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sunrizef1 · 11 days

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The Alchemy

Pairing: Logan sargeant x singer!reader

Warnings: Cursing

Authors note: recently realized that every time i include Logan in a fic, he gets points. That is me manifesting xx Not edited, ill edit later. Very loosely based on the alchemy by Taylor swift. This album has me in a chokehold. Also!! Tysm for 1k, I’ve been trying to think of something to do for that xx

Word count: 7.6k (took way too long, thanks Tay)

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“Do you want to go to the f1 race in Miami? Ferrari invited you.”

Your head snaps to your publicist who tilts her head with a questioning look on her face. You set your guitar down, putting an end to your idle strumming. It rests on top of your notebook filled with random lyrics and doodles.

“I didn’t know I was allowed to do that,” you reply, laying back onto the couch you were sat on, shifting to sit in the seat more comfortably.

Your publicist, Aimee, rolls her eyes at your response, clicking away quickly on her phone, “I mean, you’re one of the biggest stars in the world, you could technically do whatever you wanted. It’s just never been in your image to go to sports or whatever. But everyone is gonna be there.”

There it is, the real reason you’d be allowed to go to a race was to be amongst the famous people that Aimee would, no doubt, want you to mingle with. Mingling wasn’t your strong suit.

“Ill think about it,” you give her a tight-lipped smile which she hums in response to, sliding out of the room without another glance at you.

The second she's gone, you collapse against the leather couch, eyes locked onto the ceiling of your studio.

The real reason you wanted to think about going to the race wasn't because Aimee only wanted you to go to get good pr but, instead, it was because of your own personal connection with one of the drivers.

You'd met Logan a year ago at the previous Miami Grand Prix. Noone knew you were there and you had intended to keep it that way before you ran into the driver.

You got in fairly easy, Mercedes VIP pass wrapped around your neck. You were close friends with Lewis who promised he could get you in and out with it still remaining a secret. You had your jacket hood up above your head, hair pulled back away from your face and a pair of sunglasses resting on your nose.

You hadn't thought about how many people you knew would be there. Your eyes stayed trained on the ground for the most part, hoping that it you didn't look up, no one you knew would notice you.

Because you weren't looking where you were going, you didn't see yourself run straight into a taller figure, landing against his hard chest.

Both of you stumble back a bit from the impact and you immediately open your mouth to apologize to the man in front of you but when you look up, the words die in your throat. Your eyes trace the features of the blond man, soaking up every little detail of his pretty face. You can tell he's muscular through his blue t-shirt and your breath catches slightly.

He's speechless when he sees you as well but for a completely different reason. You may not have been in your flashiest clothes or have your usual makeup or hair but anyone with a brain could recognize you if they actually bothered to look. Your music had been everywhere for so long and Logan would be lying if he said he hadn't had a crush on you for the longest time.

When you look up at his face and see him gaping slightly in an attempt to make sure you're actually you, you grasp his hand and start to pull him along before he can blow your cover. You pull him along until you reach a quiet corner, quickly pushing him away from the eyes of other people.

He leans against the wall behind him, crossing his toned arms across his chest and you find yourself gazing again.

“So,” he starts, voice filled with humor, “What is Americas sweetheart doing at a Formula 1 race... Undercover?”

You roll your eyes but cant help the grin that starts to form from the mans words, “I'm not actually supposed to be here.”

“Oh and that's why I got dragged into a dark corner?” the man asks, grin splitting his pretty face.

You laugh but don't catch the pleased look on the man's face, “Yeah, sorry about that. Didn't want anyone to, I don't know, mob me or something.”

“I get it,” when he says it, you can't help but believe he really does get it for some reason. For all you knew, this man might just work PR for…you glance down at his t-shirt to check, Williams Racing!

“Well, thank you for cooperating…?”

The man raises his eyebrows at your questioning tone, “Logan.”

“Thank you for cooperating Logan. I know a lot of people that probably would've fought me for grabbing them like that.”

Logan laughs, head leaning back against the wall gently as the noise leaves his throat, “Its no problem. Are you in the Mercedes garage today?”

You nod at his words, glancing back out to make sure the both of you are still hidden from the outside, “Lewis said he could sneak me in.”

“He didn't do a very good job, then. If I found you out,” Logan grins, leaning away from the wall.

“Maybe not. But you're not gonna tell, are you?” you tilt your head teasingly at the blond, eyes crinkling with the weight of your smile.

He laughs again, sticking his pinky out between the two of you, “I won't, pinky promise.”

You giggle and Logan decides its the only noise he cares to hear from now on. You stick your hand out as well, wrapping your pinky around his and the two of you just stand there for a second, gazing toward the other.

But eventually, both of you seem to remember that there were time-sensitive events about to happen just about 10 meters from where you're stood. You break away from him, smile stuck on your features.

He walks away first, his grin replicating yours. He turns toward you as he walks away, pulling a hand up to wave goodbye slightly as he slides out of the corner.

“See you later, y/n,” he smirks before disappearing from view and something in you tells you you will be seeing him later.

You hurry to the Mercedes garage, having told Lewis you were there 15 minutes ago. He ushers you into his drivers room, telling you that you could chill there until the race started, only a slight bit of concern for your previous whereabouts written on his face. You don’t tell him you think you’d just fallen in love with some random teams random employee, deciding that was a bit too off topic for the currently rushing Lewis who was practically running around his room trying to get his stuff together. He wasn’t stressed since he was, of course, Lewis Hamilton, but this was the most frazzled you’d seen him

“Ill be back before the race starts,” Lewis nods toward you while he opens the door, things clutched in his tattooed hands.

“Have fun, Lew!” you call out, collapsing against his couch the moment he leaves.

You pass the time scrolling through your phone, scribbling random lyrics into your notes app and trying not to fall asleep. Lewis comes back quick enough, sneaking you into the garage with your hood pulled tightly over your hair and sunglasses sat firmly on your face.

No one spares you a second glance and if they do, they know better than to question Lewis Hamilton.

Your eyes are drawn to one of the screens above you, the drivers all stood out in a line together for the national anthem and your eyebrows raise when they land on a certain blond man. Right in front of your eyes, Logan is stood in Williams blue and white next to his teammate as the national anthem plays behind them.

Oh, that cheeky bastard.

Well, at least you now knew where to find him after the race. When the race starts, you try your hardest to stay focused on the Mercedes and cheer for Lewis but you can’t help but let your eyes trace the path of a certain blue car instead.

When the race ends and Logan’s in p8, you find yourself anxiously waiting for Lewis to get back so you can dip. You bounce passively on your heels, fingers picking at the fraying edge of your jacket. The Miami sun beats down relentlessly, making sure you stay safely in the shaded garage.

Lewis gets back quick enough, having not been on the podium this race. You give him a quick hug and a congratulations, telling him you’ll text him if you ended up wanting to get dinner later. You didn’t give him a concrete dinner plan since you had a feeling you’d be busy later.

You practically sprint out of the garage in your effort to find Logan before he leaves, missing the confused look you leave on Lewis’ face as he watches you run.

You honestly had no idea where the Williams garage was but when you see the familiar blue, you stop in your tracks outside the exit. You lean on the wall just outside the door, hoping no one will see you as they leave.

A driver in orange passes you, Oscar maybe, giving you a perplexed look as he walks by. You just dip your head farther, hoping he didn’t recognize you. Or worse, think you’re some kind of stalker.

But before the kid can call any security or ask you for a picture, a familiar laugh sounds out as someone opens the door next to you. You glance up and see Logan exiting and you reach over and grasp his wrist. Logan looks up to see you, his infinite smile seemingly stretching even wider as he see your concealed state.

“Hi, y/n,” he laughs dopily, abandoning whoever he’d been walking out with. You glance over his shoulder to see Oscar with his eyebrows furrowed and you pray any of his concern had disappeared when he saw Logan’s positive reaction.

“Hi, Logan,” you smile back, pulling him away from the garage and hopefully away from anyone at all, ending up in a corner not dissimilar to the what you had pushed him into earlier that day, “Congrats on the points. Can’t believe I thought you worked PR or something.”

He grins again, carding a hand through his sweaty hair. Your eyes trace the fireproofs he hadn’t taken off yet, trying not to ogle the muscles under the shirt.

“Thanks, I’m pretty sure both parts of those are compliments?” your eyes snap back to his and away from his chest. You can tell from the smirk on his face, he had noticed your stare and you try your best to control your blush.

As you two stand in the corner quietly for a moment, you’re surprised when Logan’s the one to break the silence.

“Do you want to get dinner later?” Your eyebrows shoot up in shock at his confidence but they quickly settle as you smile softly.

“I’d love to.”

Logan grins once again, shoulders obviously relaxing at your response, “My phones in my room… or I’d get your number.”

You laugh slightly as he leans back against the wall behind him, his own blush covering his cheeks as you giggle.

“I’ll go with you,” you state simply, shrugging your shoulders and watching as his own eyebrows raise.

“You sure?”

You laugh as he leans closer to you, “yeah I’m sure, Logan. I’ll give you my number and you can send me dinner plans and we can have a great time. Celebrate your win.”

“I didn’t win,” Logan’s face looks somewhere between a grimace and a smile. His hands moved to wrest against his hips. Right where his race suit was also sat.

