make plans with Bottas, Zhou, Logan and Alex.

"As much as I love George, I miss drinking with Valtteri, so we're going to the bar, celebrating your victory" she said when they were still in the room, without giving Lewis a chance to retort, not that he would do it, he also preferred drinking with Bottas to going to a three-star restaurant, beer was better than wine, sometimes.

It didn't take long for the group to arrive, Y/N squealed excitedly when she found Lily, and Lewis knew that at some point in the night, he would be exchanged for Alex's girlfriend.

"So she really dragged you" Bottas commented, stopping next to Lewis, also ordering a beer.

"You know, Y/N is a force of nature, sometimes going against her is more lethal than a cyclone" he murmured, watching his girlfriend talk to Alex and the Williams drivers, Zhou was lost in the bar, looking for the jukebox. Lewis got into an animated conversation with Valtteri about vacation plans, agreeing something about spending the weekend in the Alps, but the Brit's eyes never left Y/N. She looked like an Austin girl, short denim shorts, thigh-high cowboy boots, suggestive slogan shirt and hat, Y/N loved Austin and made a point of attending the Circuit of the Americas GP. "I know how to choose my battles"

He raised the beer bottle and Valtteri did the same, both toasting. Lewis kept his eyes on Y/N, admiring how the denim shorts made her thighs look sensational, Y/N was getting strong reactions from the pilot and maybe going to the bar wasn't a good idea, for him at least.

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Lewis was having a darts match with Logan and Zhou while Y/N, Alex, Lily and Valtteri were arguing about which song would play on the jukebox. The four of them were already high on alcohol, laughing and talking loudly, but no one there seemed to care, everyone in the bar was drinking and dancing, the drunken group on the jukebox was the smallest detail there. Hamilton didn't let Y/N out of his sight for a second, she was next to Lily as they insisted that Beyoncé play, the two beat the pilots out of exhaustion, Lily and Y/N touched hands in celebration when the first tracks from Cowboy Carter started playing in the bar, making the crowd scream excitedly to the songs.

In a corner of the bar, the mechanical bull was activated and Y/N took out some notes, A mix of dollars and euros, even some British coins, she giggled as she pointed to the mechanical bull.

"I bet no one can stay on the mechanical bull for..." She made a confused face and turned to Lew "Baby, what was your advantage over Verstappen today?!"

"Eight seconds, doll, why?"

"Nothing, don't worry" she turned to the group again "no one can stay on the mechanical bull without falling for eight seconds"

"But what's the prize if someone succeeds?" Lily questioned, taking out the little cash she had in her pocket, already accepting the bet.

"Besides this drunken change?" He indicated the money that was supplemented by Valtteri and Alex. "Mhmmm... I'll pay the bill here, and considering the amount of glasses and bottles on our table, it won't be a cheap bill..."

“But what if you win, Y/N?”

"You decide on the mechanical bull, whoever stays the shortest, pays"

"seems fair to me, let's go!" Bottas took initiative, adjusting his cap while one of the waiters activated the toy. Y/N laughed when she saw Bottas adjust his pants, just like the cowboys that Hollywood films satirized Bottas chose one of the tequila glasses and swallowed the dose without making a face, Lily activated the timer and the bull started to spin, the Finn shouted excitedly, raising raising his hands as if he were in a rodeo, but fell as soon as he did so. "And then?!"

"Five seconds, Bottas, you were quite a pawn" Lily said, taking the lead to climb onto the ride "look and learn, pilot!”

Y/N and Alex shouted encouragement, clapping while Alex timed it, but Lily didn't last long, in the first three seconds she fell to the mat, laughing thrown onto the canvas. Her boyfriend helped her get out.

"I think you're the one who needs to learn, baby" he said and drank his shot of tequila, kissing her cheek before mounting, the bull spun insanely, but Alex held on, keeping one hand in the air but when there was a second left, he was thrown to the canvas too, Bottas, Lily and Y/N clapped, saying that he had gone further.

"Seven seconds Albono, you did well, can I top it?" Y/N said, flicking the brim of her hat to lift it, she took a shot of tequila and rubbed her hands together as she walked on the canvas. Up until that moment, Lewis hadn't been paying much attention to the group, but he left the darts competition there, focusing on Y/N, watching the girl ride the mechanical bull masterfully. Causing more reactions from him. The bull began to spin, jumping furiously to try and knock her down, but Y/N laughed loudly, raising her hand as she spun around and around. Lewis watched the movement, seeing how her body followed the toy, undulating with each lurch of the bull and Lewis couldn't help but wonder if Y/N would ride him like that.

Baby, you know I'm on my bullshit (bullshit), I'll let you ride it / Rodeo in your room, that shoot breaks loose with perfect timin' (timin')

His pants suddenly became uncomfortable.

Lily screamed when the timer beeped at eight seconds, the exact moment Y/N was thrown onto the canvas, laughing at the joke. Lewis watched his girlfriend get up on her knees, looking for the hat on the mat, her hair was messy, her shirt was slightly wrinkled and her thighs — those damn thighs — looked even more sensual. A pretty torment for him.

"Fucking eight seconds" Bottas swore laughing, as he helped her out "what are you, a cowgirl? The rodeo queen?"

"That's pure luck, Valtteri" she laughed. Other people crowded around the toy, the four returned to the table, seeing the rest of the people gather in the middle of the bar to dance, while Lily took Alex to the dance floor, Zhou and Logan went to try their luck on the mechanical bull and Valtteri found himself talking to the waitress, Y/N took the opportunity to go to the bathroom, she needed to rub some water on the back of her neck, to try to ward off the dizziness from the alcohol and the game. The cold water helped bring sobriety, but not complete sobriety, she was still laughing idly and her cheeks were red.

"Hey pretty girl, you put on a great show out there" she was approached by Lewis, who was waiting for her in the bathroom hallway, he threw her hat on the floor, loving seeing the glow on Y/N's face. "I didn't know you rode like that, doll"

Lewis cornered her between him and the wall, leaving little space between the two, he could smell her perfume mixed with the smell of tequila, which became even more exciting for the pilot. She gasped, Lewis was close enough for her to feel his heat emanate to her, penetrating the layers of clothing and warming her own skin, the alcohol amplifying the sensations.

"Ah, it was just luck, baby" she murmured, resting her hands on his chest, feeling Lewis' muscles contract under her fingers. "If a person sits the right way and holds on firmly, the eight seconds will be a breeze"

"Really? Maybe you can show me how..." He suggested, tucking his thigh between hers, pressing his leg into Y/N's core, Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and moaned softly, they were in the middle of a bar hallway, with so much sexual tension between them that could be cut with a knife, running the risk of being caught, but all she could think about was Lewis's hands on her hips, making her rub against his thigh. Her jean shorts rubbed against her clit, making her shiver.

"D-Do you want to learn?" He stammered, licking his suddenly dry lips.

"Oh yeah, you can't even imagine, doll" he replied breathlessly, Lewis felt the heat of her folds through his jeans, creating a stain on his pants, fuck, she was so wet, so ready for him. "You were so good on that mechanical bull, riding it like a real cowgirl, and fuck, I wondered if you could ride me too, like that."

"Lewis..." Y/N grabbed his shoulders, moving her hips against his thigh, increasing the delicious friction of the jeans against her pussy.

"Yes, doll?" He asked cynically, taking his hands off his hips and continuing to ride the pilot's muscular thigh. Lewis unbuttoned his shorts and stuck his hand between his legs, Y/N moaned loudly when she felt his fingers digging into her clit, swirling with just the right pressure to make her roll her eyes, Y/N began to ride his hand, wiggling every second he played with the sensitive nerve. But the provocation wasn't just cruel to her. His erection ached inside his boxers, throbbing with every moan she made, every moment he felt her wetter around his fingers; Lewis spread her lubrication across her folds, teasing her needy entrance, which clenched around nothing, eager for the filling he promised.

"You're so fucking wet, doll... Dripping on my fingers like a needy little girl" he mocked, penetrating his index finger, feeling her squeeze his finger, making him growl. "Riding on my fingers, so needy of my cock, aren't you baby?

He nibbled on his girlfriend's jaw, drawing whimpers from her, Y/N dug her nails into his shirt, seeking firm support as she rode his hand.

"But we're in public, doll..." He lamented in a hoarse voice, watching S/N close her eyes and frown, concentrating on building your orgasm, increasing the lust that commanded your boyfriend "imagine if we are caught here, while I fuck you like a little whore?" Lewis said with a growl, because Y/N clenched her inner walls around his index finger, "Oh baby... Are you turned on by the idea of getting caught? What a filthy girl you are, getting all wet at the idea of being seen riding me, riding my dick until she cums, such a dirty doll"

The music in the bar increased, drowning out her moans as Y/N approached her peak, ready to cum on Lewis' fingers, but he stopped. Y/N opened her eyes, stunned by the interruption, but Lewis saw her eyes light up at the sight of his exposed erection, the subtle sheen of precum on the red head of his cock made Y/N lick her lips.

Y/N lost her breath as Lewis pumped his dick, loving her reaction.

"Do you want it, baby?" She nodded without even noticing what she was responding to, Y/N got on her knees, opening her mouth to take in the entire length. "Fuck shit, such a good girl for me, taking all my dick so good" He threaded his fingers into her hair, guiding the way she should suck him. Y/N moaned in delight as he pushed her head in, the soft head of his cock hitting the top of her throat, Lewis growled praise when he heard the sound of her gagging, shaking at the vibration of her throat around him. Drool ran down her lips, dripping onto her trembling thighs, and for Lewis, that was too beautiful a sight. He was about to cum.

"Fuck baby, so good..." He groaned, but pulled Y/N away from him, the girl whimpered, her tongue still sticking out of her saliva-glossy mouth. "So fucking perfect.

Lewis lifted her up, quickly ripping off her shorts as he hung her around his waist, Y/N pressed her thighs against his torso and rubbed herself against him, dragging the soaked panties over the pilot's aching erection. He set her panties aside and slid the head of his cock against her clit, Y/N pressed her fingers into his neck, grinding her hips against Lewis, seeking contact.

"Baby" Y/N gasped begging "please, I need it... I need it so much" she hissed in pleasure when she felt Lewis' cock stretching her. It fit so well it made her want to cry. "That's baby, so good"

"Fuck baby, you look so good..." He buried his face in her neck, slamming his hips hard. Lewis had been on edge all night and watching her ride the mechanical bull made him tense, looking forward to her. "I wanted to" he lost his breath when she rotated her hips, squeezing him in the process, he was so close to orgasm it was shameful "I wanted to take longer, but damn"

Her moan was soothing, giving him goosebumps.

"But we can't get caught, I don't want any idiots ogling my dirty little girl". The strength and speed of Lewis's pounding against her lost its way, and Y/N's legs vibrated around him. "with me doll, come with me will you?"

"Yes, yes yes please I'm so... So close, love" Y/N moaned, giving him an open-mouthed kiss, incoherent and eager. "I-I'm going Lew... Fuck I'm going to cum!"

He rotated his hips, hitting her sensitive spot, making her roll her eyes and moan "come on doll, make your mess on my dick, cum for me, love"

Like an automatic command, you fell from the top, wetting Lewis' cock all over as he released his load inside her.

"My beautiful girl" he cupped her face and kissed her. "My beautiful, dirty girl"

When they both returned to the common area of the bar, their friends might have suspected their absence if they hadn't been so drunk. Lewis kissed her cheek, adjusting the hat on Y/N's head, taking the opportunity to murmur:

"When we get home, you're going to ride me, like that mechanical cap, cowgirl"

She laughed eagerly and took off her hat like cowboys did "you bet on that, farm hand"

Lewis: doll I'm not XNDA

Y/N: so explain to me how I've never seen you two in the same place

Lewis: I can't believe you mentioned Lois Lane to me, Y/N

Pilots and their love languages || F1 Grid

cw: superficiality, slightly suggestive, PDA and non-PDA and I don't know what else to say, so blah blah blah

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1

a/n: I'm testing something new, so please bear with me 😩 for now it will be just these pilots because they are my favorites here, as I get used to this format, I can include more pilots. Anyway, enjoy!

LEWIS HAMILTON - Acts of service

Lewis knows that you are inattentive and forget to eat, sometimes you fall asleep in the office while you are working, you forget your things when you are in a hurry, And luckily for you, your fiancé is always attentive to these details. So he always checks his things, whether he has his keys, whether he has had his coffee properly or whether he is about to finish his work at the office. No matter how much you tell him that he doesn't need to worry, Lewis loves taking care of you and making sure your needs are met, even the most basic ones.

"Sorry for giving you so much trouble, you must be tired from training"

"Nah, I'm fine and taking care of you is no work at all, it's a pleasure for me"

CARLOS SAINZ - Gifts

Carlos loves to give gifts and his generosity knows no bounds, especially for you, he loves to present you with whatever he thinks you like. Did you like that book? It's yours. Did you show interest in a bracelet? It'll be on your wrist before you know it. You've lost count of how many times you've talked to him about it, your closet couldn't fit anything else! But how could you deny it? Whenever your boyfriend arrived with that lost puppy dog look, you knew what was coming, Carlos knew you couldn't resist that look.

"You can't blame me for wanting to see my girl happy"

"You make me happy and as much as I love your gifts, I don't need them, I already have you"

CHARLES LECLERC - Physical touch

No matter where, no matter who is watching, Charles will always have his hands on you. Whether it's holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist or kissing you. PDA is not a problem for him, the Monegasque loves to show how much he loves you, he is completely ok with the idea of kissing you in the street, of fixing your hair when necessary or keep his hand on your thigh while chatting with friends in a cafe. As long as he touches you, the world could end.

"Charl, there are reporters here, they're going to make a huge deal out of this..."

"They can say whatever they want, I won't keep my hands off you, chérie. "

LANDO NORRIS - Words of affirmation

When you first met Lando, you could have sworn he was the gift or physical touch guy, so it was a big surprise to find out he was the words of affirmation guy. You'd often find notes around the apartment, or receive sweet messages at random times of the day, and Lando was the best at captioning his Instagram photos; He wants you to have no doubts about his feelings, so any chance he gets to tell you how he feels about you, he will.

"Are you paraphrasing Edward Cullen's wedding vows?"

"It was either Twilight or Romeo and Juliet... I chose the one where the characters stay alive... Figuratively speaking"

OSCAR PIASTRI - Quality time

Oscar is aware that he doesn't have much free time between races, so there aren't many good breaks he can enjoy with you. Knowing this, Oscar doesn't mind spending as much time with you as possible; It doesn't matter what you do, you can read, watch a series, having a skin care session, talk or just be silent, he just needs some time with you. It could be an hour or five minutes, as long as he's with you, it's fine.

"Are you sure I'm not bothering you here?"

"Baby, you never get in my way, I just need a few minutes with you before the race, alright?"

MAX VERSTAPPEN - Quality time

Just like Oscar, Max likes to spend as much time with you as he can, and that time is usually spent doing activities that focus on the two of you. Max will trade any party, any event for an afternoon at home watching his favorite movies or sitting by the window of your apartment, talking while it rains. Max really appreciates these moments because he knows they don't happen often, they both have very demanding jobs and he values every minute he has with you.

"Choose any movie you want, I'll watch whatever it is, as long as it's with you"

"And you still say you're not romantic"

Gif credits: rb19, callumilott, quadrantslandonorris, walkingonanunknownpath, artemispt and yungbludz

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Drivers and their romantic tropes || F1 Grid

cw: insults, rivalry, fighting, superficiality, suggestive behavior, almost obscene — if you squint your eyes — romance, age gap, cuteness, love and blah blah blah

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1

a/n: I've probably found a new addiction? Making headcanons is so much fun, I can feel the obsession with this format coming on. By the way, I'd love to hear your suggestions (it's just a tip,I'm not suggesting anything 🤭

LEWIS HAMILTON - Age Gap

Being Charles' younger cousin gave her some privileges like going to parties and the paddock whenever she wanted or meeting the drivers and other celebrities, and that's how you met Lewis. Of course you already knew who the Million Dollar Man was, but in person it was all better — and damn, he was so much better in person. The attraction between you was immediate and for a long time Lewis denied what he felt, You were much younger than him and you were still Charles' favorite cousin, meaning it was obvious that you were overprotected by the Monegasque. Which reduced any possibility of a relationship between you and the British pilot to zero.

However, there are no forces sufficient to prevent the universe from moving its strings in any way it wants, so it wasn't long before you and Lewis were making out in every free corner, be it the driver's lounge, the Ferrari motorhome or one of the secluded spots at the team parties. Eventually, the attraction between Lewis and you grew to the point where it became something strong and lasting, well, Charles' efforts to keep you away from Lewis were in vain.