“You got points. Close enough to a win in my book,” you shrug, smiling big.

Logan laughs loudly, head leaning back against the brick wall behind him and your own laugh joins his, creating a chorus of joy that wasn’t to common on these parts of the paddock.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll text you then. Come on, I need to shower,” he says to you, returning the previous favor by grasping your wrist in his and pulling you along to his drivers room. When he starts walking, you slide your wrist out of his grasp and intertwine your fingers instead, pretending not to see the grin that splits his face.

When you get to his room, you quickly put your number in his phone before exiting. As much as you wish you could’ve stayed, you had places to be and if you were going on a date, you'd need a few hours.

Logan texts you the minute you're in the car back to your place and you grin stupidly at the words on your screen, texting back quickly.

The date goes well, Logan being a perfect gentleman the whole time. He had picked a nice steakhouse he had no doubt been to a couple times growing up, considering you knew how he’d grown up. You had definitely not pulled his Wikipedia up the second your feet hit the floor of your room.

He sips his wine passively, much more interested in the stories you were telling about being on tour and the time one of your backup dancers had accidentally hooked up with one of the drivers. He offers to cut your steak for you and you let him, simply because none of your ex’s would have ever done something as small as that. He reads the dessert menu to you, asking the waiter for a second fork when you order the chocolate cake despite your objections about having your own slice. You both laugh but you shake your head when he offers to get a different piece. He picks up the bill despite your protests, sliding his card into the check and handing it back before you can even attempt to grab it from him. Then he walks you back to the car, arm around your shoulders as you try not to trip in your heels. When he drops you off, he moves to walk away from your doorstep but you’re quick to grasp his wrist, pulling him in and slamming the door behind the both of you.

That had been a year ago and you were still in love with Logan.

A year of Logan sneaking you in and out of the garage and a year of coincidentally scheduling tour shows to line up with race weekends. You’d released two albums about him. Not even your own manager knew who the songs were about. The only person who knew about the relationship was Lewis, who figured it out pretty quickly when you didn’t text him to get dinner that very first night. He was actually quite helpful in getting you in and out of the paddocks all across the world. He was pretty private to begin with so no one asked him many questions about where he was sneaking off to.

It’s not that you didn’t want to world to know about your relationship. It’s more that it was nice to have something you loved be private for once. Every boyfriend you’d ever had was inevitably mobbed by fans every time they stepped outside. Not that you were too empathetic. Half of your ex’s were contractually obligated to date you by your agency and the other half just sucked as people.

Logan was the first boyfriend you truly loved and got to choose to be with every day. Also, if your agency found out you’d secretly been dating someone and sneaking around for a year, you’d never hear the end of it and you’d probably get dropped for breach of contract, or whatever.

You didn’t tell anyone else on the grid. You would've but Logan dissuaded you after telling you that none of them could keep a secret for their lives.

So, the second Aimee left the room, your first calls is to Logan.

“Hey baby,” Logans voice echoes across the phone. You can hear a bit of exhaustion in his voice and recall him telling you he was about to work out, “Whats up?”

You can't help the heat that rises to your cheeks at even his simplest words, “Hey, are you free to talk?”

“Yeah, yeah, just finished working out with Benny,” He replies, and you car hear the beep of a car unlocking and the door opening before closing, “Everything okay?”

You hum, shifting in your seat, “Yeah, I'm fine. Aimee just asked if I wanted to go to the Miami gp with Ferrari.”

There's a few seconds of silence from Logans end of the phone before he responds, “Do you want to?”

“It’d be nice to go and not have to hide in the back of Mercedes,” you sigh, weighing the pros and cons, “But I don't want to go with Ferrari.”

“You can't pick the garage?”

“I’ll try but I feel like Aimee will just stick me in whatever garage she wants me in,” you sigh again, sinking dejectedly into the couch, “Not sure I'd get much of a choice.”

“I’d love to have you there,” you can hear the slight smile in his voice and you laugh warmly despite your previous annoyance.

“Ill try and convince her. I'll see you there Logan,” you smile, sitting up in your seat. You fiddle with a piece of your hair, glancing around the small room you're in. You weren't super confident you could convince Aimee but if Logan wanted you there, you'd try your hardest to get in the Williams garage.

Logan laughs, “See you there, babe. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Logan hangs up and you smile, tossing your phone down next to you. You're quick to pick it back up though, texting Aimee to ask if you can be in the Williams garage instead.

When the day of the Miami GP arrives and your stood in the Williams garage, its as much of a surprise to you as it is to everyone else. You had spent the past month trying to convince Aimee to let you sit in Williams instead of Ferrari. She had spent the past month telling you that it’d be better for your image to be in Ferrari.

You hadn't told Logan you’d be in his garage since, until that morning, you didn’t know you would be. You weren’t initially sure what made her change her mind but when you entered the garage and saw several celebrities almost more famous than yourself, it made sense. Of course she’d only agree to get you to be seen interacting with more a-listers. Jokes on her, though, because instead of staying in the garage for the next few hours, you decided to walk around. You were actually hoping to find Lewis in something other than a dark corner for once.

On the other side of the paddock, Logan had ended up in Ferraris hospitality after Oscar had dragged him along to meet up with Lando who was meeting up with Carlos who was meeting up with Charles who was meeting up with Max. So, in the end, Logan felt out of his element.

He chair sat slightly away from the others as they all talked about Miami, a place that Logan honestly didn’t have much to say about anymore. Maybe if someone asked, he’d say something. But he honestly wasn’t feeling it. He’d be more enthused if you were stood in his garage instead of Charles’, cheering him on. But, no, Aimee had you stuck in the red and yellow.

“Did you guys hear that y/n l/n is here?” A Spanish accent rings out from across the little circle of chairs, causing Logan’s head to snap up.

Lando’s head shoots up as well, eyes locking onto Carlos’, “You’re kidding! I love her!”

Carlos nods his head at the Brit, grinning widely, “Yeah, I heard some engineers talking about her earlier!”

Max snorts, shaking his head in disbelief, “If she was here, one of us would’ve seen her already. She’s not in either of our garages,” Max gestures between him and Charles who’s sat with an agreeable look on his face, nodding at Max’s words.

“I’m gonna ask around. If she’s here there’s no way I’m not giving her my number,” Lando laughs, already looking around for someone to interrogate. Logan has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes. Although it was weird Charles hadn’t seen you. Maybe he’d just left before you’d arrived.

“You sure she’s even single, mate?” Oscar asks the brunette man, laughing slightly as he turns around toward the Aussie with a smirk on his face.

“She hasn’t been seen with anyone in like a year and a half and there’s definitely no shortage of men in love with her. I’m about to jump on that before anyone else here snatches her up,” Lando laughs again, standing up from his chair quickly almost as if he’s about to sprint out but suddenly Lewis appears beside the little group, catching Lando before he can.

“What are you guys doing?” Lewis asks with a raised eyebrow, eyes surveying the group before they stop on Logan. Logan glances away from the older man quickly, choosing instead to stare at the ground.

“Talking about y/n l/n. Apparently she’s here and Landos so in love with her that he’s about to sprint out and find her. I’d want her number too but Lando seems more passionate,” Carlos laughs and Charles nods along with a grin. Lewis’ eyes land back on Logan with a small smirk gracing his features.

“Yeah but we’re not sure she’s even here, we all think she would’ve been in one of our garages if she was here,” Max continues, gesturing toward his fellow drivers. Logan has a sneaking suspicion he meant every garage beside Williams.

Logan grins again, pushing Lando softly back into his seat. Logan can feel the man’s gaze on his lowered head as he respond, “Well, she’s is here. She’s in the Williams garage.”

With that, Logan’s head snaps up to meet Lewis eyes and the eyes of all the other drivers move quickly toward Logan who’s too busy looking at Lewis to sink under their piercing gazes.

“She’s looking for you,” Lewis nods at Logan who’s quickly to stand from his seat, six pairs of eyes on his back as he turns away.

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath as he starts to walk away from the group, his movements quickly turning into a run.

Back in the little circle, Lando sits with a pouty look on his face while everyone besides Lewis sits with incredulous looks on their faces. Lewis sits proudly, a small smirk on his face. Oscar is the one to break the silence.

“What the fuck just happened?”

Logan reaches the garage quick enough, hearing whispers of your name echo between engineers and PR workers alike, all mumbling about your surprising presence in the garage.

He jogs lightly over to Alex, slinging an arm around the taller drivers shoulders. The man turns away from the conversation he was having with Lily, furrowing an eyebrow at the weirdly exhausted American.

“What’s up mate?”

“Have you seen y/n?” Logan says through labored breaths, eyes tracing every corner of the building in search of a sign of you.

Alex shakes his head, glancing back toward his girlfriend, both with matching confused looks on their faces, “Nah mate, apparently we’ve just missed her.”

Logan groans dramatically, sliding away from Alex and moving toward the exit once again, correctly assuming you must be looking for Lewis. Alex turns back to Lily whose confusion mirrors his.

“What was that about?”

“No idea.”

Logan’s once again jogging through the paddock in search of you, praying he gets there before Lando can thoroughly weird you out or flirt enough to give you trauma.

His heads bowed to shield himself from the Miami heat so he doesn’t see himself run straight into someone. He reaches out to catch whoever he’s just thrown toward the ground and when he looks up he’s met with your pretty face. He’s honestly never been more relieved to see someone.

“Hi,” you smile softly as he leans you back to standing, arms still wrapped gently around your torso.

“Hi,” he laughs, out of breath from his jog. You both stand and stare in each others eyes for a moment, adoration in the air between you.

“That felt quite familiar,” you break the trance, laughing as his arms finally move away from you in order to keep a little decorum.

Logan barks a laugh, hand moving to run through his blonde hair as he glances toward the ground abashedly, “Yeah, except this time, you’re not pulling me into a dark corner.”

You glance around at the bustling people around you, realizing how little you cared about people seeing you interact. A weight feels like it’s been lifted off your shoulders at the fact you don’t have to hide your conversations around here anymore. It actually felt quite freeing.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” you reply, smiling as sunlight hits the side of your face, eyes not catching the loving stare Logan is sending your way as you bask in the Miami sun.

Logan grins, eventually pulling you away from the sun as he grasps your wrist. You lean into his side slightly, keeping a reasonable distance for people to think you’re just close friends. You’d already talked about how mad your agency would be if they found out you were dating. So you both agreed interactions in the paddock would be kept to platonic.

But as much as you tried to keep them so, you could only do so much. It was hard to keep the love out of your eyes as you stared at Logan, eyes tracing the side of his face. Anyone with eyes could see how gently he held you, with all the love and care in the world.

As you arrived back at the Williams garage, Logan kept walking and pulled the two of you back into his room as quietly as he could. Shutting the door gently behind him. As soon as the doors closed, your hand is wrapping around the side of his face and pulling him down to meet him in a gentle kiss.

He smiles into it, arms wrapping around your shoulders as you walk the two of you back to the couch, both flopping down onto it. You lean back against the arm rest as he lays against your chest, the exhaustion of a race weekend finally catching up with him.

“Go to sleep baby,” you say quietly, fingers carding through his sun-bleached hair, “You’ve got more than a few hours. I’ll wake you up when someone comes to get you.”

Logan hums half-heartedly, eyes already closing as he shifts to sit against you more comfortably, sleep quickly overtaking him. You scratch his head passively as he sleeps, almost petting him as if he was a golden retriever. You slide your phone open, mumbling lyrics and rhythms under your breath. You mange to type a few verses into your phone with one hand, occasionally having to pull your other hand away from his head momentarily. Every time you did, though, he’d shift in his sleep and your hand would go right back.

It’s a few hours of this before anyone comes to disrupt his nap, the door sliding open without a knock. Your eyes catch Alex’ and you quickly raise your hand with a shushing motion, gesturing down at the man sleeping on top of you. Although, Alex seems more preoccupied with your presence than Logan’s sleeping state, mouth dropping open as he takes in you and his teammates predicament.

“The team needs Logan, they’re about to start getting ready,” Alex manages to spit out, eyes still bouncing between the two of you. You nod, moving one hand to tap at Logan’s face lightly. The man groans through his tiredness, eyes cracking open slowly.

“Teams getting ready, they need you,” you smile down at him. He glances up at you with a small smile, eventually rolling off of you to stand up with a yawn.

Only then do his eyes catch on his teammate stood by the door, shock and confusion lacing his figure. Logan just waves slightly, drowsiness still fogging his mind. Alex blinks, arms frozen to his side.

When Logan grabs his stuff and steps out of the small room, stopping to give you a kiss on his way out, Alex finally snaps out of his haze.

“What the hell, man?” Alex manages to spit out.

Logan yawns as he walks by his teammate, a hand reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, “Huh?”

Alex splutters through his words incredulously, “Why were you sleeping on top of y/n l/n? One of the biggest stars in the world was just hanging out in your room!?”

Logan hums, running a hand over the lines that had appeared on his face during his nap, “That’s my girl, man.”

Alex stops in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth dropped in shock, “What!?”

Logan rolls his eyes at his teammates dramatics, dragging him along next to him and also gesturing for Alex to keep his volume down, “Yeah, we’ve been together for a year and a few months.”

“Mate, what? She’s released like 3 albums in that time,” Alex starts before he seems to come to a realization, eyes snapping back to Logan again, “Oh my god, is reputation about you!?”

When Logan concedes and nods in response, a grin break out on his teammates face, “What about Lover? Or nonsense? Or espresso? Oh my god, so many of her songs must be about you!”

Logan holds back his annoyance, blaming his exasperation on his quite recent wake up call, taking a moment to remind himself that Alex was just surprised. If this had been any other day, he’d take any chance to talk about how cool you were or how much he loved you. But after everything with Landos crush and the boys thinking you’d only ever been seen in their garages, he was honestly annoyed. Not at you, of course, just at how everyone was acting without any tact.

“Yeah, come on, the team needs us,” Logan yawns, dragging his teammate down the hall, the latter still with a stupid grin on his face.

You stepped back into the garage again eventually, eyes scanning the parts of the garage you hadn’t seen before while hidden in the corners. Of course, the Williams garage was completely unfamiliar. But you hoped it wouldn’t be unfamiliar anymore after today.

You can feel the cameras and questioning glances on you, wondering why you’d be at an f1 race, let alone Williams. Everyone thought you’d be in Red Bull or Ferrari or at the least, Alpine, since several of your athlete friends had invested.

You’re not sure what the rules are for drivers going into garages that aren’t theirs but you’re ninety-nine percent sure Lando wasn’t supposed to be here. It didn’t help that he seemed to have dragged Oscar, Max and Charles along with him.

“Oh my god, y/n l/n!” You hear the Brit call out first, giddiness lacing his words. You glance over to see the four drivers approaching, turning your gaze back to the team momentarily to check if this was allowed. There’s uneasy looks on their faces but none of them move to kick them out so you turn back to the quartet.

“Hi?” You smile with a raised eyebrow and you swear you see Lando blush. Oscar rolls his eyes as the older driver starts dramatically fanning himself.

Charles is the first person to respond normally, sticking out his hand as he leans toward you, “It’s nice to meet you, we’re big fans. Some of us obviously more than others.”

You laugh as Charles side-eyes Lando who responds by sticking his tongue out. Their interactions made sense considering you were pretty sure half of them never graduated high school. You reach out and shake Charles’ hand before dropping it as Max reaches out his own.

“I’m Max, not sure how much you know about F1,” Max states, tilting his head. If only he knew just how many races you'd been to.

You nod your head with a small smile, ignoring the way Lando is staring with a dopey look on his face, “Yeah, yeah, I've actually watched a lot of races, so I've seen you win a lot haha.”

Max smirks slightly, shaking his head. Lando frowns as Oscar elbows him and mumbles something under his breath, “She’s never seen you win, mate.”

Your head snaps toward the drivers in papaya as Lando practically tackles Oscar, putting the Aussie in a headlock. You tilt your head toward Charles who’s watching with a frown but makes no effort to separate the pair, “This happen a lot?”

He hums, nodding his head, not taking his gaze away from the thing 1 and thing 2 now on the ground in front of you, “Yeah, they’re like puppies, got to let them get their energy out somehow. No ones been seriously maimed. Yet.”

You snort, finally looking away from the idiots as you hear someone walk up behind you, Charles and Max, the latter turning around as well.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” The commanding voice of the Williams team principal rings out, causing the two mclarens to halt their movements, immediately separating as they stand up.

James surveys the little group for a few moments and you look over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of blond hair before it disappears.

“Now,” James starts, scanning the drivers in front of him, all in varying colors of team shirts, “I could probably get you all in trouble for being in my garage but since I’ve heard a lot of excitement about our guest today, I’ll let it slide.”

You looks back to the man in front of you when you hear a mention of yourself, skin heating as several pairs of eyes all look to you. You look away and back to where you’d seen Logan, hoping for a quick escape. You find him but you watch as he makes eye contact with Lando before turning away as quick as he can. Lando, on the other hand, shoots a hand out to point at the driver, moving forward toward him.

“Logan!” He yells as the aforementioned driver turns away, making himself busy with pretending to be helping Alex, “I need to know what he did to get you in his garage!”

Lando gestures at you before moving to walk past you. He only makes it a few steps before James is stepping in front of him, pushing the lighter man back slightly, “I actually believe you will all be going back to your own garages, yes? It’s almost time for the race.”

Lando frowns with a suspicious look on his face, planting his feet firmly in the ground beneath him as if challenging James to move him. Oscar rolls his eyes before grabbing the brunettes wrist and dragging him out of the room, waving slightly at Logan as he exits.

Charles and Max both wave at you as they leave but Max is the one calling out, “Nice to meet you, y/n.”

You smile at the pair, waving them goodbye. You sigh as you turn around, tiredness filling your face. James stops you before you can stalk off to your seat for the race, hands grasping your shoulders lightly.

“It’s nice to finally meet my drivers girlfriend,” there’s a knowing look on the man’s face and you open your mouth to respond but he beats you to it, “He didn’t tell me. But I saw you two in the hall earlier, the boy had love written on his face, it would’ve been hard to miss.”

You blush, looking down toward the ground with a smile, “Thanks Mr Vowles, it’s nice to meet you as well.”