You adored Lewis, you loved how he took care of you, how he made it clear that you were his priority, Lewis treated you like no other guy your age had ever treated you.

Lewis would never admit that he liked how much older he was than you, he loved the way you trusted his experience and maturity, allowing him to take care of you in the best way possible, because there is nothing he loves more than making sure his little girl is completely happy.

CARLOS SAINZ - Fake Dating

Carlos needed a fake girlfriend to calm the media and you needed a miracle to cover your student expenses, so the two of you ended up combining business with pleasure. The two of you made a deal, you just had to pretend in front of the media and friends — everyone had to believe the charade, even family members — you were supposed to accompany him on some races and root for him, post pictures together, and Carlos would pay for everything you needed until you graduated, which was, more or less, another semester and a half. And most importantly, feelings could not be involved.

With everything combined, what could go wrong, right? But of course, everything went wrong the exact moment you realized that Carlos was the perfect boyfriend material.

How could you not fall in love with the guy who opened doors for you? Or who would pick you up at the university gates with a rose? You were getting involved and this went against the agreement you and Carlos had established. You couldn't tell if Carlos also ended up developing feelings in the meantime, he was a difficult man to scrutinize, and it was easy for you to assume that it wasn't reciprocated and before your heart was broken, you broke the agreement, returned everything Carlos had given you — as part of your act — and the money.

What you didn't know is that Carlos was in the same situation as you and it wasn't at all pleasant for him to find a note from you and all the gifts he had given you. You left and left him with just a "sorry, I can't anymore"; and in a few weeks, you didn't know how, but Carlos found you at the guesthouse where you were staying.

And there, standing in the hallway of that modest boarding house where you were staying, Carlos confessed to you, shouting that you couldn't leave him without him trying to win you over. You laughed and kissed him, because the Spaniard didn't need to try, he had already done it.

CHARLES LECLERC - Marriage of Convenience

Your family and Charles' family had been friends for years — really many years — and it only took one drunken night for your father and his to make an agreement, they would unite their families in marriage.

Her marriage to Charles.

And it was all well and good, if you two hadn't hated each other since the first time you saw each other. God knew you tried to be nice to Charles, but he took immense pleasure in being nothing short of unpleasant to you; he loved to laugh at you, he picked on you for everything you did, he handed you over to your parents when you were up to no good, so it didn't take long for you to start hating the boy.

You exchanged barbs at every opportunity you had, you begged your father to break off the engagement, after all you didn't want to marry someone who openly hated you. However, with the sudden death of Charles' father, any chance of breaking off the engagement fell by the wayside, and you were doomed to a failed marriage from the start because you hated your fiancé and it was completely reciprocated.

You tried to propose a deal to Charles, that you two break the commitment, he was adamant, there would be a wedding. And you didn't understand, why did he want to marry you if he hated you? With this doubt, you tested Charles' patience until he confessed that there was never any real hatred, he provoked you because he thought it was the only way to make you notice him.

Taken by surprise, you didn't know how to react other than to move away from him. You were confused by that revelation, both with Charles and with your own feelings; however, there was no distance really, because Charles almost set up camp on your doorstep. It was his turn to annoy you and it was no different, you fought until you ended up kissing. Not once, not twice, but several times until you both admitted that it was never hate, in fact. You two were married in the middle of spring, in a chateau in France,

LANDO NORRIS - Strange to Lovers

It all started with a blind date gone wrong, Lando ended up getting the wrong table and this resulted in the two of you talking until the restaurant closed and you two were asked to leave the place, only then did you discover that he was not the guy you were dating. Not that you thought it was bad, Lando was great! He was funny, witty and kind, he made sure to drop you off at home and took your phone, so what if he got the wrong table? He even had an amazing date with a stunning girl, so in the end, nothing had really gone wrong.

After that meeting, you unfortunately didn't go out anymore because of your racing schedule, but you exchanged messages every day, it didn't matter what the subject was, it could be something about Formula One or the puppy video you sent him. Talking to Lando was easy, it didn't even seem like you met by chance, when you noticed, you had already been talking for almost nine weeks, you had two more dates. On your first date, Lando insisted on taking you to an art gallery that had recently opened in London, on your second date, you took him to karaoke.

When you really realized it, Lando was no longer a stranger, you had his clothes in your drawers and he kept his skin care products in his bathroom cabinet. You and Lando had a firm agreement, to always talk, never go to bed angry, and never hide anything—not that you could hide anything, since you were already so intertwined with each other that nothing could remain hidden between you anymore.

You attended his races, whenever you had free time, Lando would be attending your exhibitions. Honestly, that wrong meeting was the best thing that happened to both of you.

OSCAR PIASTRI - Friends to Lovers

Friends since childhood, they went through all the stages of each other's lives, Oscar had been in your life for so long that you couldn't even imagine what it would be like without him. You supported him when he decided to become a pilot, you watched every race you could and in return, Oscar was at all of his college presentations.

People always thought you were more than friends, but Oscar always gave a shy smile and reinforced that you were just friends, you don't know when or how, but at some point it started to bother you. And that didn't make sense, because you were really just friends.

There was no you without Oscar and there was no Oscar without you.

When he managed to move up to F1, you made sure to buy a box of orange fireworks to celebrate, so what if you were living on the East Coast of the United States? Oscar deserved the fireworks. He made sure to send you a beautiful bouquet of tulips — orange because that was your color all along — a huge breakfast, and a sweet note when you graduated from college.

Little by little, the obligations of adult life, the racing calendar and everything else began to take up all of your time and this decreased the frequency of conversations between you and Oscar. You didn't even notice that you weren't talking to your best friend as often anymore, you only realized that you hadn't spoken to each other in weeks when the news broke that he was dating.

You didn't understand why it hurt so much, maybe because he didn't tell you or because he was dating an old colleague of yours... Either way, it hurt to know that, but you sent him a message, wishing him well. You talked for a while, but it felt strange, something had changed between you.

But you didn't focus on that, Oscar was happy and you were happy for him, so you put the discomfort aside, the important thing was that your best friend was radiant. Your feelings weren't important.

Maybe the boiling point was Christmas, you returned to Australia to spend the holidays with family, completely forgetting that the Piastri were also part of the family, so there was Oscar. You expected to find his girlfriend there, but it was just Oscar, your Christmas present, and his signature shy smile. When you asked where his girlfriend was, Oscar said he didn't have a girlfriend, and when you wanted to know why, his answer was very succinct: she wasn't you.

Your heart raced like an eight cylinder engine when he kissed you and fuck, that was the best Christmas ever.

MAX VERSTAPPEN - Enemies to Lovers

You were Max Verstappen's new teammate at Red Bull and if love at first sight existed, you and Max created hate at first sight. You hated each other so much, both on and off the track. You found Max to be impulsive, disrespectful and arrogant, concluding, for you, Max was a total idiot.

In Max's eyes, you were stubborn, showy, and nosy, completely irritating. You fought over everything, from the current strategy to the can of energy drink, the journalists loved the fight between you, the team tried to pacify in the best way, but you and Max? All it took was a spark for you to start a fire.

Your fans speculated that there was much more behind all the hate.

You don't remember which race it was, but it was in the middle of a chicane where you and Max were racing for first place when your front wings collided, you don't even know who crashed into who, you just remember spinning on the track and hitting the barrier. Max continued the race and took the podium that Sunday. You were furious when you arrived at the pits, just like Michael Schumacher at the 1998 Belgian GP. You were shaking with anger, your engineer tried to calm you down, your manager, but no one could calm your fury.

That was the worst fight you two ever had, it was bad enough that you decided to cut off all communication with Max, you felt like a pawn in his hands, you really thought he had used you to win the race, and you couldn't even explain how frustrated that made you.

This made things very bad within Red Bull, you deliberately ignored Max, you didn't even respond to his provocations anymore, it was as if Verstappen didn't even exist. And it bothered Max more than he would like to admit, it was like an itch that wouldn't go away. You couldn't ignore him forever.

Max approached you in the hotel hallway, he forced you to listen to him. You had to drag him into your room before the other guests witnessed another fight between the Red Bull drivers. None of you knew when or how, but when you realized it, you were tangled up in your bed, uttering insults between groans and pleas; after that night something changed, the rivalry remained as strong as before, in fact even more so, because you were hungry for the title of world champion, and wouldn't let her future marriage to Max get in the way of that. After all, friends are friends, business is business.

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On The Highest Place On The Podium || LH44

summary: Fortunately, the Paris Olympics coincided with Formula One's summer break, and Lewis had no plans other than to watch his girlfriend shine at the games.

request: @evasmlp

cw: nothing but cuteness and unconditional support from Lewis in the stands

a/n: I loved this request because I can use the joke of Lewis being a wag during the games, so I'll try to make it cute and funny, I might fail, but let's see what happens. My knowledge of rhythmic gymnastics is equally scarce, so don't take it seriously, it's all nonsense. This will be short, unfortunately it's what I can do right now (I have a fucking headache

"Excuse me, excuse me," he asked as he walked to his seat, mumbling apologies. Luckily the competition hadn't started yet, so he hadn't asked for anything. The gym was packed and flags of several countries were seen there, he looked around, searching for her among the competitors and as if he was attracted by a magnet, Lewis found her at the opposite end. Y/N was wearing the Spanish team's tracksuit pants and royal blue leotard that made her stand out among the other gymnasts; Lewis could see that his fiancée was anxious, she rubbed her hands on her arms and He looked around, he knew she was analyzing her opponents, even from afar the pilot could see the gears in her head turning.

Lewis wanted to be there for her and support her, tell her she would do fine, but he knew Y/N and in moments of tension, she preferred to focus alone or with the team, and being an athlete, Lewis understood her need, so ok, he would stay in the stands, cheering for her.

S/N took a deep breath, she would open the finale session with the ribbon, it was her first Olympics, and she felt that the entire weight of her country was on her shoulders; she repeated her mantra, trying to stay centered and calm, and didn't look at the stands, didn't want to know if there were Spanish flags among the fans, she didn't want to look for Lewis either. It was stupid, but she was afraid of disappointing her people and her fiancé, so she kept her eyes on the ground, looking at her blue nails also escaping from the slipper.

"Are you ready, Y/N?"

"Fuck no, but this is the best way" she replied and took off her tracksuit pants, she had chosen Hips Don't Lie as the theme for her solo, the trainer handed her the equipment and she walked to the edge of the mat, Y/N arranged the ribbon around her feet, waiting for the music to start.

As the sound echoed through the gym, Y/N spun on one foot, making the ribbon tremble around her, everyone seemed enchanted by her performance, as if Y/N and her ribbon were one. She ran across the mat and jumped, doing a split in the air as the ribbon fluttered above her head and Y/N finished the performance with a pike.

Lewis was the first to stand up, clapping loudly as he watched his girlfriend thank him and leave the mat, he didn't understand anything about gymnastics, but from what I knew, S/N had a good performance and would have high grades, the chance to go from seventh place to second and securing the silver medal for Spain were great Lewis was rooting for her to make it.

S/N swallowed more than half of the contents of the isotonic bottle, she kept her eyes on the screen while waiting for the note, her heart was a war drum, beating non-stop. 14,987 points, the highest score that she had already received in her career as a gymnast, with that she was on the podium, not the second one as she was thinking, but the first one. If everything went well, she would be Olympic champion! S/N was surrounded by the team, congratulating her and celebrating her grade.

She picked up her phone and checked her messages, smiling at the words of support and cheering from family and friends and of course, a beautiful photo taken by Lewis, at the exact moment she jumped.

You were amazing, doll, I'm proud of you.

She sobbed, holding back tears. Lewis had been so supportive of her last year as she qualified for the Olympics, he had accompanied her to the championships, and even though Y/N denied it, and Lewis was her master sponsor, and he didn't regret a single penny spent on his bride's brilliant career.

Thank you love, I wouldn't be here without you.

She looked for him in the stands, in the middle of the presentation, Lewis took a seat near the team, he needed to be with her after the solo.

Where are you?

Behind you, sweetness

She smiled widely as she jumped onto the bench to hug her fiancé. Lewis kissed her entire face, finishing with a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Of course you'd be here without me, you're amazing, love," he murmured, cupping her face in his hands. "and you're going to win the gold, showing everyone that you're the best."

"Lewis," she scolded, but she kept smiling.

A few minutes later, Y/N returned to the mat, this time with the hoop, this time she chose Julio Iglesias as the backdrop and again. Lewis watched in fascination as the bride gliding gracefully across the mat, she handled the hoop masterfully, humming the song as she performed. Lewis was so proud of her, so happy that she was achieving her goals, slowly but steadily.

Lewis was proud to be engaged to her, he loved talking about her and knew his next helmet would have the same pattern as her leotard, Lewis would honor his future wife in the best way possible.

Y/N couldn't hold back her tears as she heard the Spanish anthem play, she was in her highest place, with the Spanish flag around her body. She had done it, the highest place on the podium was hers, cleanly and honestly. The photo of her on the podium was of S/N kissing the medal, red from crying as she looked at the fruit of her effort.

She looked at Lewis, her heart swelling with pride in her fiancé's eyes. She had secured the two highest places she had ever wanted: the top of the podium and a place in Lewis's heart.

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Underworld Sun || LH44

summary: It only took an unpretentious visit to a local florist for all of Lewis's convictions to come crashing down, and finally the lord of the Underworld found what was missing in his lonely existence.

cw: dark content, slightly stalkerish behavior, nostalgia, pure smut, Lewis!dom x reader!sub, revelation, mention of magic, violence, outbursts of rage, (fake) naivety, devotion, deep love, soulmates, family interference, mention of kidnapping.

a/n: I confess that the final part of the first chapter shouldn't have happened, but when I saw it, the two were already getting to know each other. But nothing I can't get around, just a shortcut in the story's timeline. By the way, I need to thank you for the 100 followers, this story wouldn't be here if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be, so thank you, thank you very much 🫶🏼

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The static made the hairs on both of their arms stand on end, he had never felt that before and for a moment Zeus's words came back to his mind. But it didn't make sense because the woman in front of him didn't have any trace of sacred energy, she was just an ordinary human, no divine traces. The itch in his chest increased when he saw her cheeks flush, so he hadn't been the only one to feel that way.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Lewis... How can I help you? You don't seem like a flower person."

"I really don't like flowers, but I think my house needs a little... life." He wanted to laugh at the irony, but kept his face impassive.

"Luckily for you, I have the perfect flowers right here," she said, her voice high with excitement. Y/N walked through the maze of pots, packages of soil and other objects. "I have a beautiful pot of strelitzia, it's a big plant but it adds incredible charm to any environment..."

Lewis nodded, following her at a safe distance, watching her point to some flowers and plants, for such a small space, there was a giant variety of species. Perhaps the flower shop was bigger on the inside than on the outside, he observed dryly.

"I have black desert roses, I think violet tulips..." She was faster than Lewis could follow, Y/N picked up a beige ceramic vase, and was placing flowers in it randomly. "I need orchids, hold them here for me, please" she handed the vase to him and disappeared inside the flower shop, returning with two flowers hanging in her hands.

He didn't understand how that mess of flowers and some dried plants could be. Y/N gave him a grateful smile as she took the vase from his hands and added the flowers she had picked. Within a few minutes, The florist organized the arrangement, and what was a mess turned into something beautiful. Even if he tried, he couldn't do something like that.

Something beautiful, vivid and graceful.

No, he only knew death, fear and dread.

"For someone who doesn't like flowers, I imagine vibrant colors are a problem... You are very lucky indeed, these black flowers arrived today and people love them, because of how rare they are."

Lewis gave a curt nod, watching her fetch a bag to put the vase in so that it wouldn't ruin the flowers when they were carried.

Y/N taught him about some preservation methods for the flowers in the vase, but he didn't listen to anything, caught up in the way she spoke, how she gestured, It was obvious how much she loved what she did, how she loved finding the right flowers for each customer. It had been a long time, longer than he could count, since he had seen someone work with so much love, so much dedication.

He had always known that humans were petty, arrogant, and cruel, humans would do atrocities for the things they wanted. History had more examples than he could count. Clytemnestra killing her husband after the Trojan War, Lycaon serving human flesh to the gods... And the passing of time confirmed what he already knew, humanity was rotten beyond salvation.

But the woman in front of him challenged his convictions. No matter how deeply Lewis searched her soul, he could find nothing that made her equal to the others.

Y/N was different.

Still lost in his thoughts, Lewis paid for the arrangement, saying she should keep the change.

"I didn't expect to find anything here in this little town, and here I am, going home with a bouquet," he said, making her put away the remaining money.