James laughs, ruffling your hair as he leans away, “Have a fun day, kid. Maybe you’re his lucky charm. And you can call me James.”

You smile as you walk away, smoothing your hair back to place. You weren’t too annoyed by the antics since it was pretty windy anyway, your hair had already been going wild.

“Thanks, James. Good luck, today.”

He just nods in response before slipping away, no doubt to get ready for the race. You turn to talk to Logan but he’s already been swept up in the chaos of the pre-race so you leave him to it, finally making it to your designated seat for the day.

It’s not long before it’s lights out and away we go.

P3. P fucking 3. Logan had just gotten a podium.

You don’t think you’d ever screamed as loud as you had when he crossed the line. Luckily, Alex’ girlfriend, Lily seems just as excited as you, jumping up and down as the team celebrated around you. Fortunately, Alex had had a good race as well, finishing in fifth.

You didn’t bother wiping the tears that were falling from your eyes, too busy trying not to fall over in your expensive heels as Lily dragged you to where the team was meeting at the barriers. Sun shines brightly down on you all, painting your faces with a warming light. Williams employees revel in joy from all around you, pure happiness gracing their usually joy-deprived faces.

The crowd seems to part as you and Lily make your way to the barriers, grasping at each other tightly, trying to make sure this was all real.

Tears stream down your face, no doubt taking your mascara with them. You have to gasp for air more than a couple times, pure elation taking over your breath. You watch as the blue car rolls in front of you, slowing to a stop. Lily hugs your arm tightly, already having heard about your relationship from Alex. You see Alex’ car out of the corner of your eye but you’re too busy trying not to collapse.

Logan steps out of the car, hands visibly shaking. You can practically see the smile through his helmet as he stands on the nose of his car, the crowds of Miami cheering for their hometown hero.

He jumps down and moves to take off his helmet, gloves coming off with them. He glances around at the crowd above him, taking in the moment he gets to be the hero for once, gets to be revered. But his eyes do move away, tracing the crowd for his team.

When his eyes land on yours, another tear slides down your face and drops off into the warm concrete below you. His grin in that moment could move mountains, filled with enough pure joy to heal any aches and pains you’ve ever felt. You can’t look away from his child-like joy, having never seen him this happy in your entire year of dating. His eyes widen with a warmth you wish you could find a way to stay in forever, almost rivaling the warmth of the Miami sun.

Someone from race control tries to get him to go get weighed but he’s dropping his helmet before taking off in a run. He reaches you and before you can even say a word, he’s grasping your face in his hands and leaning down to put his lips against yours, melting into your embrace.

Screams echo around you but all you can hear is the words Logan whispers as he breaks away, leaning his forehead against yours, “I did it, baby.”

You laugh, leaning toward him as he reaches a hand up and wipes away your tears, “Yeah, you did. I’m so proud of you!”

Logan smiles, closing his eyes momentarily to take in the love between you, “Thank you for coming, I love you so much, baby.”

You tilt his head up to catch his lips in another searing kiss, hoping he can feel just how proud and in love with him you are, “I love you too, so, so much.”

You’re both just grasping at each other, praying to be able to simply hold each other for as long as you can before someone pulls him away. Unfortunately, that comes sooner than you’d hoped as someone from race control pulls him away to get weighed. You finally break from the trance he’d put you in, looking around to see Charles and Max staring at Logan as he walks in front of them, glances shared between the pair in p1 and p2.

Lily wraps an arm around you as Alex walks away from her as well and you lean your head on your shoulder, watching as your boyfriends talk after getting weighed, obvious congratulations and pats on the back being shared between the two.

You knew this would make Aimee mad, but you honestly couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were too busy being young and in love. You could always find a different agency, you were in high demand after all.

Logan’s stood to the side with Alex when Lando walks up, eyebrows furrowed deeply as he surveys the Williams drivers.

“What the hell was that, mate?” Lando calls out to Logan, confusion creeping through his outward disapproval.

Logan laughs at the Brits face, sensing a bit of disappointment in the McLaren drivers demeanor, “The podium?”

Lando rolls his eyes, running a hand through his curls, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

Logan laughs again as Alex throws his arm over the younger drivers shoulder, preparing to steer the two of them to interviews, “Just kissing my girlfriend, mate. Nothing else to it.”

Lando seems to be even more confused as the Williams drivers walk away, although he does eventually manage to shout out a final sentence, “How’d you manage that!?”

Logan practically cackles as Alex snorts, knowing as much as he did that it was a miracle he had pulled you, “I’m not sure either!”

They do eventually make it to interviews and then podium, Logan sending a heart down at you with his hands before Charles and Max turn to him, champagne in hand. Logan stands there and takes it, Miami sunlight bounces off the rivulets of alcohol that cascade across his tanned skin, still hot with the warmth that had infected him during the race.

The next morning, you don’t remember much from the night before. You had gone out to celebrate with Logan and of course, it was Miami and you were known so it wasn’t too hard to find the best spots. Drinks flowed and music pumped and you’re pretty sure you were hanging out with pitbull at one point.

Logan was still asleep in your bed in your Miami home, shirt missing and a distinct smell of beer sticking to his skin. His hair was ruffled and random pieces of glitter floated around his skin. His shins were hanging off the edge of the bed and random marks littered his exposed back, scratches and bruises, no doubt your fault, painting his usually blank skin with hues of red and purple. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more in love with him.

You slide from the bed quietly, moving toward your guitar as a sudden bout of lyrics plagues your mind, begging to be released. You strum passively as you sit out on your balcony, humming lyrics under your breath as Logan remains asleep soundly in your bedroom.

“Said it’s still reserved for me … who are we.. fight the alchemy?”

A month later, Logan’s entering the paddock, his phone clutched tightly in his hand and headphone covering his ears. He’s making his way to his garage when he’s suddenly bombarded by the same five drivers from Miami, all talking over each other.

“Calm down, one at a time, please,” Logan sighs, waiting for them to quit speaking at the same time. They all stop, Carlos being the one to speak first.

“Have you heard the new y/n song?” Carlos asks, eyes raised widely. Logan laughs as he asks it, sliding his phone open to Spotify, proudly showcasing your new song playing on loop.

The Alchemy - y/n l/n

Logan slides his phone in his pocket, walking away before Lando can wax poetic about you or complain about Logan stealing you away from him. Logan glances back to see Oscar covering Landos ears as the song starts to play from a nearby speaker. Logan laughs as Charles, max and Carlos do the opposite of helping by deciding to sing it loudly in the Mclaren boys face.

Alex watches his teammate walk up, pulling off his headphones to find the song also playing the garage. Alex laughs, leaning his head back in content, basking in the pure happiness radiating through the atmosphere this weekend.

“Good song,” Alex hums, cracking an eye open to see a wide grin split the younger man’s face.

“Thanks man, it’s about me.”

Alex laughs, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in, watching as Logan sways to the song, lips moving to the words no one else had had time to learn yet.

Alex closes his eyes again, letting the rhythm of the song and Logan’s hums take over his hearing. He wasn’t sure about your relationship at first but he honestly hoped you’d stay together just so he could see Logan this happy every weekend.

You, on the other side of the world, were listening to the song at the very same time, singing the lyrics to yourself and dancing to a song Logan had been hearing for the past month non-stop.

As you danced along, you just knew Logan was out there somewhere, dancing with you.

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love-belle · 8 months

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if i held you back at least i held u close !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their post break-up era is them trying not to think about each other but failing.

for when you will never forget how london felt with them. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - posting this right on midnight bc i will not update tomorrow buttttttt 3-5 works are in progress rn and yeah :) thank u sm for reading, i love you <3

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username king if u wanna grovel use pictures of u looking serious and all business not where ur all sunshiney and giggling

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username THE CAPTION

username no bc i think it's fucking HILARIOUS that lewis saw that one comment and decided to take their advice like lmao king shit 🔥🔥🔥

username i know he tryna stay unbothered but i also know he's sobbing while clutching his phone rn

username okay everyone saying he's unbothered but what if he's genuinely asking her ever think abt that 🙄🙄🙄🙄

-> username fr like he's trying to make small talk with his ex leave him alone

username AND IF I HELD U BACK AT LEAST I HELD U CLOSE OH MY GOD

-> username no bc this hits hard especially after y/n said that she felt like she HAD to be there at EVERY race and that was really messing with her shooting dates and her own career and life

-> username i miss their early days relationship sm :///

maxverstappen1 weather is shit. like you.

-> lewishamilton literally stop talking

-> maxverstappen1 okay stay mad because i chose sides in the divorce

-> lewishamilton LOOK AT HIM sebastianvettel

-> sebastianvettel max don't be mean to lewis

username max and lewis beefing in the comments under lewis' post which is about his ex (don't argue with me on this) is the most unexpected thing EVER

username max chose mom's side wow

-> username makes me wonder js how many friendships their break up ruined 💀💀💀

charles_leclerc where are you while i'm wondering will i ever see you again?

-> lewishamilton i'm in your living room

-> pierregasly those are lyrics sir hamilton

-> lewishamilton oh

-> username not lewis pretending he doesn't know every taylor song bc of y/n 😭😭😭

username i know he was gasping and clutching his chest while reading y/n's caption

username if 😭 i 😭 held 😭 u 😭 back 😭 at 😭 least 😭 i 😭 held 😭 u 😭 close 😭

-> username this has ruined me wtf

username i need my parents back for my mental stability i fear

username im fine!!!!!!! (i hope death takes me swiftly)

georgerussell63 it's bloody freezing, thank you for asking.

-> lewishamilton anytime man.

username need them to get back together magically or wtv

username im SOOO bothered about this i swear

username i will honestly never fall in love if THESE two didn't work out

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colie-nne · 11 months

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i-c-o-n-i-c part 1

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader | instagram au

summary: what it feels like to be the most iconic yet controversial couple in the paddock.

warning: implied age gap, other than that none.

requested: yes | no - REQUESTS ARE OPEN

a/n: so uhm this is part one, planned to post the whole thing but it came to be too long so i'm separating this into two. Hope you like it!!

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Daily WAG updates Lewis Hamilton's new girlfriend, Y/n L/n, was seen entering the paddock for the Monaco Grand Prix qualifying sessions, three months after confirming their relationship. (photos are from Twitter and y/n's latest story: yourusername)

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user a lewis girl, it's been so long omy!!!🤍

user is it true that she's younger than him

user yes! people say she's only in her early twenties user i heard she was... user OH WHAT?

user another one using the drivers for fame 🤮🤮🤮

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lewishamilton Great race today, experienced a few mishaps but everything ended up good. Nice work coming from the team, who's always giving their best. Felt real support and love this weekend. Merci, Monaco 🇲🇨. (28/05/2023)

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yourusername always the greatest ❤️

lewishamilton 😘 user i can't believe she got lewis to use that emoji, so cute!!! user the support he's missing has arrived

user and he has posted her....

user wanna bet that he'll drop her in a few weeks? user you do know they've been together for almost a year before going public right?

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yourusername Thank you for the experience, Monaco. See you!

also, lewishamilton can i have your number? 🫣

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lewishamilton nope, sorry ❤️

georgerussell63 no, he's already with me yourusername oh ok❤️ user not george fighting for lewis 😂

user his smile !!! and that last pic, they're so cute

user don't you guys find it weird that she's closer to george and mick's age, yet she's dating him?

user she's an adult, she knows what she's doing. user yeah, she knows how to spend his money😒

mercedesamgf1 we can give you his number in exchange for those cookies you brought last time.

yourusername sure!! great, thank you!!😊 user i like how his team likes her with lewis

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Daily WAG updates Y/n L/n spotted shopping around Monte Carlo with Mercedes' Lewis Hamilton (02/06/2023)

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user and there goes his money

user her family is known in the business industry and that y/n herself is a businesswoman, i don't think she needs lewis' money tbh

user what a golddigger at such a young age

user Y/n's so pretty!! i see why lewis is with her

user yeah, she's also very sweet, cause I happen to be there when they were shopping and when I asked lewis for a picture she asked me if she could take it instead!! she also gave me that cookie his team was raving on about

user their age difference still bothers me... he's like 13 years older than her

user but they did say they met when she was 20 so nothing's wrong user i still think it's too big of an age gap

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user the heart!!! the heart oooooo!! congrats to lewis and george!!

user the are the it couple!! very very iconic, always serving

yourusername i will always be there for you, my heart

lewishamilton as i to you user this is so sweet it's making me sick carlossainz55 now show love to my bucket hat

user the support and motivation y/n gives lewis is phenomenal, she should attend the races so we can see our man be p1 again

user why is she always with lewis?? all she does is pose around the paddock

user uhm because they're together? user they should really break up at this point. i also can't see lewis settling with someone much younger than him user are we really still talking about the age gap or you're just saying that to throw hate on y/n??

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user i feel so sad for her, the fact that they had to hide their relationship for almost a year and the time they chose to public you've doubled up on the hate train. ya'll just jealous of her at this point.

user oh no!!! people be calling themselves fans of Lewis but will make his love ones go on private because of your delusional asses.

user FINALLY!!! Now, i just need the announcement that they broke up. it doesn't need to be today, tomorrow, or next week i just need it to happen.

user girl... are you sick? user no you guys are cause that girl was obviously using lewis and his money for her own gains user you guys literally bullied the poor girl into hiding.

user i wonder what lewis have to say after all this... i'm deeply sadden by the suddent course of this, nothing like i expected.

user so this is the reason she hasn;t been posting lately... hoping she'll come back when she's ready, i'll miss seeing her posts with lewis they're adorable.

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Praise Kink | Harry Lewis [KINKTOBER]

Wordcount: 800 words, short W2S praise kink blurb CW: blowjob, praise, gagging, kinda choking on his cock, cum in throat

His fingers wrapped around locks, messying your hair as he found purchase around the back of your head, not even making the move to push your head down his cock as you pushed your head down to the base of his cock with no direction, his head rolling back as he let out a low groan at the action.

"Fuck, you're so good with this..."

The praise falls from his lips like liquid gold, the way you chase it whenever you're fucking with him. Your eyes flick up to look to his own, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed slowly, his eyes hooded with pleasure and expression completely wasted as he found your eyes looking up to his own- wide and innocent looking despite the absolute filth of the scene- cock in your mouth, lips slicked and wet with your spit.

"You can't look at me like that princess, you're too fuckin' perfect..."

And that pet name always had you weak in the knees. You knew he was always trying to give you princess treatment, treat you like the most perfect little lady and always make sure you were getting what you wanted... Sometimes you just wanted to make him feel good though- and that's what you told yourself when you lifted your tongue slightly, massaging the underside of his cock and letting the tip follow the path of a prominent vein in his cock you could feel bulging.

"Just like that, such a good girl..."

You moaned around his length at the name, sending vibrations down his length and making him throw his head back with a more bothered groan, rutting his hips up just slightly and shoving his cock further down your throat, making you gag around his length.

You could feel your eyes watering as he triggered your gag reflex with his neediness, and took his cock out of your mouth to relieve your throat for just a moment- pumping his length in your hand and running your thumb over the slit and around his sensitive tip that flushed bright red.

"So proud of you for taking all my cock," Harry's hand brushed over your jaw sweetly, his thumb padding over your lips before your opened your mouth and let him push down onto your tongue, the rest of his fingers caressing the soft skin of your cheek as you sucked his digit instead, wrapping your tongue around his thumb and prepping yourself to fit his cock back into your throat.

Looking up at him, he removed his fingers from your mouth and let you place the tip back into your mouth and sink it down your throat slowly, allowing your windpipe to adjust to his size whilst he let himself groan at the feeling of your pretty little mouth around his length.

He looked pornographic, his chest raised high, back arching off of the wall with his eyes screwed shut, lips parted with heavy breaths falling alongside his moans n whimpers. You loved knowing this was the effect you had on him. Knowing that only you could have him feeling this way and only he would be the one to feel that euphoria.

You could tell he was close- the way his cock twitched in your mouth and the moans and groans fell from his lips between every other breath, and you could tell he was trying his best not to be ruthless about it - the way his hands clenched around the bedsheets besides you, clearly using all his willpower not to thrust up and throat fuck you- wrap his fingers in your locks and slam his cock into your throat until he was cumming down your throat-

The mere thought of being used like that had you tingling, the thought of being just a little toy for him to use and bring to his edge, and you let out the softest of moans at it, the vibrations making Harry let out a slightly whine, his mouth parting as he let out mumbles of: "I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum, baby, I think-"

Your hand traced up from his thigh to his stomach, tracing the subtle abs and drawing his attention back down to you- his desperate eyes finding your own tear-brimmed and innocently wide ones, peering up at him through thick lashes- looking so awfully gorgeous with him between your lips, mouth stuffed full with his cock. The sheer sight of you had him squeezing his eyes shut and rolling his head back as he felt himself release in your mouth- thick white cum dribbling onto your tongue and down your throat as you swallowed every single bit, hand running up and down his cock and not letting a single drop go to waste.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." His chest rose and fell climatically, his whole expression just completely dazed, completely blissed out and completely beautiful as his fingers stroked from your hair down to your cheek, his extremities shaking from the euphoria that still coursed through his body. "You're just too fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth... Such a good girl..."

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hamiltonaf · 8 months

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Hi! I’m so excited you’ve open your requests, can I ask one with Lewis where you work with Toto and are like his little girl, so you get along and are close.

You’ve been secretly in love with him for a while so you try to help and been there for him now that Merc is struggling with the car, so after one race weekend like this one (😪) you try to confort him but he takes his anger on you.

The following week at the factory you’re distant and he starts to miss you…

The end is on you.

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Confession | Lewis Hamilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Slight angst but fluff

A/N: Hi loves ! Slowly recovering from being ill for over a week so bare with me. Thanks anon for requesting. Hope you babes enjoy. Requests are still open .xx

The Monza race weekend was here… is it hypocritical of me to say it’s one of my favourites if I’m working for Mercedes ? You can’t deny that the vibe and energy of tifosi doesn’t hype you up even if you’re not a fan of Ferrari.