She smiled widely, the itch on Lewis's chest growing more irritated. "Oh, it was no big deal, Lewis. I'm happy to make sure you take something from us on your trip."

He looked away from her, grabbing the bag from the counter. She followed him out, still chattering excitedly. "Thank you for your attention, Y/N, and for the bouquet, of course. Goodbye."

"Adieu, Lewis." She waved at him as he walked down the small village's only avenue, and he could catch the waves of surprise coming from her as she realized what kind of car he drove. What could he do? Powerful cars were his deadly addiction.

He placed the bag of flowers on the passenger seat and started the car, feeling the sweet scent of the bouquet mix with the smell of expensive leather, creating a unique aroma that Lewis didn't notice he liked it until the air conditioning dispersed the smell.

He arrived in London that same day, he liked how the climate of the English capital lived up to his own temperament, London was cold, gloomy and rainy, thick clouds covered the city for most of the year. Therefore, he thought it only fair that the center of his domains should be located there.

He had barely crossed the building's reception when he was greeted by Megara, the erinyes wore an elegant black suit and no one would ever suspect that this woman was chasing and inflicting madness on men.

"Welcome back, sir," she greeted, turning on her tablet screen as she walked beside him to the private elevator. Many creatures had found other purposes in life in the contemporary era, nymphs had become models and actresses, satyrs had spread throughout the world in various sectors, But the Erinyes met in the corporate world, for the three sisters it was much more fun to see men going crazy over bankruptcy than over madness itself. "Nemesis has returned from the US, the purchase of the Wall Street investment bank has been successfully completed, and Fernando has also returned from Asia."

"I need you to do me a personal favor, Megara," he said as the elevator doors closed. "It's urgent."

"Of course sir, how can I help you?" She quickly turned off the tablet and turned fully to Hades, he handed her the bag of flowers, which she looked at with a raised eyebrow.

"Find out everything about the owner of this flower shop, from her name to how many vaccines she's had, absolutely everything," he was emphatic, seeing the furiæ nod in confusion.

"I'll make sure you have the information today, sir."

"Excellent," he replied and stepped out of the elevator, meeting Hypnos and Thanatos in the waiting room of his office. "I hope you have good news."

"You're not going to tell us how the visit to your family went?" Hypnos commented mockingly, receiving only an eye roll in response.

"Come in... And Megara, change the water in the flowers and place them in my room," he instructed before entering his room, followed by the twin gods. "I still don't understand why they took on different bodies."

"After years of having the same face as my brother, it's fun to be different from him," Tanatos said, his Spanish accent showing.

"Whatever..." He waved his hand in the air, going straight to the small bar to pour himself some whiskey. "I hope things in Suzuka went well, it's not a good time for a war with Susanoo."

"He's reluctant about the terms, we're talking about millions of souls that could favor their own pantheon..." Thanatos said, unbuttoning his jacket as he sat down. "I was lucky to talk to him, Tsukiyomi doesn't seem so happy to see us in their backyard."

"They can either deal with us in a peace offering or go to war with the Hindu clans, I wouldn't sleep easy knowing I might wake up with Shiva stabbing my neck" Hypnos said.

"Exactly, if they want us to keep their territory safe, the soul deal is a very small payment," Lewis said. "They'll accept it, it's a small pantheon and they did not know how to maintain their powers in the transition of the ages. Where have you been all this time?"

"The Fates called me to the hut"

The mention of the spinners of fate puzzled Lewis. What could they possibly want? If there was a new prophecy coming, he would know about it.

"What did they want?"

"The walls of Tartarus are crumbling," Sebastian said simply and Lewis snorted, it wasn't enough that Persephone was alive again, he still had to deal with the possibility of a new Titanomachy.

From zero to ten, how fucked was he?

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What it's like to date them || F1 Grid

cw: cuteness, display of affection, obscenity (?), a little dirty and degrading, love in its purest form.

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1 x latina!fem reader

a/n: after days without posting anything, I'm back, before you ask, I have the draft of Underworld Sun started, I have a Toto oneshot halfway through and something else in the draft, however,I wanted to write this because I know you like it and I like to make my readers happy, so enjoy!

he is a complete gentleman, he opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you to sit down;

LEWIS HAMILTON:

even though he is very discreet, he makes sure everyone knows that you are his;

he loves it when you wear his clothes publicly or clothes with his name and/or number on them;

flowers, gifts, even a car, he loves to spoil you with anything you want;

jealous? Absolutely not, he knows that no one is good enough to attract his attention;

he loves your legs, completely in love with them and loves them even more when they are around his waist or head;

kisses on the hand and forehead are common things in your daily lives;

he loves it when you speak to him in his native language, he pretends he doesn't understand anything just to see you blush when he asks what it means;

there are many photos of you on his Instagram, without any further comments;

he likes privacy, so no quick sex in risky places;

in fact, he hates quick sex because he likes to fuck you in his own time, without rushing;

'Mrs. Hamilton's, 'my love', 'my life', 'darling', that's all he talks to you about.

but it's not because you're not going to have sex in some risky place that he won't tease you, he fucking loves seeing you trying to control yourself, keeping your composure;

fetish for compliments? Yes;

even if they are degrading compliments;

“You're so beautiful, baby, how can someone so beautiful be so depraved?”

you are the paddock's favorite couple;

CARLOS SAINZ:

he carries your bag or anything you have in your hand;

'mi reina', 'corazón', 'mi tesoro', 'mi cielo' is what he always calls you;

he takes you to Mallorca whenever he can;

sex in the car, sex in the driver's lounge, sex after the races, sex anywhere;

if there is an argument, his father is on his side;

you hate that he pays for things for you, but he doesn't care, he will pay for anything you want;

he is always, always touching you;

he always takes you to parties where he knows Latin music will be playing, because he loves to see you dance;

he loves to fuck you in your old bedroom at your parents' house, with your family downstairs;

long, overstimulating foreplay;

cute declarations of love in spanish and italian because yes;

he loves dancing reggaeton, salsa, samba or bachata with you;

yours, completely yours. He dedicates victories to you, you are the one he turns to in bad times, it is always about you;

sometimes he doesn't pay attention to what you say because he's obsessed with the movements of your mouth, he loves your mouth, kisses you whenever he can and loves the feeling of your lips around his cock;

kink size, kink size, kink, size, kink size, kink size;

"Don't make noise, corazón, we don't want your parents to hear you moaning, right?"

you are always holding hands, in any situation, anywhere;

CHARLES LECLERC:

he himself took his things to his house, clothes, cosmetics, books...;

he records TikTok trends with you;

he loves kissing you, from little pecks, cute kisses, to those that take your breath away and leave you anxious;

he understands a little Spanish and no Portuguese, but he loves to hear you speak and tries to use Google Translate (and fails miserably);

dance with him, dance for him, for God's sake just dance;

he loves your home country, loves knowing that you come from a different culture than his and wants to learn everything;

you are always traveling around your country, he loves dating a Latin girl;

it takes you to the best places in Monaco;

and fucks you in all of them;

'mon amour', mon cœur, 'mon ange', 'mon bébé', 'douceur', are some of the nicknames he calls you;

even if it is risky;

he installed The Sims on his computer for you to play;

He always wants you, his desire for you knows no bounds;

call him to fuck anytime, he will want to. Always;

he prepares movie sessions for you in the living room;

he cooks for you (and he's good at it);

Leo likes you more than you like him, and he loves it;

he always takes you to the Paddock, but keeps you away from Max Verstappen (for safety);

he loves (a lot) your hips, he's always touching them, holding them tightly, he's in love with that part of your body and loves it when you wear clothes that highlight this area;

"S'il te plaît, mon amour, sit on my face"

he's a complete sucker for you;

LANDO NORRIS:

there are few things he loves more than you;

he is literally the guy who likes to get hit by beautiful women;

especially if it's you;

he loves (so fucking much) when you speak Spanish or Portuguese to him;

and is learning the language;

wear his clothes and have him on his knees for you;

he buys you many, many books, just so you read to him;

always posts photos of yourself on Instagram stories;

quality time, absolutely, he loves spending time with you;

he is completely versatile, he has no problem letting you take charge sometimes;

he actually loves it when you boss him around;

unexpected trips, gifts, he loves to spoil you;

he likes to leave marks on you, nothing too rude, just something that reminds you of him at random times;

no problem teasing you in public, seeing you blushing and breathless without being able to react is his guilty pleasure;

very much in favor of caresses on the back of the neck or chin;

you can interrupt when he is playing, but only you;

he looks for you at the end of races, before anyone else;

'my dear', 'sweetie', 'bae' are the ways he likes to call you;

he loves it when you sit on his lap voluntarily;

he loves your eyes, but he doesn't deny that your breasts are his favorite part;

he sleeps with his hand on his chest, always;

"Five minutes, I just need five minutes with you, sweetie."

he likes to keep things low-key, call him low profile if you want;

OSCAR PIASTRI:

literally the kind of guy who only smiles with his girlfriend;

he is the good guy, he buys you flowers, drops you off at home, sends you letters, buys you chocolates;

the guy your parents would like you to marry;

the guy who always makes you cum before him (multiple times);

makes a point of leaving a discreet reference to you on the helmets;

buy food and things that remind you of your country;

as much as he love to see you speaking your native language, he feel embarrassed to ask you to speak;

he always does what you want because he knows you will do what he wants in bed;

words of affirmation, but always by letter or text message;

he has a sweet face, angelic even, but he's the kind of guy who takes you to the limit, makes you cum multiple times, leaves you overstimulated;

take him to see your country, he will love seeing the place where you grew up;

a little basic? Yes, he just calls you 'love' or 'angel' and you love it;

He will make a point of participating in your hobbies or reading your favorite books so he can talk to you;

he is a fan of soap operas, he watches them all with you;

he listens to his favorite playlists;

he loves your hands, his hand is always intertwined with yours;

but he also loves your legs, he wastes a lot of minutes of his life looking at them when you wear skirts, shorts and dresses;

"Can you give me one more, honey? I know you can"

MAX VERSTAPPEN:

he's crazy about you, completely and utterly in love with you;

that's why he's your number one fan, he follows everything you do, he roots for you and he doesn't try to hide it;

yes, he's jealous and hates other people wanting you, after all you are his;

but he loves it when you wear clothes that flatter you and insists that you wear them, after all anyone who tries something against you will have to fight with him;

He is intense, and he makes sure you know, the kisses, the touches, all his demonstrations towards you carry this intensity;

he loves to do what you want, spoiling you is the least he does;

be a spoiled brat, he will love it;

he will fight anyone for you;

he loves the fact that you are Latina, he loves it when you speak to him in Spanish or Portuguese;

he loves when you cook for him;

he always gives you tulips, he knows you don't like roses;

he doesn't care about the place or who is listening, he will want to fuck you anywhere, as long as they don't see you;

speaking of which, he prefers to see you from above, or any other position that sees your face;

breeding kink? yes. brat behavior? yes!

he loves to dominate you, make you needy and anxious for him;

'mijn liefde', 'mijn engel', 'mijn meisje', he prefers these nicknames to refer to you;

he likes to text you;

or when you wear his clothes;

whatever you want, it's yours;

root for him and you'll have the best night of your life (until he gives you another one)

"Don't be spoiled, dear, I always give you what you want"

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Day Off || F1 Grid

cw: nothing but superficiality, cuteness, intimate but not obscene moments, sharing moments, mention of gossip. Just pilots resting

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1

a/n: I had this written a couple of days ago, but Tumblr just "ate" the only file I had and I lost everything. I was so mad I didn't even want to write anymore, but damn, This is too good a HC to waste, so okay, let's try again (remembering to save periodically this time 🫡

LEWIS HAMILTON:

You and Lewis had created a reading list to complete throughout the year, you bet there were about a hundred books on the list, titles ranging from classic literature, biographies, poems, and contemporary literature. Books that you and Lewis wanted to read together or the books you thought the other should read.

So it was common for the two of you to spend the pilot's day off reading in bed while listening to blues or jazz on the speakers. You read together, wrote reviews of the books you read and discussed them.

He was reading Percy Jackson and the Mark of Athena and you were reading Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka.

"So? What did you think?" He asked, marking the page he was on, Lewis had just started the last chapter and you had already finished reading.

"He does go through a metamorphosis and it's extremely unpleasant to imagine, but I've read more unpleasant books," you confessed, putting the book on the bedside table. "Four stars, and you?"

He snorted "Piper is so boring, damn she only knows how to think about Jason and how she doesn't like being the daughter of Aphrodite, so boring"

"God, yes! I don't like her either... Anyway, I'll wait for you to finish, and then we can choose the next one."

"Sure, honey," he kissed her temple and returned to reading just as Etta James began to sing "At Last." You settled into it, petting Roscoe as he lay beside you. This is the best way to enjoy your day off.

CARLOS SAINZ:

Carlos was at a stage where he wanted you to learn golf to play with him, after all the sport was a tradition for him and the Spaniard wanted you to be part of it, but you were terrible. You were really bad at golf, but that didn't make he want to teach you any less.

And well, you didn't like golf either, you didn't understand the sport, the scoring was weird, there were at least half a dozen different clubs and you couldn't even cheer.

But at least the clothes were cute and the cars were cool.

"Let's go, amor, I'll teach you," he said, going to pick you up in the golf cart. Lando, who was accompanying them this time, leaned his body on the golf club, waiting.

"Carlos, I'm terrible at this, you know," you grumbled, taking the bat he offered you. Carlos was a persevering man, you had to admit. He stood behind you, teaching you again how to perform the shot, instructing you to separate your legs and take a deep breath.

"I bet you five bucks she'll throw the ball in the lake"

"Shut up, Lando," you both said.

You followed his instructions and hit the ball...

...that fell into the lake.

"I knew"

"Shut up, Lando"

CHARLES LECLERC:

A day off for Charles meant you would get to visit his favorite spots, from a famous restaurant to a little coffee shop tucked away in a city alley. Sometimes he would take you to the south of France to see some chateau, other times he would just rent a chalet for you to be together in privacy, and you had lost count of how many times they had gone to Italy to see the vineyards and villas on the border with Monaco.

This time, you were preparing for a slightly longer itinerary, you had suggested visiting the Grace Kelly exhibit before heading to the cottage he had rented for the weekend.

"Got everything you need, mon cher?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist in a sweet hug.

"It depends, I know we're going to see the Grace Kelly exhibit, but I have no idea where we're going after, you say a cottage and I don't know whether to bring a bikini or coats" you mumbled, looking at her handbag.

"Take both just in case, you know spring can have unpredictable weather"

"Are you saying that so you don't give me a hint about where we're going?" You turned in his arms, facing the pilot. "That's not fair."

"You'll like it, mon ange, I promise"

"At least tell me if it's still in Monaco..." You tried to persuade him, sliding your nails lovingly along his chin, making the Monegasque shiver and let out a heavy breath.

"You're not taking me to the siren song, pretty girl." He gave you a quick kiss and a light slap on your ass before leaving. "We'll leave in fifteen minutes."

LANDO NORRIS:

Lando's downtime with you was spent playing games, you thought it was counterproductive to fuel his competitiveness when he should have been resting, but this routine of games with you made him much calmer and more relaxed when he returned to work. Ironic? Yes, but it worked.

You two played anything, Monopoly, Naval Battle, Game of Life, Detective, W.A.R, Uno, even checkers or cards. Any game was fair game.

The problem is that you got really competitive, your friends even gave up trying to play with you because the game turned into a battlefield.

"You lowlife cheater, did you really throw a +4 at your fiancée?!" You yelled at him, Lando laughed and blew you a kiss before dodging the pillow you threw at him.

"You know how things work, honey. Just because I love you doesn't mean I'm going to let you beat me."

"This will come back!" You bought the four cards he forced you to. "I really hate you."

"And you are the love of my life"

"Die, you jerk," you snapped and he laughed.

Lando could feel all the tension leaving his shoulders, playing with you always made him relax, no matter how aggressive and passionate you became in the game.

OSCAR PIASTRI:

Considering that Oscar was always traveling and there were few really usable pages in his schedule, any time the two of you could have together should be taken full advantage of, and For both of them, there's nothing better than an afternoon of movies.

You two had created a list of movies on Letterboxd and the chosen one of the day would be Interstellar.

Oscar was making popcorn while you were arranging the blankets and pillows on the couch, so what if it was the height of summer in Australia? There in the apartment, the air conditioning was hovering below fifteen degrees, keeping the room at a favorable climate for you and your boyfriend to cuddle while watching astronauts lost in space.

"I thought you were going to choose Anatomy of a Fall," he muttered, placing the food on the coffee table, popcorn with cheese, assorted snacks, chocolates and ice cream and of course, lemon soda.