I couldn’t wait to start posting content for the weekend, I mean it is my job anyway - social media admin. It’s a fun job, not gonna lie. I think it’s quite evident that I spend most of my time posting about Lewis’s paddock outfits than anything Mercedes related. For starters, it’s valid to post Lewis because he’s obviously part of the team and secondly, who isn’t waiting to see the Sir Lewis Hamilton fashion week every race weekend ? Am I right..

I think trying to hide my crush or love should I say for Lewis isn’t working considering that some fans have even commented that it’s ‘quite obvious that admin has a soft spot for Lew’. I’m really exposing myself on main. As extroverted as I am, I can’t help but get shy and quite around Lewis, still bold enough to compliment his outfits everyday on race weekends - if I don’t comment, it’s obvious that something is wrong.

I’d like to think that Lewis and I are somewhat best friends considering we spend more time off-track than on-track. However, I’m starting to re-think that seeing how he’s keeping his distance from me. I eventually just had to work up a nerve to just march over to him and ask him what’s wrong. He finished his interviews and he came back into the hospitality. I approached him with a soft smile, “Hey, are you okay ?” I asked softly. “I’m fine” he abruptly said and brushed my shoulder with his as he walked past. I followed behind him and waited till we were in the hallway to speak up again. “I know something is on your mind. You know you can talk to me Lew, I’m always here for you” I said softly.

“(Y/N) I really couldn’t care to talk to you right now ! Can you just leave me alone ?” He said harshly. Thank god no one was around because I probably would’ve died of embarrassment. My smile fell and I felt a pain in my chest. “Sorry” I said lowly and walked away in the opposite direction.

I avoided him for the rest of the day as he asked. This was the first time he ever raised his voice at me and I was quite hurt to say the least. Usually post-race we’d meet up and go out for dinner or just spend the evening talking in either one of our rooms. I didn’t bother waiting for him after I stuck around for the team briefing, I went straight to the hotel and I was ready to go back to England. So much for thinking we could celebrate him racing for 2 more years.

Luckily I didn’t have to change my flight since I was already scheduled to leave for my flight back home at 8PM. Once I was back home and to myself, I noticed Lewis had posted on his Instagram. Low-key saddened to not receive a message from him yet. I guess it’s a sign I need to get out of my deluded space and get over him.

At a time like this not gonna lie that I hated my job because so much for trying to get over Lewis, posting about him on the teams social media is part of the job.

It’s Wednesday and we have a team meeting at the factory. I really wish I could sit this one out but unfortunately I can’t. I smiled at all the familiar faces as I clocked in and was so relieved to see Toto. “Ahh (Y/N) ! I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, you’ve been distant lately” he said as he pulled me in for a hug. “Toto, it’s only been 3 days since the race” I reminded him. “I know, but usually you’re always around after the team briefing on Sundays and even on off days, I hear from you. Everything okay ?” He asked concerned as he had an arm around my shoulder and lead the way.

“Oh yeah everything’s fine, the travelling and the energy from Monza just drained me this weekend. I just needed to de-stress these past few days” I sighed. “Of course, I suggest maybe taking an early holiday to Singapore” he suggested. “Sounds good to me, why don’t you and Susie join me ?” “I’ll let her know and get back to you on that” he smiled as he pats my back. Almost as if on cue, Lewis approached us. “You finally made it” Toto joked. “Sorry I’m late, uncle duties” he shrugged.

I felt so uncomfortable, I wish I could’ve been swallowed up into a hole. “No worries, (Y/N) kept me company” he smiled at me. I glanced up at Toto before stealing a glance at Lewis who was already looking at me with a soft smile.

“Oh, would you look at that, George is here ! Let me just go greet him” I excused myself and walked over to George. “Hey you !” I cheerfully said. “(Y/N/N) ! So good to see you. Carmen and I missed you on Sunday” he said as he then pulled me in for a hug. “Aww sorry I had to take off suddenly, had some things to sort at home” I sighed. “Ahh well we always have the next race weekend” he suggested. “Yeah of course. How’s my bestie doing..where is she ?” I asked. I could literally feel a pair of eyes burning at the back of my head. “She’s at home. You should stop by later if you have time” he smiled. “Aww that’s sweet. Thanks for the offer, I’ll try” I smiled back and just then we were disrupted to gather everyone for the factory meeting.

I don’t know why my brain told me to look back…and I actually did. Of course, it’s Lewis looking right at me. I ignored him and walked past him with George by my side.

After the factory meeting, both George and Lewis practiced ahead of Singapore on the simulator. Our team photographer, Steve, had then sent me the pictures he took for today for me to post onto the team socials. I was in my own cubicle, organising posts and captions until I heard a “hey !” from behind me. “Heyy !” I enthusiastically replied. I turned around on my chair to be faced with Lewis.

“Oh. It’s you” I said as my smile dropped. “Ahh you’re never this disappointed to see me and you’re so distant lately” he said causally. “Are you forgetting what you told me on Sunday ? You said and I quote I couldn’t care to talk to you right now, leave me alone !” I whisper yelled. “Can we talk somewhere more private ?” He motioned to the room a few metres away. I rolled my eyes and followed behind him. “Look (Y/N/N)..I’m really sorry for the way I acted. It was immature and uncalled for. I should’ve never taken my anger out on you... It’s unfortunate that I hurt those that I love and care for, you deserve better” he said as he took a step closer and held my hands in his.

I sighed, “Lew, it’s okay.. I get it. It’s normal to get upset, no one is expected to be happy all the time. You had a bad race, and it is what it is…you’re forgiven” “Those words just made my day. I didn’t know how to message you because I felt bad, and I needed to see you in person to get everything off my chest” he cleared his throat and had a more serious expression. “You made me realise a lot in these few days we were apart… I’m in denial about my feelings” he huffed. “Okay ? Lew I’m not getting you” I raised a brow in confusion. “Life isn’t complete without you in it. Not hearing your laugh or seeing you and that beautiful smile that lights up the room made me realise what I’m missing… I’m falling in love with you (Y/N)” he softly said with a smile.

My heart was racing. I could feel my hands getting clammy. I was at a loss for words. “Please say something” he softly said. “I’m sorry I’m just speechless. This is so surreal. I’ll be honest with you, I’ve been in denial about my feelings for a while, I tried to convince myself that the less I see you then the better… but I couldn’t. You made it so hard for me when you look so fine, and I have to post pictures of you -“ I rambled. “Did you just call me fine ?” He smirked and raised a brow. “Did I ? Oh my god. I- ugh you’re making this hard” I pouted as I noticed his eyes went from making eye contact to subtly switching to my lips.

I didn’t even have time to realise what was going on until I felt the butterflies. He cupped my cheek and placed his lips on mine. I kissed back and placed a hand around his neck to pull closer. “Lewis, have you seen-“ the door burst opened by George. I broke away and felt embarrassed by getting caught in the act. “Found her. Uhm sorry to interrupt, was going to ask if you’re coming over (Y/N/N) but seems like you already have plans” George winked. “Righttt see yourself out mate” Lewis motioned to the door. “Lew !” I playfully hit his chest. “See you love birds around” George said lastly before leaving. Momentarily, Lewis and I turned to look at each other. “So, your place or mine ?” He smirked

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angelnthsnow · 3 months

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The Party & The After Party

pairing: toto wolff x f!driver!reader

summary: after winning your first formula one race in your first year in the category, you don't think the day can get any better. fortunately, your boss has other plans for the night.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: age gap? it's never mentioned but it's there obvi, boss x employee, use of y/n, cursing.

author's note: i must say my friends have gotten me into formula one, but it's kinda hard paying attention to the cars when this man exists. i wrote this nonstop in the middle of the night, it's shorter than usual but i couldn't get the idea out of my head, so enjoy! i promise i'll post smth nfl related soon lol k bye!!

In your first year as the first female F1 driver, you had done the impossible. Standing on the 1st place of the Monaco Grand Prix podium, adrenaline pumping through your veins, you looked down at everyone who had ever doubted you. Years of resisting attacks, sexist remarks and the constant need to prove yourself, you felt like you could finally breathe. By your side, stood two of the greatest drivers the sport had ever seen, Lewis Hamilton, your teammate, in P2, and Max Verstappen, in P3.

Your eyes wandered through the vast crowd that chanted your name from below, searching for the man who had made it all possible, your boss, Torger Wolff, the first person who took you seriously. Being a woman with hopes of getting into Formula One was exhaustingly hard, but everything started to change when you won the F3 Championship, a few years ago.

Paul, your teammate at the time, had told you that a certain team principal would come to the race that day, and although you kept telling yourself to not get your hopes up, every single attempt to do so went downhill when you saw the Mercedes team principal walking through the paddock like he owned the place.

To you, Mercedes was everything. Besides being one of the most modern teams, you also realized soon enough that Toto was probably the most open-minded out of all the other TPs on the grid. It was sad, of course, having such a little percentage of people who would be happy to see a woman in a position that was so dominated by men, but still, it lit up a flame in your chest, a string of hope you clung onto whenever you felt like giving up your dream.

That day, with him on the bleachers as you drove fearlessly around Spa-Francorchamps, you won the F3 championship, putting you on a watchlist of drivers that could get into F2.

Ever since that day, the austrian had kept an eye on you.

He saw how fiercely you fought to have a place, to have a voice and to be heard in a space ever so dominated by the opposite sex, and it didn't scare him, not one bit, he admired it. When you stood on that podium earlier, he didn't even bother hiding a smile, taking pictures and videos and chanting your name with the rest of the team as Lewis and Max sprayed the ridiculously expensive champagne on your back as you laughed.

That's why today, hours after winning your first ever F1 race on your first year in the category, he still couldn't get off the high he was on. He had finally gotten the confirmation he so desperately needed, not because he didn't believe you could do it, but because he was eager to prove everyone else wrong, to rip the smugness out of every single man who told you you didn't belong there.

At least that's what he had told you earlier through the radio before the lights went out, prove them wrong. He just didn't know you fought to reprimand a sob as you tried to concentrate in the lights that stood just above the Albert 1st Boulevard.

Now, Toto's eyes scanned every single corner of Jimmy'z searching for you, only to find you on the dance floor, pornstar martini in hand as you swayed to the beats of Empire of The Sun's We Are The People.

You had a smile on your face that could lit up a whole room, and he couldn't be prouder. Soon enough, your eyes met his and you chuckled, making a peace sign to point at your eyes and then at his as the line got lost in your eyes blasted through the club's speakers.

Even at distance, you could see him rolling his eyes and chuckling at your playful gesture, but still, he came closer, until the only thing in his field of vision was the visibly drunk version of you.

"You look happy." he leans down and forward to yell in your ear, making himself heard even if though the loud music made it hard to.

You squirm at the proximity, but brush it off by taking another sip of your drink. "I'm on top of the world, Toto. I don't think I've ever been happier." You yell back and he resists the urge to fight back a smile, presenting you with his pearly whites.

As one of the neon lights hit your face, he's forced to take in all of you. The version of you you'd put up whenever he'd tell you he had an important meeting he needed you to attend, or whenever you were needed to put up a show, like today.

You wore a black strapless dress, the one you'd seen a few weeks prior to the Grand Prix at Elie Saab's display window while you were on your daily night walk through Monaco. It was mesmerizing, with a shimmery type of fabric that would definitely make sparks fly if a bright light shined over it. You had thought of buying it, for days, really, but decided against it because party dresses were never a much needed piece of clothing in your wardrobe. Well, that until you told Lewis about the dress, and when you arrived at your apartment a few hours after the race, there it was, on a hanger hanging on the curtain rods.

As much as your looks prevented Toto from thinking about anything else, he couldn't help but notice how huge your pupils were, so big that it felt like your iris' were long gone. That and the fact that your sclera had shifted from white to a more reddish color.

He shifted on his feet, unaware of how to proceed. Were you.. high? Was that even a thing between sportspersons? Deciding on it being a matter that shouldn't be handled in front of the city's most congested place as of today, he mutters a "come with me" in your ear, putting a hand on your lower back as he guided you away from the crowd.

When he finally stops, you find yourself in a more private, smaller room with a few sofas and armchairs. He then proceeds to ask you "You've taken something. What is it?"

You laugh at his sudden concern. The answer was clearly a big red yes written in all caps, but part of you couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed at yourself. You had done it, yes, but now you felt sort of guilty, because the last thing you wanted was to damage his or the team's image. You shake your head, trying to to keep those thoughts away. It was just a party, a party for you, with only selected people being allowed in, it wasn't like you'd wake up to your name on the news.

"Come ooon.. don't be such a party pooper!" You slurred.

Toto was shocked by your reaction, part of him wanted you to celebrate as you wished, after all, you had just fulfilled a dream, but the other part, the responsible boss part craved an explanation, he didn't want you to cause any harm to your already fragile media image.

"Are you serious? You're the star of the entire team today! We have thrown a party just for you and you're getting off on drugs?" He says, lowering his voice on the last word as he crosses his arm.

"It's just a blunt, Toto. I swear I'm fine." Your laugh echoes throughout the small room as you grab his big arms, uncrossing them. "Don't get so serious on me." You look up at him through your lashes.

Toto gives you a stern look before a smirk creeps up on his face. The anger and seriousness fades away in an instant as he realizes the situation wasn't that serious. He sighs and looks at you with a sly, yet curious look. "How many? One, right?"

"Just one, sir." You say mischievously, holding your pinky finger up before kissing it to symbolize a promise.

Toto is taken aback as you kiss your pinky finger in a sarcastic manner, although he doesn't say anything. He looks at you with the same sly look as before. "I see... and have you done this before?"

"Who hasn't, duh?" You furrow your brows, flashing him a backward smile.

'He hasn't, of course. That's Torger Wolff we're talking about' you think to yourself as you look up at him. The soreness of your muscles and the pain of being on your feet for so long getting to you.

Sometimes it was kind of annoying having a conversation with your boss due to the fact that you had to look up the entire time, and countless were the times you found yourself with neck pain after hours of chatting. This conversation would surely be added to that imaginary countless list of yours, because even today, with high heels that could make you look six feet tall, he still looked way too big.

Toto chuckles before getting a playful look on his face. "Oh, really? I highly doubt the star of my F1 team has ever smoked a blunt before, although you do seem very knowledgeable about this." He moves closer to you, looking down at you as he speaks, his voice low and husky. You wondered if his neck ever went through the same problem yours did when you two talked, causing you to chuckle.

"I do?" You lift one eyebrow, narrowing your eyes. "Well, I must say.. the star of your precious F1 Team has done a lot, Mr. Wolff." It comes off more flirtatious than you intended, but you pay no mind to it. You try to take a step back, but end up slipping on the hem of your gown, the high getting to you later than ever.

Toto immediately rushes to you and catches you mid-air, wrapping his arms around your torso.

"Is that so?" Toto says, his voice now raspy and face close to yours.

You exhale deeply, relief from not having made an absolute mess out of yourself filling your body. If you had fallen, your dress would probably be completely torn apart and headlines would have a field trip with it.

He is still holding you, his hands burning on your back.

"Yeah.." You close your eyes, getting away from Toto's embrace as you regain balance and straighten yourself.

Toto steps back as you do so, although he does want to reach out to hold you again. Instead, he settles for engaging on more double entendre conversations with you.

His eyes are full of admiration, your body is more visible in this dress than it has ever been, and he makes a mental note to thank Lewis for the gift. He recalls the moment you two shared a few minutes ago, the way you swayed and jumped with the music like you were the only person in that dance floor would never fail to amaze him.

"You truly do look like a notorious celebrity in this dress, don't you?" He finally says, a hint of shyness in his tone, although the look in his face is stern.

"You could thank your other driver for that." You joke, trying to hide the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach.

"I certainly will." he smiles, his gaze softening as his eyes meet yours. They're still red, but it starts to grow on him.

Looking at you like this, completely wasted, happy and carefree, he couldn't help but remember the afternoon you two had met, when he started to be so sure you'd be by his and Lewis' side on a race weekend one day.

Now, there you were, in front of him, with a trophy standing somewhere back in your apartment. "I'm so proud of you." he finally says, not because he thinks you should hear it, but because it's all he wants to say to you after today's events.

You look away from him shyly. You had heard it before, specially from him, but every single time felt like fireworks in your belly. Him being proud of you was capable of putting you on a whole another level, it was just another signal that you had made it, that you had proved you were capable, even to those who were always so sure you definitely were.

You try to hide a smile as you mutter a simple thank you, because in this state, visibly high and drunk, staring at the man who had made it all possible, it's all you manage to say.

He smiles back at you, and your mind almost short circuits when he steps closer, not stopping even when you can feel his breath close to your face. That's when you realize he's about to hug you, and you just let him.

It's genuine, simple yet abnormally meaningful. His big hands rest crossed on your lower back as he pulls you closer, making your cheeks rest on his suit covered chest. You almost feel like crying, because how could you not? You had it all now, a place in the sport you so desperately craved to have since you were a kid, a win, an amazing teammate and an even more amazing boss, who believed in you through your entire career.

"You've done it." He says quietly as if you're a wild animal that would run away at any abrupt movement or sound. "I can't even imagine how you feel."

On cloud nine, that was the most appropriate answer.

"It's like nothing I've ever felt." you say, arms hugging his chest. "Thank you for always believing in me, you have no idea how much you've done for me." you sniff, clearly on the verge of tears.

"It's nothing compared to what you deserve. You're one of the greats, Y/N. The whole world's gonna know you name." he says, causing the tears you so eagerly fought to keep off to fall rapidly on your cheeks. You sniff, opening your eyes to see that a small wet circle had formed on Toto's shirt.

"Shit, sorry." You laugh awkwardly as you take a step back, desperately trying to dry your tears with your fingers before they ruined your makeup too.

"Hey, it's fine." He steps closer again, bringing his thumb to your face as he continues your job of drying the tears you had shed. Once he's done, his hands linger there for a bit longer than they needed to, stroking your cheeks. You thank the Gods for whatever the hell he was on today. "You do look pretty when you cry, though I must say I prefer the way you look on top of a podium, with champagne drenched hair and a first place trophy in hand."

You roll your eyes, as if it was possible to fall even more in love with him. It had become stupid at this point, really. Clearly the two of you had something special, to say the least, going on, but none of you were courageous enough to come clean about this.

"You aren't a bad view from up there as well." You shoot back, earning a smile in return.