"I was dubious, but you know I love any movie that has Matthew McConaughey in it," you said, getting under the covers, accompanied by Oscar, "and of course, The movie's soundtrack is perfect, I use it to study..."

"Have you watched it?"

"No, I was waiting for you, but I discovered the playlist... I'll send you the link, you'll love it"

He hummed in agreement and you pressed play on the movie, Many times you paused the film to comment on something or express your theories. It made the movie session better, Oscar didn't mind listening to you talk about it and you loved his theories.

It was, without a doubt, the best way to enjoy the break.

MAX VERSTAPPEN:

He would rather be playing, sleeping or, I don't know, watering the plants, but you always dragged him to a skin care session. You spread different creams on his face, plucked some extra hairs from his eyebrows, trimmed his beard.

As much as he denied it, Max learned to enjoy it, being taken care of by you was one of his guilty pleasures. And it all got better when you started gossiping without any trace of shame. He talked about what went on behind the scenes in F1 and you shared news about work and your condominium.

"I'm still sad that Logan was let go, he had a lot of future," you said, sliding the massage stone across his face, spreading the serum into his skin.

"He's a good kid, unfortunately he wasn't ready for Formula One yet, he came in too early and couldn't adapt well... I hope he can find his place" he grumbled, sighing at the gentle massage on his cheekbones.

"Yes... Williams was very ungrateful to him and I won't elaborate on that" you said a little bitterly and Max laughed, you always positioned yourself as a defender of the poor and oppressed.

"Yes... I won't elaborate on that either... It's better"

You both were silent until you clicked your tongue.

"Uh, I almost forgot to tell you, last week there was a horrible fight at the condominium meeting.

He opened his curious eyes "You can tell me everything, dear"

"The neighbor at 1165 caught her husband with the building manager and the building manager's husband in her bed"

"What the fuck?! Are you kidding?!"

You laughed, putting away the massage stone and sliding your fingers firmly over Max's face "you had to see it, she put together a PowerPoint with photos and screenshots of the conversations"

Max laughed out loud "damn, I wish I had seen..."

"It was a real fight, they argued and everything, it was really fun to watch"

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Underworld Sun || LH44

summary: It only took an unpretentious visit to a local florist for all of Lewis's convictions to come crashing down, and finally the lord of the Underworld found what was missing in his lonely existence.

cw: dark content, slightly stalkerish behavior, nostalgia, pure smut, Lewis!dom x reader!sub, revelation, mention of magic, violence, outbursts of rage, (fake) naivety, devotion, deep love, soulmates, family interference, mention of kidnapping.

a/n: I know, I know it took me a while to post, I ended up getting distracted by short stories, but I'm not going to abandon Underworld Sun, I've already created an attachment to this story and I need to finish it (when? I have no idea) Anyway, forgive me for the delay and enjoy!

prologue | chapter one |

Everything was converging into chaos and Lewis was feeling on edge. He knew the walls of Tartarus were weakening, his powers were too and Lewis had no idea why. The twin gods looked at him, trying to understand what Lewis was thinking, but he remained with a stony expression, he gave no clue as to his thoughts.

"Are you going to talk to Zeus?" Fernando asked, seeing Lewis give him a death glare.

"Zeus does not need to know everything that happens in my domain, let that be clear" he retorted bitterly, no matter how much Zeus had changed in the last millennia, he was still Zeus, the arrogant king of the gods who thought he could stick his nose wherever he wanted. He definitely didn't need his brother giving his opinion on what was going on in the underworld.

He waved the twins away, ignoring their whispers.

He sank into the armchair, feeling like Atlas holding up the vault of heaven was something common for him. Lewis closed his eyes tightly, trying to give his body some serenity and calm, but it had been millennia since he had known what rest was.

A knock on the door brought him out of his self-pity session and he saw Tisiphone enters with a bouquet of flowers in a vase.

“Where do I leave it, sir?” she asked. In the vase, the bouquet of flowers looked bigger and more beautiful. Lewis indicated the sideboard behind his desk, which had a privileged view of London and the flowers there would make the view even more pleasant.

“Is Alecto back yet?” he asked, turning his chair to look at the bouquet, hoping the flowers would end his problems like a miracle.

“She is on her way, she was intercepted by Hermes, he seemed very interested in her itinerary” if Tisiphone wanted to know where her sister was, she didn't show it. That was one of the things he liked about the creatures who worked for him, there was no gossip, everyone was too focused on their work to want to interfere in other people's lives.

“I would like to understand why the Olympians are so excited to get involved in the interests of the Underworld. No one wanted to take the wheel when Zeus offered, but everyone wants to know what happens here.” He grumbled. “Bring the Fates here, Tisiphone, immediately and cancel all my appointments, I will be available only to Alecto.”

“Of course sir, excuse me” she left, leaving the echo of her heels spreading through the room. The soft scent of flowers emanated throughout the room, keeping the memory of the French florist alive, Lewis could still hear her voice and even feel the static from when he touched her. That girl shouldn't be on his mind, he shouldn't even know her name, but he sent Alecto after information about her. Lewis wanted to know everything, even how many vaccinations she must have had.

Before the knock even sounded, he waved his fingers so the door would open.

“The Fates, sir.” Tisifone said before closing the door, Lewis kept his back to the entrance, but he heard similar footsteps approaching his table, footsteps that followed the same rhythm, but so different.

“Boy, you wouldn't call us here to keep your backs to us,” he heard a drawn-out, tired voice scold him.

Lewis turned around and found three identical, yet completely different women. Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, the living personification of the destiny of men, gods and beasts. Even Zeus surrendered to the power of those women.

Clotho was young, her appearance hovered between fifteen and twenty years old, thick and wild brown hair, intense green eyes and an enigmatic smile, she loved to speak riddles. Clotho was the spinner of fate and together with Artemis and Ilithia, she cared for women in labor.

Lachesis was a mature woman, in her forties, with a few gray strands in her brown hair, wrinkles around her eyes and a deep voice. Lachesis decided the fate of creatures as she pulled and wound the thread of their lives. Lewis was usually with her, assisting in that duty along with Tyche and Moros.

Atropos was the last woman, a wise old woman. Her hair was completely gray and full of wrinkles, her body was tired and bent with the weight of age, her green eyes conveyed the wisdom of ages, Atropos carried ancient knowledge that he could not even imagine, she cut the thread of life, flanked by Thanatos and Moros.

Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos were the same woman at different stages of life, marking youth, adulthood and old age. The spinners of fate who kept the wheel of fortune turning forever and ever until the end of time.

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I know the wheel can’t stop,” he said, keeping his tone pleasant, Hades didn’t cultivate respect for many individuals. In fact, he hated most of them, gods and humans, he made no distinction. Gods for their arrogance, pride and cruelty, humans for mirroring the examples of divine beings so well. “I have just one question to ask”

“Is this about the little French girl from this morning? She’s adorable, a beautiful smile,” Láquesis said, despite the clear mockery in her voice, Lewis knew she was sincere.

“No, it’s not about her,” he waved his hand in the air, dismissing thoughts of her. “I need to know how to hold Tartarus, the world will not endure a second Titanomachy, Cronos cannot be released, ever.”

Not that he cared about humanity, but Tartarus was closely linked to the Underworld, and Hades had a hand in his father's downfall, Being very selfish, he already had enough problems to want to face family shock therapy, his contact with his brothers and nephews was already enough. He didn't need to include his father in this.

“You need to find what you lost, boy,” Clotho said, playing another one of his riddles.

“If Tartarus is falling apart, it’s because something in you is dying, you need to remake yourself to keep the Titans’ prison whole, boy,” Atropos said, raising her skeletal finger.

He frowned in confusion.

He didn't remember losing anything, everything was in its place, he waved his hand to make sure his invisibility helmet and fork were still in his hands. So what would he have lost?

“But how will I know?”

“Follow the flowers, boy, they always know,” the three said before disappearing. Lewis put his hands in his pockets and began to pace back and forth, the conversation that should have cleared up his doubts only fueled more questions. He prided himself on having a good memory, nothing went unnoticed by his mind.

He was getting ready to leave when Alecto showed up, he ordered Furiæ to come in, she was carrying a small yellow folder and looked a little angry.

“Sorry for the delay, sir, I was intercepted by Hermes on my way back,” she apologized as she closed the door, the only sign of her evident anger flaring in Erin’s fiery eyes. Alecto's whole appearance was the picture of calm, except for her eyes. “I got what you asked for, but it was a bit of work” She handed the folder to Hades, in fact there weren't many pages in there, which was strange, considering the girl must have been between nineteen and thirty years old. There was nothing in his life?

“Please give me some information in advance, Alecto,” he asked, pointing to one of the chairs, which she did immediately.

“Y/N Y/L/N is an orphan, sir, she was found on the steps of the convent in Paris, where she lived until she was eighteen, when she entered the faculty of biology in Lyon and moved to Avignon to work in a flower shop specializing in organic cultivation”

He opened the file, finding just over a dozen photos of her, Y/N as a girl, surrounded by other children in the convent's orphanage, another of her as a teenager, holding a huge sunflower vase and a first place trophy. Others of her in college. After that, no other photos.

"Social media?"

“She has a YouTube channel where she teaches how to grow plants, other than that, nothing.”

Lewis was even more intrigued, and left the file on the table. “Okay, that’s all Alecto, you can go, thanks.”

“It was nothing, sir... Excuse me.” She stood up to leave, but paused halfway. “May I have a word of advice, sir?”

“Sure, talk”

“Seek Hecate, she can help you find answers.” With that, Alecto left, leaving Lewis to his ramblings. He had many questions, but no answers. Apparently that was the day to mess with Hades' head, for Rhea's blood.

He read the document, Y/N had graduated with honors from the University of Lyon and had been part of a research group at the university for a year after graduation. She would soon graduate with a master's degree in botany from the University of Avignon. She was an intelligent girl, but shy and withdrawn, with a very small list of friends and only two emergency contacts: the mother superior of the convent in Paris and a friend in Lyon. There was a copy of her orphanage registration and her school records.

No information beyond that.

He turned on his laptop and opened the browser, searching for her YouTube channel, it was active and had a little over 150 thousand views on the entire channel. Y/N updated it every week, posting about the progress of plant growth, recommending plants for different places or just giving growing tips. Lewis watched the vast majority of the videos, Y/N was sweet when she spoke, she showed patience and loved what she did, even though gardening was not one of her interests, he noticed that she had a natural gift for captivating people's attention, no matter what she was talking about.

This only piqued his curiosity further and he decided to leave early, he would follow Alecto's advice and look for Hecate, the goddess of witches and lady of the crossroads would certainly have answers to your questions. When passing by Tisiphone, he reinforced the request to cancel all his commitments.

“What if they ask for you?” she asked wisely and Lewis smiled, putting on his sunglasses.

“To anyone who asks, tell them I’m dead.”

“You assured me she would stay hidden! Now everyone on Olympus knows Persephone is alive and it won’t be long before Hades finds her!”

“You are worrying for nothing, no one will find Persephone, if not even Apollo who sees everything and Athena with her magic mirror managed to find her, Hades will not be able to do so.”

“Are you sure about that?"

“As soon as the sun rises tomorrow, you are worrying for nothing, Hades will not find you, the walls of Tartarus will fall and you will have your revenge, I assure you”

“You better be right, Hades can’t find Persephone.”

“And he won’t, my lady, believe me.”

“When can we plant doubt in Zeus about the integrity of the Titans’ prison?”

“Soon, we will let the gods enjoy what remains of the calm before the storm.”

I don't think I've ever written (or intended to) write something as dirty and obscene as the oneshot Lewis Hamilton x FEM!reader x Fernando Alonso

Even I'm surprised at how dirty this is going to get hehehehehe

One, Two, Three || LH44 & FA14

summary: her plans were to study for her midterms, theirs were to hinder her in any way they could..

cw: bullying, stalking, toxic behavior, jealousy, one, two, three, double p-, name-calling, dubcon(?), degradation, use of nicknames (cutie, little mouse, sweetie, slut, etc.), p in v, fingering, choking, overstimulation, eating p-,provocation, semi public, poorly translated Spanish and other lowlifes that I can't remember right now.

a/n: I changed the plot three times and if this one doesn't come out right, I'm going to f, I'm warning you all. Maybe I've written worse things than this? Yes, but is anyone complaining?

The library was empty at that time, the overwhelming majority of students must have been at the Gamma Kappa Eta party. And that was great for her, because she could study without interruptions. Y/N played the recording of the class and began to redo her notes, picking up points that had gone unnoticed in class.

“Don’t forget to lock everything when you leave, dear,” Margareth, the librarian said as she left, leaving Y/N truly alone in the library. The girl frequented the place so much that she had already become friends with the employees and almost always had lunch with them — or spent hours there, hiding from Lewis and Fernando.

The two mechanical engineering students had been trying to make her life miserable since the first day they laid eyes on her. She long ago abandoned her ambition to understand why she was being persecuted and began trying to protect herself because Alonso and Hamilton could be very, very creative when it came to stalking their favorite victim. Staying out of their sight was his best option most of the time, especially since no campus “authority” would take any action against the university’s model students. There was no way Oxford was going to embarrass the heirs of two of Europe's most influential families in favor of the daughter of a metalworker and a modest lawyer from Liverpool. Damn capitalism, she cursed in a moment of distraction.

“Yes, I’ll lock it, relax Maggie! Have a good rest and see you on Monday!” he replied, waving to the woman. Finally she started studying and wanted to die at the first topic, she loved/hated organic chemistry with all her strength.

Hours later, Y/N was halfway through the audio when she heard the chair next to her being carefully dragged out and a brown bag being placed on the table, She found the worried face of Heikki Kovaleinen, he was still wearing his team jacket and smelled of beer. He had obviously left the Gama Kappa Eta party.

“Cheese pizza, vanilla cupcake and lemon soda, your favorite study menu,” the Finn said kindly.

“Thanks Kova, but you didn't need to, I brought food” and showed the transparent compartmentalized bag, full of pieces of apples, baby carrots, celery and something else that he couldn't even identify.

“God forgive me, but that sounds awful, you literally live up to your nickname bunny sometimes,” he grimaced and snatched the bag from her hands. “If you’re going to study the chemistry of whatever, you need carbohydrates and sugar, otherwise by the time you’re done, you’re going to be growling at people.”

“What do you have against healthy eating?”

“Nothing, usually, but when it comes to you studying, I have a lot of things against you because they all involve you growling at me like an angry chihuahua.” he retorted, shaking in a dramatic way that made her roll her eyes

“Are you sure you want to do physical education and not theater? Because you would make a great dramatic actor,” she commented, pushing her books and notes away so as not to march with fat. “I can’t believe you left the party just to bring me food”

“It's what best friends do, you would do the same for me” he said as if it wasn't important and he was right, Y/N would do the same for him, without thinking twice. “Now that I’ve secured your dinner in a decent manner, I’ll head back to the party, I’ve left some cheerleaders waiting for me, and you know I'm a gentleman, I hate to keep a lady waiting,” he said suggestively, receiving a slap in the chest in response.

“Get the hell out of here, Kovaleinen,” she said. Heikki stood up, straightening his football jacket, and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving. Anyone who saw the scene from the outside would think that they both had something beyond their years-long friendship, but just the mention of a relationship between them made them vomit.

However, not everyone knew this.

She listened to the recording of the class again while eating one of the slices of pizza that Heikki brought, smiling at her best friend's attitude.

Y/N was definitely not a popular person in college, she went unnoticed by most people most of the time and she loved it. But that was before and it wasn't long before a photo of her and Heikki was sent to Fernando Alonso and Lewis Hamilton only to be taken out of context and further fuel their need to torment her.

The party was in full swing and Fernando had one of the cheerleaders on his lap and was inches away from reaching under her pleated skirt when the photo arrived on his cell phone. Y/N was sitting at one of the furthest tables in the library and Kovaleinen was standing, both looking at each other romantically. How did he not know that his little mouse was dating the soccer idiot?

Immediately, he looked for Lewis and the Brit looked at him, both of them were thinking the same thing.

“Get out,” he pushed the cheerleader off his lap and straightened his clothes, checking to make sure there was no smell of beer or the girl’s cloying perfume.

“You’re an idiot!” the cheerleader yelled, rubbing her sore butt from the fall.

“And yet you’re dying to sit on me, aren’t you, bonita?” He gave an arrogant smile and left, meeting Lewis in front of the mansion.

“Did you know that?” he asked Lewis and received a snap in response.

“Do you really think I would have allowed this idiocy if I had known? Especially with that idiot Kovaleinen?”

They both literally marched to the library, finding Y/N at one of the tables in the back, focused on her notebook and holding a huge glass of soda. She was completely disconnected from the rest of the world and that was great for them.

“Get her, I'll lock the door” he instructed his friend. Y/N wore a vintage Oxford sweatshirt and gym shorts, shorter than morals and good manners allowed, fortunately Lewis didn't care much about morals and good manners.

“Little mouse” he said, sitting in the place Heikki was previously and ripped off her headphones, Y/N gripped the pen in apprehension and aimed at one of her bullies, aware that his night of studying had been permanently ruined. “we discovered something interesting today, you know?” he said, looking at the various notes scattered across the table.

Before she could answer, Fernando sat down on the other side, she definitely wouldn't study anymore that night.

“Just imagine, cutie, we were enjoying the party at GKE when we received an interesting photo of a dumb little mouse and that son of a bitch Kovaleinen in the library” Fernando said, as if he were telling a story. “I thought I told you not to let anyone but Lew and me touch you, sweetie, didn’t I, Lew?”

Her eyes widened, not believing they were watching her.

Y/N bit her lip, thinking about what she would say, she wasn't afraid of Alonso or Hamilton, for her they were both nothing more than rich, snobbish and unemployed people who thought they were really badass, but they were nothing more than two toxic idiots.

In one swift motion, Lewis grabbed her jaw firmly enough to hold her still “since you are stupid enough not to understand what we command, we will make sure to reinforce that no one else will touch you, no one.”

Y/N felt her breathing hitch as another hand wrapped around her neck, she wanted to scream and struggle, but she knew no one would hear her and she couldn't fight against the two of them, who were much stronger than her.

Fernando exerted enough pressure on her throat to feel Y/N's heartbeat accelerate against his fingers and her breath catch, the Spaniard smiled, sliding his nose over the small patch of exposed skin, making Y/N jump in her chair. “We think you need to understand what will happen if someone else touches you, especially if it’s Kovaleinen.”

Y/N licked her dry lips and tried to calm herself down, there was nothing nearby that she could use to get rid of the two, not even a pen or something like that. “You are idiots if you think you have any power over this, I will be touched, kissed or fucked by whoever I want” she said petulantly and her nervousness increased when she noticed the cruel smile on Lewis's face, Y/N was no fool, she knew Fernando was smiling the same way.

“Oh, really, love?” Fernando said, slipping his free hand inside her sweatshirt, finding no resistance between his fingers and her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh tightly. “Do you see, Lew? We’re going to have to tame this little slut.”

Y/N clenched her fists even tighter when she felt Fernando's firm grip on one of her breasts. That had been a bad night to go out without a bra. She swallowed any noise she could make and tried to free himself from both of them, but Lewis tightened his grip on his chin and took his left hand in the opposite direction to Fernando's hand, Y/N tried to keep her legs closed, but Lewis held her left thigh with his own legs and without difficulty, he put his left hand inside her shorts.

“We'll have to tame this little mouse again, Nando, because she's too dumb to understand who she belongs to,” Lewis said, pushing his fingers against her clit and Y/N did her best to stay away, that wouldn't happen again. Fucking hell no. “no, no sweetie, don’t even think about running away or screaming, no one will hear you or come to save you.”

Her breath hitched again as Lewis swirled his fingers over the sensitive spot and Y/N cursed her own body because she could feel herself getting wet with each press of his fingers on her clit. Stupid fucking girl, she cursed herself.

She gripped his wrist tightly, trying to push Lewis's hand away from her, but he didn't move an inch away. He spread her juices all over her folds until he slid both fingers inside her, Y/N's hips shook and she groaned, closing her eyes, hating being so surrendered to the two. Without much difficulty, Fernando lifted her coat until Y/N's torso was exposed, he made her bite the hem of the sweatshirt.

“I don't want to hear any sound from you, cutie, or I'll spank you” and with that, he landed a quick slap on one of her nipples, making the tip harden even more. Y/N sank her teeth into the soft fabric, she was angry that she had been subjugated so easily, that they had disrupted her studies, that they thought she belonged to them and mainly with herself for enjoying that shitty situation, again.

She was lost, the feeling of Lewis's fingers moving in and out of her so slowly, combined with Fernando's mouth and hand on her breasts was suffocating; the girl closed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the wave of pleasure from sweeping through her body, She didn't want to feel surrendered, used by them again. Fernando and Lewis loved to criticize, mock and embarrass her at any opportunity they had. Y/N lost count of how many times she had been the butt of jokes in the college hallways or when she had to hide to avoid hearing the malicious laughter of other students. Alonso and Hamilton stole her books several times, she lost count of how many locks they broke on her dorm room or how they liked to point out that she had come from a poor neighborhood. They loved making her life a living hell, turning her academic period into a nightmare she couldn't wait to get out of.

Even the few romantic relationships she did manage to have, the two of them were willing to destroy. No one else at Oxford dared to try anything with her, either because Y/N was an outcast from the university or because Lewis and Fernando would never allow it. She hated them, deeply.

And she hated it even more when the two of them managed to make her as meek and malleable as she was at that moment.

Fernando made her take off her coat for good and used the rope from the hood to tie her hands behind her back, he appreciated every bit of bare skin.Y/N was beautiful, fucking perfect and he hated the thought of anyone other than him and Lewis touching her, making her gasp and moan as sweetly as they did, Alonso was shaking with rage.

But apparently, the little mouse seemed to ignore this and let any other filthy sucker dirty the body that belonged to them.

“Who else can touch you, Y/N?” Lewis asked, pressing his thumb against her clit as he continued to slowly insert his fingers into her tight hole. She wanted to close her thighs, but with Lewis's legs holding her back, it was impossible.

“Whoever the fuck I want,” she growled, clenching around his fingers, making Lewis lick his lips hungrily and irritated by her stubbornness, he pulled his fingers out of her and slapped her swollen bud, Y/N's response was to scream and tremble, pure pleasure spread through her body, making her forget her convictions. “Oh my God, fuck.”

Not allowing her to get used to the sensation, Lewis gave another one in the same place, enjoying her trembling body and weak voice.

“Who, Y/N?”

“Whoever I want, damn it” she insisted, with his voice wavering.

Fernando, who was just watching the two, grabbed her jaw and brought the girl's face towards him, seeing how red her cheeks were and how cloudy Y/N's eyes looked.Her mouth said something her body didn't agree with, so he gave Lewis a quick glance. Sloppily, he scraped the pad of his thumb across her parted lips, watching her breathe harder, no matter what she wanted to say, how many lies she tried to tell, her body would always give away the truth. He and Hamilton just had to know how to handle it.

She let her head fall back as Lewis' fingers entered her pussy again, and everything got more intense when Fernando decided to play with her clit and breasts.

“Alright, alright little mouse, anyone can touch you, Lew and I understand that” he said condescendingly and if Y/N wasn’t intoxicated with pleasure, she would certainly have already sent his condescension to hell. “But do you really think someone will be able to leave you like this? Trembling and moaning so deliciously with just a few touches?”

Her mind melted when she felt Fernando pinch her clit. He stuck his free hand in her hair, forcing her to look at what the two of them were doing to her, how they had total control over her body.

“Do you think anyone is going to make you this wet? Oh little mouse, you’re dumber than we thought, so” he said gently, watching as she trembled, about to cum, her moans escaped and she jumped when she felt another slap on her chest. “I told you not to moan, slut, understand?”

Another slap landed on her breast and Y/N nodded.

“Good girl, now answer Lewis's question, or you won't cum, little mouse" he threatened seeing her eyes water, this made his cock throb under his clothes. He didn't think he would have any fixation on dacryphilia, but damn, he would get addicted to anything Y/N gave him.

She bit her tongue, pissed off at the situation, she knew that if she said what they wanted to hear, she would be fucked beyond belief, but holy shit, she wanted to cum so bad, the pain of a denied orgasm was horrible and she was so close...

“J-Just you, guys, I-I swear” she whimpered. Lewis kissed her damp cheek, Y/N hadn’t even noticed she was crying, in agony from her orgasm. He hated how beautiful Y/N was, how sweet and responsive she was, because no one else could get him as hard as she could. He hated knowing that the only woman he wanted was her. But that hatred wasn't enough to stop him from kneeling in front of her every time and putting his face between the girl's silky legs, didn't stop him from wanting to devour her, from wanting everything she had to give.

“Smart girl,” and with that said, he sped up the thrusts of his fingers, the wet sound echoing obscenely through the library, leaving the trio even more anxious, more needy than they could have. Y/N pushed her hips against his and Fernando's hand, wanting to cum as soon as possible. “Do you want to cum, love?”

“Yes, yes I-I want to” he replied quickly, she rolled her eyes, overcome by maddening lust.

“Ask for it, tesoro” Fernando whispered in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe and the skin of her neck. “Use your pretty words, will you?”

Y/N dug her nails into her palms and tried to stop her body from pushing against their hands, but she was already beyond her control. Lewis and Fernando had managed to break her again. More tears welled up in her eyes, but they didn't even reach beyond her cheekbones because Lewis kissed each one of them.

“Please, please, I-I need it so-so much,” she begged, opening his eyes in time to see the expressions of adoration his two bullies had on their faces. “N-No one else is going to t-touch m-me” she promised and Lewis accelerated even more, hitting her g-spot superficially, Y/N felt her body weaken completely, she was sure she had never come as hard as she did at that moment.

Lewis removed his fingers from her, and moaned when he noticed how sticky they were, he made sure to taste her, literally growling. Fuck, she was so hot, that even hating her seemed impossible.

“So fucking hot, love,” he said, leaving his own fingers clean, and then kissing her hard. Y/N responded to the kiss lazily, still lethargic from the violent orgasm. “You should try it, Nando,” he said after pulling away from her.

“I will,” the Spaniard assured, without much care he knocked all the papers off the table and carefully placed it on the wooden top. Y/N hissed at the contact of the cold wood on her scalding body, she knew that this had been just the first orgasm of many, the two engineering students wouldn't stop until she passed out from cumming so much and even though she hated it, she couldn't wait for it. Only her torso and hips were supported by the furniture, her head hung a little off the table, which made Lewis smile before turning around and facing her, at the same moment that Fernando ripped off her shorts and panties. He groaned deeply as he saw how wet her sensitive folds were, Y/N was glowing with lust in every way; in order to make her more eager, he slid his nose over her groin and inner thighs, enjoying her scent, feeling more hungry for her. Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from moaning, but it was in vain when Fernando literally devoured her pussy, he seemed desperate to taste every bit of her.

“Fuck-” she choked, “so goood” she whimpered and felt Lewis’s hand wrap around her throat.

“Open your mouth wide, sweetie,” he ordered and even without meaning to — who was she trying to fool, Y/N really wanted to, so fucking much — she opened her mouth. She watched as Lewis unzipped his jeans and let them fall around his ankles along with his underwear. She licked her lips as she saw his erection throb in front of her and she moaned in delight as Lewis pushed the head of his cock against her mouth, slowly entering the girl's warm, soft mouth. It took him a few seconds to get used to his size and when he felt her tongue try to wrap around his cock, he decided to start fucking her mouth. He held her throat with more pressure, feeling the exact spot where his cock reached her mouth, his thrusts gained more force, making Y/N choke and salivate around him, making each thrust into her mouth easier, Lewis watched with pleasure as his cock disappeared inside her lips. That was a view no one else should fucking have. “fuck baby, such a good little mouth, taking my cock so well, oh my god” he grunted.

Fernando grabbed her thighs, keeping them away from his head, because even though he didn't mind being suffocated by Y/N's thighs, at that moment it was all about eating that pussy without interruption. He pressed his fingers into the fat on her legs until they created small red spots, not that any of them would mind, and licked her folds again, collecting every last bit of her pleasure, that flowed like a fountain; Alonso let his fingers play with her clit, making her arch up on the table and he stuck his tongue in the little hole that tightened around nothing. He groaned, she moaned, Lewis moaned. Fernando unzipped his pants and released his aching penis, it was hard to the point of pain.

Fernando pumped his own cock, lost between thoughts of continuing to eat that sweet pussy or burying his cock as deep as he could. He moaned more as she wiggled on his face, wanting to cum again, and Fernando increased the pressure on her clit, licking her entire pussy, without stopping to fuck his cock in his own fist. But just to get her on the edge of cumming, he wanted to be inside her when Y/N came, he wanted her to get his cock all wet and he wanted to fill her up, Who knows, maybe she would end the night with a baby in her belly? The idea made him throb even more and with that in mind, he walked away, listening to her whimper.

“I think she’s ready, Lew,” he said huskily, licking the traces of her juices from his mouth. Lewis struggled to pull away too, appreciating how the girl was a mess of tears and saliva, beautiful as hell. He helped her sit up and she almost collapsed, she was limp and numb from the sensations that shook her body, Lewis's cock fucking her mouth, Fernando's tongue fucking her pussy, where anyone could see. But that wasn't important, she wanted to feel it all again, more intensely.

Fernando sat back down on the chair where he was and made Y/N slide onto his lap, the girl moved uncomfortably because of her trapped hands.

“L-Let go of my hands, please,” she begged, her lower lip trembling and tears welling up again. “I-I want to t-touch both of you.”

“What do you think, Lew?” he asked, stroking her thighs, doing his best to ignore that Y/N was sitting right on top of his cock.

“She behaved well, Nando... I think our little slut deserves a treat,” he said, releasing the rope around her wrists. Immediately, Y/N grabbed Fernando's shoulders and ground her pelvis against his hips, feeling the head of his cock poke her clit. She bit her lip and moaned softly, sounding sweet as only heaven could sound. The two boys grunted hoarsely. Hamilton literally jumped over the table until he was behind her, watching with pleasure as sweat bathed her back, leaving Y/N glowing in the dim light of the library.

Lewis pushed two fingers against her mouth, enjoying how quick Y/N was to wrap her warm tongue around the two digits, and he wished it was his cock there again. “like that, baby, make them nice and wet for me” he groaned in approval, she whimpered as she pulled his fingers away from her mouth, but Y/N didn't have enough time to miss it as Lewis rubbed his saliva-wet fingers against her anus, feeling her twitch “relax baby, i know you can handle it”

She felt Fernando's fingers rub circles on her thigh before lifting her, just enough to fit his cock at her entrance, making Y/N slide down his length. She rested her head on Fernando's shoulder, loving the sensation of widening that his thick cock caused her. He kissed the curve of her neck, feeling her shiver, both of them feeling each other throb with each other. He gave a nod to Lewis who took the signal and pressed the swollen glans against her anus. The girl scratched Fernando's back hard, just because they had done it before doesn't mean it was easy, Lewis was fucking big, damn.

“Fuck, tesoro, "You're strangling my cock," he said, panting. "Relax, baby, or Lew won't be able to get in," he chuckled hoarsely, placing his mouth on one of her breasts. Little by little, her grip on Fernando's cock loosens and she allows Lewis to enter completely.

Lewis breathed as if he was relieved “damn sweetie, you’re still tight” he said almost breathlessly and gave a slow thrust, making her sigh. “That’s right baby, relax and let me fuck that pretty ass.”

“I-I’m so full, damn” she moaned softly and moved her hips against both of them, feeling them go deeper. Fernando tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her, letting her move as she wanted. Y/N kissed him back without stopping to bounce on him, moaning as his tongue moved against hers; Lewis gripped her hips tightly without stopping his thrusts and her tightness around him made things even more pleasurable. The moans of the three mixed with the sounds of their bodies colliding.

“No one will leave you like this again, little mouse,” Lewis said, wrapping his arms around her neck, speaking softly in her ear.

“No one else can make you moan so good and no one else will,” Fernando added, supporting her thighs to thrust deeper, moaning at the tightness around his cock. “Lew is right, shit, you're still tight... Even with all the times we fucked you”

Safely between the two, Y/N wiggled faster, she was so close to cumming, but there was still something missing... She needed something.

“H-Harder, p-please,” she stuttered, bouncing faster, rolling her eyes each time they entered her.

They didn't even respond, they just followed her request, holding her tightly as the dicks went in and out without stopping, Y/N held Fernando's face between both hands to kiss him sloppily, not caring about her teeth chattering against Fernando's or the bites on her lips, the kiss was interrupted by Lewis, who took her mouth eagerly, in a kiss as intense as the previous one.

A knot formed in her belly, announcing the orgasm that was to come.

“I-I w-will” She whimpered, fat tears streaming down her cheeks in abundance, she felt so much, it felt like she would collapse at any moment.

“Is that so, little mouse?” Lewis asked, pulling out of her completely, making her moan needily.

“Mhmmm yes yes” she said, trying to hurry her orgasm by pressing her clit, but Fernando held her hand, making her lean even more on him. “please”

“Fuck, sweetie,” they said together as they felt her tighten around them. “Cum, baby, cum now,” Fernando murmured, leaving more marks on her body, in addition to the ones he and Lewis had already made. Y/N gasped breathlessly as her orgasm exploded, shaking her body until she collapsed completely on top of the Spaniard, completely powerless. It wasn't long before she was joined by them, the warm heat of their cum inside her made her gasp. She was so full, so hot.

“I hope that was enough, little mouse,” Fernando said, still holding her. “No one will leave you like this again, tesoro”

“Mhmmm” was just what Y/N ‘said’.

“She needs a bath, Nando, and rest”

In no time, the two organized the mess they had made, Lewis wrapped the jacket around her body, Y/N just mumbled sleepily, snuggling into Hamilton's chest. Maybe sleeping in their dorm would finally make her understand that there would be no one else in her life.

She woke up suffocating from the heat, which was strange because it was the height of the English winter, she tried to push the blankets away, but it was no use when the source of her heat was nothing more, nothing less than Lewis and Fernando flanking her. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, seeing that he wasn't in her room, as the curtains were too dark and the walls didn't have her posters.

“What the fuck?” She grumbled, trying to sit up, but the arms wrapped around her waist prevented her.

“It’s still too early, little mouse,” Lewis murmured sleepily, holding her in place. She sighed when she felt him bury his face in her hair. “Rest.”

“B-But-” she stammered in confusion.

“That’s it, go to sleep or we’ll wake you up for good,” it was Fernando’s turn to speak, with his face buried in the valley of her breasts.

She sank back into the mattress, the memories slowly returning, the sex in the library, all the other times they had repeated it in the room they shared. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red, no matter how many times they did this, she would never stop feeling embarrassed.

“I told you to rest, Y/N,” she heard Lewis’s muffled voice, and his grip on her waist reinforced the warning.

“I can’t sleep anymore”

“And apparently you won’t let anyone else sleep...” Fernando said, letting go of her so he could stretch, yawning still very sleepy.

The three of them settled into the king-size bed and Y/N crossed her arms “So? How are we going to solve this?”

“This? This what, little mouse?”

“Come on Lewis, the three of us! How is this going to play out from here? Or do you intend to continue acting like idiots to me in public? If so, I will leave and never speak to you again.”

“Cálmate, cálmate, no tienes que irte, ¿vale?” (Calm, calm, don't have to go, okay?) “You're with us now, little mouse, as you should have been a long time ago,” Fernando assured.

“But people will comment, I will be called a slut,” she said.

“Nobody will say anything, baby, you're with us now and nobody is stupid enough to cross any of us,” Lewis said. “And if they call you a slut, it’s because of envy, after all, people would like to be you or have you.”

She bit her lip thoughtfully. Not that she really cared about what others were saying, she had been hearing atrocities since her first day at Oxford, but this time it felt different.

“Don’t think about it, tesoro, We'll take care of it if it happens, since now you have two fucking rich idiots willing to solve any shit for you” Fernando kissed her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, little mouse.”

“It looks like we’ll have to fuck those silly thoughts out of you, sweetie,” Lewis suggested, kissing her as Fernando made her take off the shirt she had put on earlier in the morning. She didn't care about the pain in her body, or how sensitive she was, she wanted to feel all the insane pleasure they were willing to give her.

"Feels good to me" she moaned before having her lips kissed by Alonso, Lewis was busy retracing the marks on her body, listening to the small muffled moans that escaped between her kiss and Fernando. It wasn't long before the Brit was between her legs, the shock of his mouth against her clitoris made her bite Fernando's mouth. “Holy God, Lewis!”

“No honey, no calling God’s name now,” Fernando murmured. “I think we’d better keep that pretty little mouth busy, huh?”

She held the tray, looking around the crowded cafeteria. There was no empty seat and with Heikki traveling to Finland, she was alone there. Y/N was about to turn around to go have lunch in the library with Maggie when a hand gently grabbed her arm.

“Where are you going, little mouse? We’ve been waiting for you,” Lewis said, taking the tray from her.

Her cheeks glowed red and she stammered, “B-But there are no empty seats here.”

“You can always sit on my lap, baby.” He gave her a mischievous smile. “And don’t be modest, little mouse, I know how much you like it.”

“So rude!”

He placed her in front of him as they crossed the cafeteria, oblivious to the stares of the other students. “I'll keep being rude because you like it.”

They finally reached the table where Fernando was and the Spaniard didn't hesitate, he grabbed her hand and made her sit on his lap, making the girl blush even more.

“Hey tesoro, where were you going?” he said, kissing her intensely.

“She was going to have lunch at the library, she said there was no place to have lunch.” Lewis placed her tray on the table and turned to his friends. “What is it?”

“Do you have her? The rat?”

Without thinking much, Lewis threw the apple at the forehead of the person who had said it, with enough force to shatter the fruit.

“Say that again, and the next thing to hit your face will be my fist,” he threatened. “And anyone else who says anything about Y/N, in front of me or not.”

“Eat, I know you didn’t have coffee today, there’s no point in lying” Fernando said.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but ate, she was really hungry, so she didn't even think about the irony of the situation. Weeks ago, she was having lunch anywhere to avoid the wickedness of the same men who seemed so concerned about her. The girl felt Fernando's fingers move up her waist unpretentiously, while talking to someone about the start of the Euro Cup, the subject soon became a mess, due to the variety of foreign students. Soon, Lewis's hand was on his thigh, squeezing gently.

“Very well, little mouse,” the Spaniard whispered only for her to hear. “You better be fed, because you’re going to need it.” The unspoken promises made her shiver and squirm in his lap. “Quiet, dulzura, wriggling around on my lap isn’t going to help us any now.”

Lewis's grip tightened, making her restless and anxious.

“Later, love, later,” he said quietly.

She let herself relax in Alonso's arms, listening to him discuss with some friend about the Spanish team's performance, She knew it would take a long time for the three of them to resolve the issues they had. But the weeks they spent together were giving her the certainty that things would finally work out.

Maybe life in Oxford wouldn't be so bad anymore. She held Hamilton's hand and rested her head on Alonso's shoulder, laughing at how his life literally became the popular expression ‘one is too few, two is good and three is perfect’.

a/n: Man, I spent the whole day writing this, but it finally came out the way I wanted and my God it was SO GOOD, my goodness I loved writing this, I hope you liked it too!

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Out Of The Plans || F1 Grid

cw: angst, pain, crying, lack of communication, breakup, fight, They are idiots, no exceptions..

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1

a/n: just angst and a feeling of heartbreak. Appreciate me because I wrote this in the middle of a horrible migraine

LEWIS HAMILTON:

It had been like a shock to your brain, this couldn't be happening, not at that moment. You held the pregnancy test in your shaking hands and checked the label again to make sure of the result.

A little line: negative.

Two little lines: positive.

And on your test there were two bright red lines, telling you in your face that you were pregnant. Oh God, you were pregnant and unfortunately there was no more inopportune time for a pregnancy. Okay, everything would be fine when you told Lewis, he always wanted a family, everything would be fine.

“This shouldn’t be happening, Y/N!” he paced back and forth in the huge living room of the apartment you shared. "Should not!"

Your stomach churned in fear, this wasn't exactly the conversation you were expecting to have when he got back from Singapore.

“Well, that happens when two partners have crazy sex and forget the condom!” you said as energetically as he did.

“You said your birth control was up to date!” he paused, looking at you with nothing but rebuke.

“Of course they were! But they don't work miracles, Lewis! Especially for the two of us who have sex almost every day without a condom!" you stood up and stood in front of him. "Now there is no point in pointing fingers and saying who was wrong, we have a baby on the way and we need to think about everything.”

Something strange flickered in Lewis's dark eyes and his heart sank.

“I can’t,” he hissed, pulling away from you. “I can’t deal with this right now, my life is a mess, I can’t deal with a baby right now.”

You felt your heart stop beating, what the hell was he saying? How come he couldn't deal when you were the one who would have to change everything?! Because abortion didn't even cross your mind.

“What is it like?”

Lewis licked his lips nervously, tearing his eyes away from yours, the tension in the room was raw and thick as fog, which made you even more apprehensive. He couldn't be saying what he wanted to say. Not Lewis.

“I can’t compromise the rest of the season, my performance with a baby now, especially since I’m almost at Ferrari,” he said it all quickly, in one breath. And you froze in place, blinking slowly as it sunk in that your boyfriend was saying he didn't want the baby.

You took a deep breath, you wouldn't let yourself cry in front of him, not anymore.

“Are you serious, Lewis? Are you really serious?”

He continued to look out the window, staring at the Monte Carlo marina, not having the courage to look at you.

“You, who always wanted a family, who made plans with me, are you saying you don't want the baby? That you can't handle it when I'm the one who's going to have my whole life changed to bring him into the world?!” It was his turn to walk around the room.

“But you didn’t even want a child now! You just got promoted at work! You can’t be judging me for that!”

That fell like a bucket of cold water on you, really, having a baby at that moment wasn't the best thing that could happen, but it was already there, it happened and the baby was already there.

“Alright Hamilton, the baby and I won’t hold up your championship, if you have any chance of overtaking McLaren, but either way, don’t worry, you won’t have to deal with that.” You said pointing to yourself, your hand supporting your still flat belly.

“Y/N, we can solve this another way-” he started, but you held up your hand to silence him.

“For the love of God, shut up, don’t make me hate you, Hamilton” you said and turned away, going to the bedroom. It was obvious that it was over, because there was no way you were going to abandon the baby too. Fuck Lewis and his problems.

He went after you, but was met with the suite door slammed in his face. You packed your things, only what you bought or took from your own apartment, you didn't want anything from him besides the little resident who rented your uterus on a nine-month contract .

“Everything is fine, baby, it’s going to be okay, I promise,” you said, standing in front of the mirror, imagining what your belly would look like as the months went by. “I will take care of everything”

You left the suite with a suitcase and two handbags, you had no idea where you were going at that moment, but anywhere was better than there with Lewis.

“Why are you going? We can work this out, honey—”

“Oh my God, Lewis!” you exclaimed, calling the elevator, “we can’t work anything out! You don’t want the baby, you don’t want us, so obviously this is over and I’m leaving! A great championship for you!”

When the elevator doors closed, you allowed yourself to cry, you never imagined Lewis would do that, never! You sniffed, wiping your nose on the sleeve of the only sweatshirt you stole from him. You wouldn't take anything else from him.

“We don’t need him, baby,” you whispered, as if the baby could hear. You took one last look at the apartment that had been your home for four beautiful years and with a heavy heart said, “Goodbye Lew.”

CARLOS SAINZ:

The doctor's words echoed inside your head.

Pregnant, you were twelve weeks pregnant, or three months. That was unexpected, very unexpected because you and Carlos didn't discuss starting a family, this discussion never reached you even after years of a stable relationship.

“Miss?” the doctor’s voice sounded distant to your ears, you were still focused on the blood test results.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

Your mind fell into limbo and the last thing you saw was the doctor running towards you, calling your name.

The smell of antiseptic and alcohol made you wake up slowly, your head felt like it weighed a ton and your eyes were still blurry, you struggled to remember what had happened and like a bomb exploding, the word ‘pregnant’ popped into your mind.

“Calm down, calm down, you can’t exert yourself too much right now, Y/N.” You recognized the voice of Andie, your best friend from college. “Here, drink some water, the doctor said it would help you.” She handed you the glass, expecting you to drink all of the contents. “How are you feeling? You were unconscious for almost all day long, I almost died when they called me.”

“I’m fine, I guess... What did they tell you?” you handed the cup back to her.

“Nothing, the doctor said you felt unwell... What are you-” she was interrupted by Carlos’ abrupt entry into the room. He was a mess, still in his Ferrari training gear and with his hair a mess.

“¿Estás bien, vida mía?” (Are you okay, my love?).

“Yes, yes I’m fine... I just felt sick” you twisted the bed sheets between your fingers, how would you tell Carlos that you were expecting a baby, that you would be parents in six months or less? You looked at Andie, silently asking her to leave, the girl nodded and left you two alone. “It was just a scare,” she muttered, swallowing hard. “I got the test results back, remember how I was feeling really sick last week?”

“Yes, yes, I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to eat that steak tartare...”

“It wasn’t because of the steak tartare, Carlos.” You looked at him, feeling your nervousness tighten in your stomach. “I’ve been sick all week because I’m pregnant, I’m three months pregnant.” you said abruptly, watching Carlos lose color in his face and stagger away from the stretcher.

“Pregnant? B-But we were being careful!” he said, you couldn’t understand the emotions that showed on his face.

“Accidents happen, Carlos... Not that getting pregnant is an accident, especially when you have sex without a condom...” you said, waiting for him to calm down.

“This shouldn’t have happened! I don’t want children now!” he said exasperatedly. “I don’t!”

Something inside you broke when you heard him, you weren't ready to take on motherhood yet, your internet work was finally bearing fruit, your relationship with Carlos was going well, you never thought you'd include a child in that equation, but there she was. But none of that was as scary as the idea that her boyfriend didn't want the baby he helped conceive.

“You don’t want to?” you repeated his words slowly.

“No! Of course not! A baby now would get in the way of my career!”

And suddenly, it all came crashing down on his head like an anvil. Tears stung your eyes and the words came out before you could filter them.

“Go away, Carlos,” you were surprised to notice how firm your voice was. “Get out of here, get out of my sight.”

"But amor... We never talked about children, you never told me you wanted them!” The Spaniard tried to touch you, but you backed away, avoiding him as if he were burning you.

“It’s not about what I want or don’t want, Carlos,” you snapped. “I really didn’t want a baby, but I’ll have one in six months, with or without you! So decide whether you’re with me or leaving!”

“I-I can’t... I-I don’t want kids, I need to dedicate myself to the fullest and a baby will get in my way” he stammered, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Go away Carlos, I’ve heard enough” you turned your face away so you wouldn’t see him, ignoring his attempts. It was only when the door closed with a dull thud that you could let your strong facade fall and allowed yourself to cry to the point where you didn't notice when Andie came in and wrapped you in a protective hug.

“What happened? Carlos left as if he was being chased by the devil” she rubbed your back, trying to make you stop crying. Between sobs, you explained what had happened, feeling her embrace tighten. “Oh love, I’m so sorry this happened, I didn't think Carlos was a son of a bitch... What do you intend to do?”

“I-I don’t know... Maybe I should give the baby up for adoption, I don’t have the courage to have an abortion...”

“Whatever you decide, I’m with you, sis.”

You snuggled into her loving embrace, unsure of what your life would be like in the coming months.

CHARLES LECLERC:

“When are you going to tell him, dear?” Your mother asked you as the two of you set the lunch table, it was Sunday and once a month, religiously his family gathered at his grandparents' house. Charles had already attended so many lunches that when he didn't show up, his grandparents and uncles would ask. You loved knowing that your family loved your boyfriend. “I'm sure he'll be happy, Charles loves children.”

You nodded and a small smile appeared, confident that he would love the news. You discovered you were pregnant a few days ago and had already noticed the signs. You had decided to tell her about the pregnancy after lunch, even bought a pair of children's shoes with a Ferrari design on them. Who could judge you? You were so anxious!

Soon, the family gathered around the table, talking loudly and laughing nonstop, preventing any thoughts beyond the conversations and laughter. The conversation you were having with one of your cousins was interrupted by your grandmother, questioning when you and Charles would finally have children.

Charles choked on his wine and cleared his throat. “Mhmm well... I thought Y/N mentioned that I don’t want kids.”

“You never told me that, Charl...” you said just for him to hear “I never knew that”

“No?” he looked surprised. “Really?”

Silence fell uncomfortably over the table, you gripped the handle of the cutlery you were holding, feeling your anxiety grow in a negative way.

“You’re great with kids, dear, you’d be a great dad.” your grandmother said, surprised. After all, the Monegasque was adored by the children in the family and got along very well with them all, hearing that he didn't want children was a surprise.

“I’m a good uncle,” he gave a modest smile. “I’m not made of father material, meaning no children, ever.”

Maybe it was your fault, you and Charles didn't have that conversation, so you couldn't know he didn't want children. But it was painful anyway, mainly because you were already pregnant.

Hours later, as you drove home, you couldn't stop thinking about his words.

I’m not made of father material, meaning no children, ever.

“You are very quiet, mon cher” He said, resting his hand on your thigh. You jumped, caught up in your thoughts, you didn't even notice his presence until he touched you. “Did something happen?”

“I was thinking about the lunch conversation...”

“It was a strange atmosphere, wasn’t it?” he gave a weak laugh, giving her leg a gentle squeeze “with so many children there, do your grandparents still want more?” his laugh sounded strange to your ears, just like that conversation.

“I’m pregnant, Charles,” you said suddenly and screamed when he slammed the car on the brakes. “CHARLES?!”

He guided the car to the side of the road and looked at you, he was as scared as you were.

“You are what?!”

“Pregnant, Charles! I was planning to tell you today, but I found out you don’t want kids!” you exasperated, loosening your belt.

“That can’t be true, you’re joking,” he said nervously. “Y/N I don’t-”

“I know! I know that, Charles! You don’t have to repeat yourself.”

You saw pure terror in his eyes and braced yourself for whatever he would say.

“I don’t want this baby, Y/N, I don’t want to be a father, not today, not ever” he said.

You took a deep breath, feeling your head throb with the headache that would soon come.

“Well then I guess we can’t go through with this, Charles,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I will not give up my son for you or anyone else.”

“Mon cher, a child would disrupt our lives forever, we would no longer be able to travel, we would lose our peace and tranquility”

“You won’t lose anything, Charles, you don’t need to worry… Now, if it’s not too much to ask, can you continue? I intend to move out of your apartment today.”

“Beau, (beautiful) It doesn't have to be like this... This child-”

“Don’t say anything else Charles, don’t turn the love I feel for you into resentment” you begged, avoiding his eyes.

The rest of the way was done in complete silence, despite the grief that broke your heart, you would not let it consume you. A life outside of that would be born in a few months and you couldn't let bitterness stop you from living the good moments that the future would bring you.

Charles still tried to stop you from leaving, saying he would leave you with the apartment, but you didn't listen to him or give him a chance to convince you.

“I hope you’re happy, Charles,” was the last thing you said before you left. From then on, it was just you and the baby.

LANDO NORRIS:

There were at least five tests done on the bathroom counter and you were in a panic, pure panic. It wasn't the time to have a baby, no way. You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as you thought about the situation, there was so much at stake.

You had to decide what you were going to do, whether to have that baby, how you were going to tell Lando... Oh God, there was still Lando. You couldn't even think about what his reaction would be. There were mentions of a son, perhaps after he had won a championship or two and had achieved everything he wanted, but not at that moment, in which both were still building their lives, their careers.

“I’m here, honey!” he shouted from the living room and you threw the tests in the trash without thinking. You checked your appearance in the mirror, trying to dispel the look of astonishment that covered your face.

You put on a fake smile and ran into the living room, finding your boyfriend stretching his body. It was clear that he was exhausted, but he was glowing, winning made him feel very good and you admired the Briton's bright eyes.

“Congrats on your victory, Lan!” you jumped into his arms, kissing Lando all over his face as he laughed.

“I wish you were there, honey, but you’d hate the weather… Anyway, how about we have dinner to celebrate?”

“That’s a great idea! Why don’t you take a shower while I get ready?” You gave him a peck on the lips. “I took a shower just before you arrived and I’m already moving our time forward... You know I take a long time to get ready.”

“Ok ok, will it be sad to take a shower without you? Yes, but if it means we won’t be long in getting out, great!” he said playfully and you responded with a light slap on his arm.

“You’re ridiculous, Lando Norris! Go take a shower, you clown!”

He laughed, grabbed his carry-on bag and went to the bathroom. You let out a breath you hadn't even realized you were holding and went to the closet to get ready. Despite being happy for your boyfriend's victory, you didn't have the slightest desire to go out and celebrate anything, but denying dinner would make Lando suspicious. You would take the time of dinner to think about what you would say, the panic gradually subsided, allowing you to think clearly.

You were finishing putting on your makeup when Lando came out of the shower, he still had the towel wrapped around his waist. From the position you were in, you could only hear his footsteps approaching the closet.

“Y/N, what does this mean?” he appeared in your field of vision, holding up one of the pregnancy tests. “Are you pregnant?”

You felt like the ground was disappearing beneath your feet and the earth was swallowing you up. From the look on Lando's face, you wanted the earth to actually swallow you. You'd never been claustrophobic, but that closet looked terrifyingly small.

“Answer me!” he exclaimed, making you jump. “Are you pregnant?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m pregnant!” You shouted back. “I found out today.”

He laughed, there was no humor in his voice, just sarcasm and disbelief. “I should have guessed.”

“W-What are you talking about?” you stuttered, dropping your makeup on the vanity and taking a tentative step towards Lando.

“This whole shit, I should have known that at some point you would do this, who doesn’t want to get pregnant by a Formula One driver, right?” he said furiously and threw the test at your feet.

Reality hit you like a punch. Lando was claiming that you got pregnant on purpose. He thought you were a gold digger.

“Are you suggesting that I wanted to get pregnant on purpose?! Lando, I just graduated! I don’t even work yet, why the hell would I want a child now?” You yelled at him.

“Work?” he laughed wryly, running his hands through his hair. “As if you would think of that, not being supported by my money!”

His every word felt like a stab to your chest.

“I never wanted a penny from you, Lando! I always refused any thing or privilege from you!” you answered him, sitting down. Your body felt heavy, full of tiredness. “I never wanted anything from you but yourself!”

“You’re a fake, a liar like all the others!” he accused you, pointing his finger in your direction. “Get your things and get out of my house, I don't want to know anything about you anymore” he took a deep breath and for you, the rejection was nothing compared to the pain of being called a gold digger, a dowry hunter. That was a hard blow to his dignity.

You threw your clothes on the floor, only the ones you had taken to his house. After dropping all the clothes on the floor, you grabbed some bags to put all your belongings in. At that moment, Lando had already dressed and was standing in the middle of the suite.

“Tell me where you will be staying so I know where to send the child support check.” He demanded and you glared at him, you were just as angry as he was.

“You and your fucking money can rot in hell, Lando. My son and I don’t need you at all, you're dead to me, Norris, completely dead and buried.” you left the room and ignoring his screams.

Lando and his money could go fuck themselves, you never wanted to see him again!

OSCAR PIASTRI:

Sorry, I can't see Pastry in this scenario 🫣

MAX VERSTAPPEN:

That saying “in the blacksmith’s house, the spit is made of wood” made a lot of sense to you, being a doctor you knew when people were unwell just by looking at them, it was a joke not to have noticed the signs of pregnancy. So imagine how surprised you were to find that not only was your period late, but you were also experiencing frequent nausea and episodes of dizziness.

Even though getting pregnant wasn't one of your dreams, you were happy, after all, everything in your life was going well: you had a stable job, your finances were going well and your fiancé was great. Even though it wasn't planned, you were already more than excited for the baby's arrival.

You decided to tell Max during his week off, where he would be more relaxed, without the stress of work. Until his week off arrived and you were jumping up and down with anticipation to tell him, you waited for Max to relax enough. You knew he would like it, Max loved kids.

“Honey, I have something to tell you” you took advantage of the fact that he wasn’t playing and sat on his lap.

“Sure, mijn liefje (my love), I’m all ears” he took off his headphones and turned off the monitors, it was always like that when you talked to him, nothing else mattered to Max other than what you said.

“Straight to the point, I’m six weeks pregnant—”

“What do you mean you’re pregnant? That’s not possible, still more than six weeks”

An alert sounded in your mind, was Max really suggesting that you might have cheated on him?

“I was in the middle of a series of races, we barely saw each other during that month” he argued, making the doubts he had even more obvious.

“Max, you can’t be suggesting that!”

“In that case, explain to me how you are pregnant if we weren’t together!”

“Is your memory so bad that you don’t remember that we were together in Spielberg?!” you threw at him, irritated by his distrust. “I spent the entire Austrian GP weekend with you!”

“We had sex once that week, there’s no way that it was that sex that was rewarded with a child!” Max looked increasingly distraught.

“Are you kidding me, Max? I never cheated on you, I barely have time for you, let alone another man!” You were nervous to the point of shaking, you sat back down, trying to keep calm.

“I don’t believe you, Y/N, I’m sure this child’s father is that pediatrician at the hospital!”

“I’m not going to listen to anything else, you’re delusional,” you mumbled, tears blurring your vision.

“You better go away, I don’t want to know anything about you or that child!”

You wiped away your tears, feeling humiliated, hurt and offended.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make a point of letting you know anything about us,” you assured. “I'll send someone to get my things, or leave them at the reception and I'll pick them up later, I don't know!" you put on your shoes and grabbed your bag.

“Be grateful if I don’t throw it away.”

“Whatever Max, do whatever you want, I don’t care” and with that, you slammed the apartment door hard enough to knock the picture of the two of you off the wall.

Other Plans || F1 Grid

cw: babies being cute, still a little anguish, overcoming, deliverance (hehehehe) and I don't know what else to say. Spanish, French, and some poorly translated Dutch, blame Google.

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1,

a/n: I rarely get requests for part 2, so don't judge me if I'm excited here. I loved writing the first part and I hope to make the second part just as good.

f i r s t p a r t

LEWIS HAMILTON.

You never regretted leaving.

As you might have guessed, Lewis never called or cared and even though you knew he wouldn't call, it didn't hurt any less. You had hopes that he would care, that he would come around, but he never took a step towards you and you wouldn't make the first move. You and the baby — a healthy, restless girl —didn’t need him.

The first few months were not easy, by God, dealing with all the changes of pregnancy, the demands of work, as well as cleaning and organizing your home was the hardest thing in the world.

But it was all worth it when you held your little girl in your arms for the first time. Bree was beautiful and had powerful lungs, because she cried so loudly when you laughed with happiness at having her. Not even the fact that she had the same eyes as Lewis shook his happiness. She was yours, and nothing in the world would change that.

You, your mother and Bree were walking down one of the streets of London looking for Christmas decorations, Bree was on your lap, looking at everything curiously, you hadn't taken her to London yet, both because you wanted her to get used to the climate and the quiet life in Naples and because of fear, you still didn't feel ready to face Lewis, because you knew he was always in England, mainly in the capital.

“Mamma, look!” she pointed to the store across the street, with the Christmas decorations you were looking for. You gave a proud smile and kissed her cheek.

“Good job, little bee, let’s go get our colorful balls from Santa Claus” you crossed the street and due to carelessness, you ended up tripping over someone. “Oops, sorry, I didn’t y-...” you started to say, however your voice trailed off as you recognized fucking Lewis Hamilton.

“Y/N?” His eyes, identical to Bree’s, widened as he recognized you and the baby in your arms. You straightened up, hugging Bree against you.

“Lewis, how are you?” you said cordially, but there was no sympathy in your voice.

“Mhmm, Well, I'm fine... And you?”

“Wonderfully,” you remained impassive. “Well, Merry Christmas, Lewis,” you said, walking past him until your name was called by the pilot.

“I thought you would give me news...” he hesitated for a few seconds “news about her” Lewis’ eyes fell on Bree, who was looking at him with the same curiosity.

“And why should I, Lewis? You said you didn’t want to have a baby, that it would hinder your career.” You hit a nerve with Lewis, because since your departure, he couldn't help but wonder if he had done the right thing. “I had no obligation and have no obligation to give you news about my daughter.”

He came closer and you kept Bree away from him, you accepted and healed from the pain Lewis caused you, but you wouldn't allow him to do the same to your sweet little girl. Bree didn't deserve to be hurt by Lewis's selfishness.

“She’s mine too, Y/N, you can’t stop me from seeing her” he said and you finally lost your patience, so you asked your mother to take Bree to the store, you would meet them in a few minutes.

“Don’t use that horrible argument with me, Lewis Hamilton!” you pointed your finger in his face. “You made it clear that you didn’t want her! You never called to find out about her, not for me or my mother, so don’t come with ‘she’s mine too’ because I won’t fall for that! You didn't even think twice before saying you didn't want her! And now you want to demand your rights? What the fuck rights do you think you have?”

He took a step back, Lewis didn't expect you to have such an intense outburst of anger.

“Y/N, I-I wanted to turn things around, go after you,” he bit his lip, thinking about how to continue, “but I was embarrassed... But now I'm willing-...”

“But I’m not willing, Bree doesn’t need you, I don’t.” you said emphatically “My daughter doesn’t need you, your regret or anything that comes from you!”

He tried to articulate some sentence, but no sound came out of his mouth.

“Oh, that is if you have any shame, of course. But don’t worry, when Bree grows up, I’ll tell her about you and she’ll decide whether she wants you in her life or not.” You assured “Until then, continue being the ghost you have been for these two years”

And without giving him a chance to respond, you follow your mother and Bree into the store, trying to ignore the panic that was ravaging your entire body, you felt like you were about to faint. But hearing Bree's spontaneous, sweet laugh was like feeling a cool breeze on a hot day; you didn't know how, but you were sure that Lewis would stay away.

And you didn't lie, Bree didn't need him, and neither did you. Your job was more than enough to maintain and take care of all of Bree's needs, you didn't lie when you said he wasn't needed, in nothing.

Finally you could sleep peacefully knowing that Lewis was what he wanted to be in your lives, a shadow.

On the sidewalk, Lewis saw you enter the store and through the window, he could see you and Bree together, it was clear how much the little girl was loved and well cared for. Lewis tried to imagine what the two years he had lost of his life, of the life of the daughter whose name he didn't even know, had been like. He thought of all the little moments he had missed.

There were few things Lewis truly regretted in his life, and letting you go and not being able to see Bree grow up was, without a doubt, the biggest regret he carried.

CARLOS SAINZ.

Sometimes you wondered how you had the courage to consider the idea of giving your twins up for adoption. You weren't lying when you said that the twins were the best part of your life. At five years old, the identical twins made your days in the French capital — the city you moved to after breaking up with Carlos — much happier and more joyful.

You didn't even care if the two of them were little carbon copies of the Carlos; Santiago, the older twin, seemed to have inherited much of Carlos' personality, he was a little reserved and even shy and loved board games, preferred books to any electronic game and loved football, while Martín had a lot of you in him, expansive and restless, your youngest son loves logic games like Rubik's cube and puzzles and was completely addicted to any kind of racing.

And they were little fanatical Atlético de Madrid fans, which you found sweet irony.

And it was this love for the Spanish club that convinced you to take them to Spain, so that the two could watch the Madrid Derby at the Cívitas Metropolitano, Atlético's official stadium in the city of Madrid. Thanks to your work as a digital influencer, you could give your twins the experience of watching the game directly from the stadium's box.

“C'est le meilleur cadeau d'anniversaire au monde! Merci maman!” (This is the best birthday present in the world! Thanks mommy!) Martín said, hugging you before running to the fence and seeing the field, where the players were warming up.

“Tu es la meilleure au monde, maman” (You are the best in the world, mommy) Santiago said before joining his brother at the railing. You sat down next to Andie.

“I didn’t think you were serious when you said you were going to bring them to Madrid just to watch the game,” her best friend said, also keeping her eyes on the twins.

“It’s their birthday and I had to come to Madrid anyway for work, so I thought I could combine business with pleasure... And I don’t plan on stopping my boys from having good experiences because of Carlos.”

In five years, you never received a text or call from Carlos to see how the twins were doing, or to see how you were handling things. Since their birth, it had been you, the twins, and Andie —she moved to Paris as well. You weren't lying, the first few months were horrible, you truly believed that you wouldn't be a good mother or be able to take care of two babies at the same time.

But Andie was an angel to you and your boys, helping you through the best and worst times. So much so that before long, Carlos was just an old and unwanted memory in your life.

When the game went into halftime, you and Andie took the boys to the snack bar in the box to get something to eat. You hadn't noticed that you were being watched since you entered the diner, Carlos had seen you, Andie and the boys entering. The pilot didn't expect to find you there, especially with two boys who looked like they were five years old.

Without thinking twice, he approached, keeping his eyes on the boys who wore Atlético shirts and their names on the back.

Santiago and Martín.

“Y/N?” he said fearfully, catching her attention. Carlos saw surprise flash in her eyes, but as quickly as it appeared, it was replaced by icy indifference. "How long"

“That’s right, it’s been a long time.” You placed your hands on the boys’ shoulders, aware that they were both shocked.

“C'est Carlos Sainz” Martín spoke softly to Santiago with wide eyes, not that Carlos was his favorite pilot, but the boy didn't expect you to know the pilot.

“These are Martín and Santiago, my sons.” You said, introducing the boys, watching the astonishment appear on Sainz’s face.

“What’s up guys? Enjoying the game?” he said, after a few seconds of shock. You knew what was going on in his head, Carlos was doing the math.

“We don’t talk to Real Madrid fans,” Santiago said with indifference and pulled Martín away from Carlos. You were so surprised that you laughed out loud, watching Carlos’ discomfort grow even more.

“I’m going after the brats and… And I think you guys need to talk,” Andie said, following the twins back to the to their seats.

You turned completely to Carlos, for a long time you missed him, especially when you wanted him to see the boys' first steps or when they spoke for the first time. You wanted him to see how special and good your children were, but he never cared.

It took a while, but eventually it stopped hurting.

Since then, all you felt was pity, because Martín and Santiago were absurdly adorable, loving and incredible children, anyone who could have them in their lives was lucky as hell.

“I didn't think I would go through with the pregnancy" he said and you sighed.

“And I wasn’t going to, but everything changed when I held them in my arms for the first time... I knew I could never leave them” you said and a smile appeared on your face.

“My parents would love to meet you... I would like to-” He starts to say but you interrupt him, already tired of that conversation.

“You wouldn’t like anything, Carlos, you have nothing to offer my boys but abandonment and cowardice,” you replied harshly.

He swallowed hard, Carlos looked embarrassed and regretful, but you didn't care, just like he didn't care about leaving you alone in that hospital.

“Y/N please understand, I wasn’t ready and-”

“I wasn’t either, Carlos,” you interrupted him, having no patience for his excuses. “I was simply thrown alone, in the middle of the hurricane, so if that’s your excuse, improve it.”

Your gaze towards him was hard, there really was nothing that could justify abandoning him.

“If it weren’t for Andie, I don’t even know where I would be right now! Maybe they’d both be in an orphanage or something, living on the streets.” Your voice was forceful, punishing, and accurate. “I almost, almost acted like a coward with them too, but I remembered that they had already lost their father, they couldn't be without their mother too.”

Carlos hunched over slightly, like you had just hit him in the face and damn, he wished you had.

“I will tell them about you, everything they want to know and if they want to look for you, I will not stop them, but until then, do not think that your presence near them will be welcome”

And you went back to where Andie and the boys were, you were surprised to notice that Martín hadn't taken his eyes off you for a moment. Your protective little boy...

You swallowed a painful sigh and stopped the tears from welling up in your eyes.

“Est-ce qu'il t'a fait du mal, maman?” (Did he hurt you, mommy?) He asked as soon as you sat down, you gave a calm smile and denied.

“It’s okay, honey, don’t worry.” you assured, sliding your fingers through his hair, Martín kept his eyes on you. “Are you enjoying the game?”

“Damn!” he said excitedly and you narrowed your eyes.

“What language is that, young man?” you asked, and he smiled as if he had been caught red-handed.

“It was an accident, mommy... Don't be mad, please,” he asked, making the same lost puppy face that Carlos had. My God, you thought it was impossible for them to look so much alike, but the twins were in fact carbon copies of Carlos.

“Go watch the game, I’m watching you” he nodded and ran to Santiago’s side, you sighed and saw Andie sit next to you. “I thought it would be worse”

“Me too... But you did well, to be honest, I thought you were going to throw the chair at him” Andie confessed and you laughed.

“Almost... I'll tell them the truth when we get back to Paris... And I'll let them decide whether they want to approach him or not.” you said, trying to keep your nervousness from setting in ahead of schedule. You would deal with the consequences when they came, that moment was just about the boys, would not spoil it with anxious thoughts and nervousness.

On the other side of the box, Carlos couldn't pay attention to the game, his mind was divided between the game and you and the twins. Carlos thought about how selfish he had been, he thought about how he would like to go back in time and change everything, to be able to live every little moment with you and the boys.

Carlos would like to be less stupid, but there was no way anymore.

CHARLES LECLERC.

After almost seven years, you were back in France, your parents were asking — or demanding, depending on your point of view — that you and Vivienne spend Mother's Day in the south of France. It was the first time since Vivienne was born that you had returned to Europe and although you loved the feeling of being home again, you couldn't help but be apprehensive, after all you didn't know if you were prepared for the possibility of meeting Charles. But you didn't let those thoughts ruin Vivienne's experience, the girl looked like she was going to explode at any moment with so much happiness.

The two of you took the train from Paris to Bordeaux, and Vivienne couldn't tear herself away from the window, enchanted by the romantic landscape of the French countryside, she commented on every little thing, unable to contain the excitement that made her shine.

“Let’s go to the dining car, amour, You need to eat.” You called her, trying to attract the girl’s attention, who seemed much more interested in the castle that disappeared through the train window.

“Will there be croissants, maman?” Vivienne finally turned away from the window.

“Of course, amour. Let’s go before they eat it all, shall we?” you led her out into the hallway, Vivienne chattered on and on, listing the things she had liked the most so far, that's why she still made a point of greeting the other passengers.

“It’s more beautiful here than Montreal, Mom...”

“Would you like to live here?”

She stopped in the hallway for a few seconds before turning to you, the indecision was clear on her little face “I don’t think so, I would miss home... And my friends, but we can come on vacation?”

“We can come to France whenever possible, amour.” you assured her.

The dining car was half full, but that wasn't what caught his attention, but rather coming across such familiar crystal-clear eyes. You knew the chances of meeting Charles in France were 50-50, but you didn't expect it to happen so quickly; suddenly you remembered why you spent so long away from your homeland. You saw Charles' smile disappear and his gaze fall on the girl in front of him, who, although she didn't look exactly like him, carried many of Leclerc's features in her own features.

“Let's sit at the table by the window, okay maman?” Vivienne asked, skipping over to the empty table, she didn’t even look to the side as she passed Charles.

"Of course, papillon, (butterfly) we can sit wherever you want.” You said, thankful that your voice came out steady, without showing the mess that was inside you.

You made Vivienne sit with her back to Charles, listening to the girl talk excitedly about the fields full of vineyards and the lavender plantations. Vivienne knew from the age of five because it was just you and her, you didn't want to wait too long to tell her the truth behind why just you were the one who went to the Father's Day presentations at her school. You remembered the pain tearing through your chest as you comforted your little girl who went to sleep crying for weeks on end, or all the times she asked why her father didn't like her. You wouldn't let anything bring that pain to Vivienne again, even if you had to throw Charles Leclerc out the train window.

“You’re not the waiter.” Vivienne’s inquisitive voice snapped you out of your reverie and you looked up to find Charles standing next to your table. Panic spread through you like wildfire. Vivienne knew that the man standing next to the table was her father, you didn't do much to hide it. “If you’re not the waiter, why did you come?”

“You have your mother’s sharp tongue,” he said, and you noticed the shadow of a smile on his face. “I’m Charles—”

“Leclerc, I know, I watch TV” she said, crossing her fingers on the table, you blinked a little dazed and took control of the situation, Vivienne didn't need to face a situation like that, not with you around to protect her, as you had been doing since her birth.

“What do you want, Charles?” you questioned seriously, the seven years away from him made you create a strong shield against the pilot's charm. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at you, there was no anger or contempt in his gaze, it had taken you the same seven years to understand that it had all been a huge failure in communication, however, that did not allow this to cause any more harm to Vivienne.

“I...” he stuttered, his gaze going from you to Vivienne without stopping “I came to greet you and...” he left the sentence hanging in the air, waiting for you or your daughter to reveal her name.

“You don’t need to know my name,” Vivienne said and your eyes widened.

You saw Charles' mouth open in pure astonishment, if you weren't expecting an answer like that, imagine him.

“What do you want, Charles? I don’t remember inviting you to join us,” you teased, enjoying his discomfort. You could forgive what had happened years ago, after all it wasn't anyone's fault he didn't want kids, but you fucking couldn't forget how it destroyed Vivienne for weeks. “Your girlfriend is waiting for you, and you are disturbing us.”

“Y/N I wanted to say that I'm sorry that all of this happened and...” his voice becomes a weak and distant thread, you just shake your head and raise your hand.

“There is nothing to be forgiven, Charles. That's in the past, there's no reason to bring it up again," you said sincerely, letting out a tired sigh. You wanted it to end soon, you wanted to get to Bordeaux soon. “Forget about it, leave everything in the past and go back to your girlfriend, we've been fine the last seven years without you, the next seven will be even easier, don't waste time worrying about us, we don't need you.”

He hadn't meant to be cruel or rude, but he wouldn't allow a sliver of it to reach Vivienne. Charles just nodded and walked away, you looked at Vivienne, who had tears in her eyes.

“Ma princesse,” you grabbed her hand, watching the little girl swallow her tears and give a weak smile.

“It’s okay, mom, I have you, it’s okay,” she said and went back to looking at the landscape through the window. You noticed that Charles had left. “I don’t need a father who didn’t want me”

You left the chair you were in and went to hug Vivienne, letting the girl feel how much she was loved, how much she didn't need Charles “I'm so proud of you, darling, so proud”

Outside, Charles was hyperventilating, he hadn't expected it to end like this, nor had he expected it to feel like a punch to his stomach. Suddenly, he questioned whether the choices he had made over the past seven years were good. But it didn't matter anymore, he had lost you and any chance of having... Having a family he never wanted.

It was already too late.

LANDO NORRIS.

Jordan looked at the cupcake with bright eyes, you wanted to cry when you saw the smile on your little boy's face. It was late afternoon and you wanted Jordan to be able to celebrate his first birthday on the beach, creating sand castles and playing with water.

“Happy birthday, my baby, I wish you to be blessed with happiness and love throughout your life.” you whispered, helping him blow out the candle. Jordan chuckled, grabbing the icing, smearing the blue sweetness all over his face. You let Jordan play in the sand and thought about everything that led them to that little beach in Spain.

After breaking up with Lando and receiving a court order that he didn't want to be related to you or the baby, you didn't know what to do with your life, I had a college degree, good internship experiences, but no one would hire a pregnant woman. With limited options and no support network, you've relied on the most unstable form of work: the internet. Your life wasn't the most glamorous or adventurous in the world, but people enjoyed watching you. You didn't care about fame or being known in places, you just wanted to make sure you could take care of the baby, make sure he always had a roof over his head and food on the table. No matter what shit you would do to make sure Jordan lacked for nothing.

Anything but crawling after Lando, begging for help or whatever the hell he could give.

You let Jordan play until he got tired, and only when the boy was almost asleep in the sand, you picked him up and decided to go back to the hotel. You balanced Jordan on your lap as you searched for your room key when you heard your name being called. You didn't expect to find Lando Norris in the lobby of the hotel you were staying at.

Not even by a miracle.

“What do you want here, Norris?” you asked, but you didn’t give him time to answer, you just continued on your way to the elevator. You heard him follow you and kept Jordan out of his sight.

“I want to talk to you,” he said tentatively. You stood in the opposite corner of the elevator, as far away from Lando as possible. “Is it his birthday?”

“And why does that matter to you, Norris? You’re nothing to him,” you said dryly, giving him a hard look.

He didn't even know what to answer, you couldn't understand what he was doing there, not after a year and seven months, not after that damn letter. What did he want there? Guarantee you wouldn't ask him for money? Ridiculous.

“If you want to know if I need your money, don’t worry, we don’t need anything from you”

Lando exhaled, you wouldn't give him a step, leaving him frustrated.

“I didn’t come for this... I know you’re... You’re dealing with everything well, I wanted...”

“What do you want, Norris? To see if I'm trying to scam someone to support my son? Being a gold digger?”

“Y/N I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, been...”

“What do you regret? Saying that I got pregnant so you could support me? That I wanted to pull the pregnancy scam on you? Or have you come to give me another court notice to deny your parentage with Jordan? If that's the case, don't worry, if it's up to me, your name will never be on Jordan's birth certificate.”

If shame had a portrait, it would be Lando's face.

“Please understand my side...”

“Your side, Norris? I was pregnant and you sent me away!!” you growled, trying not to wake Jordan in your arms. “I didn’t want money, I wanted support! I wanted you!”

You scoffed at the tears in his eyes, none of them made up for the times you cried alone, scared of the uncertain future you could have. If he thought you would be moved by his crying, he couldn't be more wrong. The elevator doors opened and you walked out, not caring about him following you.

“I’m sorry, I was scared!”

“I was too!” you lost your patience and heard Jordan’s whimpers. “Were you scared? Don’t be a hypocrite, Lando.”

“Let me... Let me apologize, let me take care of you two.”

“You can swallow your apologies, they’re worth nothing to me or Jordan, and as for your care…” you laughed “I won’t tell you what to do with it out of respect for my son.”

And with that, you slammed the door in his face. Hoping that Lando would go back to the same place he had come from.

MAX VERSTAPPEN.

Just as nothing hurt you more than Max's distrust, Annelise's birth healed you in immeasurable ways. The little girl became the little Sun in your world, illuminating corners you thought you would no longer visit after the breakup with Max.

When you left his house in Monaco, you spent a few days on standby, thinking about what to do, you had no one else to support you. You didn't know how, but before you knew it, you were standing on Sophie's doorstep in Belgium, you didn't expect to have the support of your ex-mother-in-law, but Sophie welcomed you with open arms, outraged by Max's attitude.

Sophie welcomed you as if you were her own daughter, helped you choose an apartment in Brussels — even though she wanted you to stay with her for as long as it took, she helped you in the first few months after Annelise was born.

Now, two years later, Annelise was spending so much time at her grandmother's house that Sophie had set up a room for her.

“Sophie, for God’s sake, don’t spoil Anne like that,” you scolded her, seeing the woman click her tongue and shrug, you knew your sermons would do no good, Sophie would continue buying gifts for Annelise.

“Nah, it’s nothing big and you know I’m not stopping any time soon,” she admitted, bouncing the little girl on her lap, Annelise was very entertained by the new teddy bear Sophie had brought. “How was the job interview? Did you get the job?”

You had applied for a job at the health center near your home, the hours were great, the pay was worth it, you just needed to find someone to look after Sophie.

“I was selected, but I need to find a good nanny to take care of Anne...”

“Y/N don’t be silly, you know I will take care of Anne with the greatest pleasure, I love taking care of her.”

“Sophie, I don’t want to give you any trouble...” you started to try to argue.

“Mom! I’m home... Y/N?” you saw Max standing in the middle of the room, staring at you in surprise, then looking at Annelise on Sophie’s lap.

“Max, you didn’t tell me you were coming, come in, I made your favorite cake, go get it from the kitchen, dear” Sophie said, she knew you weren’t ready to talk to Max yet, but the Dutchman had different plans.

You held your arms out to Annelise, who didn't think twice before jumping into your lap, you did your best to avoid Max's gaze.

“We’re going, Sophie... I’ll let you know when we get home,” you said in a whisper and crossed the room towards the exit, but Max grabbed your bicep, stopping you from leaving.

“We need to talk, Y/N... Just five minutes, please,” he said quietly, as soothingly as he could.

“We have nothing to talk about, Max.”

“Please, just five minutes,” he begged, giving Annelise a quick glance in his lap.

“Five minutes, no more.” You said, releasing your arm from his grip. “Sophie, can you take Anne please?”

“Of course, it’s no sacrifice for me, is it, mon bebé?”

Finally you and Max were alone, you were uncomfortable to the point that your skin felt itchy.

“I didn’t expect to see you here… I thought you would stay in Monaco”

“I had nothing to keep me in Monaco, I saw no reason to stay there, and Sophie welcomed me as if I were her daughter,” you said, putting your hands in your coat pockets. “Get to the point, Max, I have to go...”

He licked his lips nervously. “I wanted to talk about our daughter.”

“No, no, calm down, you don’t have a daughter, at least not with me, Annelise is my daughter and mine alone, your participation in her conception was purely accidental.” You said it without any emotion.

“I know I said stupid things that night, Y/N, but I want to make up for every single one of them, with you and with the girl” he said and you scoffed.

“Oh really? And what makes you think you have any right to her?”

“Y/N I’m her father” he said patiently, as he always was with you, until that night at least.

“Unless you request a DNA test, there is nothing to prove your paternity over Annelise,” you determined, taking a step towards him, “and don’t think I’m an idiot, Max, you always knew I was in Brussels with your mother, Sophie told you that the same day I arrived, because I highly doubt she didn't give you the biggest lecture of your life that night.”

He looked away, proving his point “and yet you never cared, you didn’t come to her birthday, or call when she had pneumonia, you didn’t even know her name until today, So please don't lie to me saying that you regret it or that you want to be a part of her life.”

You pressed your fingers to your temples, already feeling the pains of the inevitable migraine.

“Annelise will eventually find out about you, but until then, don't go near her, I won't allow you to be cruel to my daughter the way you were to me.” That was your final sentence before you went to get Annelise with Sophie. You didn't want to have to share oxygen with him any more than necessary. Max belonged to a past you didn't want to revisit.

He stood still in place, watching you leave with the girl, without giving you another look.

“There are stupid people, and then there’s you, Max,” Sophie said, approaching her son. “I find it absurd how you inherited Jos’s worst traits...”

He couldn't help but agree, Max was fucking dumb.

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