The shameless and obvious flirtation to whoever watched from outside continued for a few minutes, until Toto insisted that you should go back to your party, and although at this point you had decided to give up the celebrations to look at him for the rest of night, there he was, once again with his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd back to where he initially had seen you. Doesn't take long for you to get lost in the music, dancing like there was no tomorrow. Toto had excused himself to greet other team members and sponsors, fulfilling the ultimate boss role even at parties, and stealing glances from you every now and then while talking to someone.

A few drinks later, the club was getting more empty by the minute, the clock almost hitting 4:30 a.m. Your makeup was already lightly smudged, your black Louboutins long gone in the corner you once laughed with your friends. As you thanked the remaining people for coming, Toto showed up again, startling you as he came from behind, putting his right hand in your shoulder.

"Seems like the party has reached an end." he says, making you look up at him. His face was fairly red, and by the way he slurred his words, you could tell he was somewhat drunk. His hair was messier than earlier and the tie that was once a fancy bow was now untied, resting around his neck, a nice combination to his slightly unbuttoned shirt.

"Unfortunately. I hope you had fun, though." you reply, turning your attention to shake some of your guests' hands.

"It's always fun with you around." He says as he smiles to the same people shaking your hands.

You crookedly smile, turning around to walk to your table. As you do so, he follows.

"Do you need a ride? I saw you coming in with Bradley, but he already left," He watches you as you walk through the empty club, employees cleaning the floor of what was once the party of a lifetime. "guess parties aren't really his thing." He chuckles.

"I don't wanna make you take me home now, it's late and you're probably very tired."

"Oh, please, it's Monaco. Not like I'm going to be driving for hours." He replies, earning you a laugh. You and Toto lived pretty close to each other, but you'd drive past his building before getting to yours, so you truly didn't want him to make a huge detour just because of you.

"Fine," you smile, grabbing your sparkly clutch. "just please tell me you came with your 300sl roadster." You say and he chortles, rolling his eyes.

The Mercedes 300SL Roadster owned by Toto was probably one of your favorite cars in his collection. Hell, in anyone's collection. It's such an incredibly classy vehicle you couldn't resist its charm.

"I did." He says, and you let out a slightly loud yes! as he grabs your scarpins, laughing at your reaction. The way the smallest things were capable of making you happy always made him smile. Even after closing a multi-millionaire deal with your team, some things would never fail to make you excited, such as being driven home in a car you've always wanted.

The both of you start to walk towards Jimmy'z's exit in a different sort of haze, like the two of you were in your own little world together, laughing and exchanging inside jokes. The dry warm Monaco summer air hits you as soon as you step out, and soon the vallet comes driving Toto's car, opening the door for you to get in.

As the both of you get in, he starts driving, the sound of the car's engine echoing throughout Princesse Grace Avenue. Duke Dumont's Ocean Drive in the radio as your hair flies due to the speed in which Toto's driving. Now and then, he casually glances at you, smiling at the way you still manage to dance even when sitting on the passenger's seat.

Despite being a race weekend, the city seemed awfully quiet and empty at this time. Soon enough, he takes a turn and you're finally in Larvotto, which meant in a few seconds he'd be pulling up at your home. However, before he had the chance to, you saw the sun rising in distance, its warm light gleaming in the sea water.

"Toto, look!" you point to the horizon, and he slows the car down to follow your gaze. "It's so beautiful.."

"Indeed it is.." he says, and you can tell by his tone he's got a change of plans coming. When you realize, he's parking the car in the shore, exiting the vehicle to open the door for you. "Come on, let me give you a real after party."

You smile, because there was no way the day could get any better. You were sure you'd wake up later convincing yourself this had been a dream. Taking your hand, he pulls you out of the car, and after you close the door, he runs towards the sea, fingers intertwined with yours.

In this moment, you force yourself to forget about all of the implications and concerns that could come at you. In this moment, it was just you and Toto, not a Mercedes driver and the Mercedes' Team Principal. To anyone else who'd catch a glimpse of the scene, the both of you looked like stupid, reckless teenagers in love.

Sitting on the sand, you try to catch your breath, stomach hurting due to you not being able to stop laughing. You lay your head on his broad shoulders, hands holding his arm.

Suddenly, he feels the need to confess, "I'm always so happy when I'm around you" with the german accent getting heavier as it always did when he was drunk.

You smile, "Me too."

A beat, and then, "You're the most amazing woman I've ever known."

It comes lower than he intends to, but he's also never felt so nervous around someone as he does now. You thank the heavens for the fact that he's not looking at you, you look like a kid stupidly in love.

"You don't need to say that," you sigh. "you've already told me you're proud of me for today."

"I know. I'm not saying it because I feel the need for it to be said, but because I truly think that." he replies. "Ever since that day in Spa, you've proven to be an extremely fierce, fearless, wonderful driver and an even more amazing woman." You roll your eyes at his compliments. "I mean it, Y/N." He grabs your attention just by saying your name, making it all even more real. "Mercedes is extremely lucky to have you, and so am I." he looks at you, his face closer than ever as yours rest on his shoulder.

"You have me?" You say, looking at him through your lashes.

"I like to think I do. Do I?"

"Utterly." You giggle, your eyes glowing just by looking at him.

His hands go to cup your face, and the last thing you'd expect from him happens. At first, his lips brush over yours lightly, as if he's asking for permission, testing the waters to see if he's allowed to go further. When you don't protest, he deepens the kiss, sweeping you off your feet.

The both of you laugh, and you hide your now completely red face in his chest. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this." you say, feeling his body hairs stand on end.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do this." he says, and you shed a tear on his partially shirt covered chest. "Are you crying?" He asks, and when he hears you sniff, he takes it as a yes. "Hey, don't cry. Look." he lifts your chin up, making you stare at the scene unfolding in front of your eyes.

The sunrise looked like a piece of art, with pinkish and yellow tones coloring the sky. Toto puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You could now add having him at your list as well.

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bloodyymaryyy · 3 months

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Stress relief

Warnings: this will contain fluff, angst, mention of stressing, my writing

English is not my first language so any mistakes please tmk so I can fix it 🙏

Request : yes

Having been Lewis Hamilton's long timed girlfriend is nice but being his wife and being able to give him kids which he wanted for a really long time is a whole different kind of happiness, still working but part time and pregnant it was difficult at times.

Lewis insisted for y/n to be just a house wife for their baby on the way and him making a lot more than needed, y/n not wanting to be stuck in their home all day and night she worked at mornings until lunch.

When she was off the clock, she was shopping for their baby, not yet knowing the gender but still the same excitement of adding to their family. Lewis when he was not on races or meetings he was helping y/n with their baby's room decorations for babies, building the baby's crib. It was chaotic for those nine months.

When the baby was finally born it came out to be a beautiful girl, named Aurora Hamilton

Aurora now after a few months started to crawl, teething and being clingy to her daddy. She was an angel through and through, well behaved baby girl, it helped when Lewis was busy and wanting to give him space when Y/n noticed he was anxious or upset at something related to work. She did noticed everything.

She called her mother in law to take their little girl for the weekend so they can talk about what it was bother Lewis and it did happen.

She had prepared dinner with red sweet wine with dessert all made by her and creating an atmosphere for them and Lewis relax.

She finished just in time when she heard the keys jiggle and the door unlocking in the process.

Love? I am at home! * he shouted as he walked away from the front door and into the hallway that led to the kitchen and the dining room where she stood with a bouquet of his favourite flowers in front of her and his favourite dress on her body.

Hello you handsome * she exclaimed beaming to see him. He too me he saw her broke to a huge grin on his face and the both took steps towards each other and embrace each other, their lips connecting them to a long awaited kiss.

So what do you want to do first? Should I prepare you a shower and then sit down eat and talk or eat and talk then a bath?

She tilted her head to the side waiting for his answer.

Let's eat first and talk then we will see about that bath hm? * he said and connected their lips again to a quick kiss

Sure! Sit and I will serve the dinner yeah?* she touched gently his shoulders while he sat and disappeared to the kitchen to get the food and the wine

So... Do you want to talk about what is bothering you lately? * she said with a soft tone as she sat at her seat across from her husband while looking at his beautiful sparkling brown eyes, her eyes is only giving him comfort to say what he didn't know how to bring it up to her, his tattooed hands busy fidgeting with one other which in that moment to him seemed more interesting that his wife in front of him trying to figure out how to say it.

I am... * he paused finding his words * I am thinking of leaving Mercedes... * another pause * I got an offer from Ferrari. I didn't take it yet, I want your opinion on it. To just know if I am making the right decision here... * as he finished he looked up to the love of his life and meeting her eyes which held only comfort and pride for the person in front of her

Lewis... You should follow your heart, I know it is your dream team from when we were little kids, in my opinion you should take it if you want and if it is the right decision then good if not then you can make the most of it.

There was a long pause, y/n watched as the wheels in his head turned thinking of what to do

I think I will sleep on it and then I will decide... * he finally said shallowing a portion of the pasta with the shrimp his wife made for them and washing it down with a little bit of wine. Anyway, we should just eat and relax for a bit then I will take you up to your offer for a hot bath.

Y/n just nodded her head and they continued to eat the past with a soft chatter was created in the atmosphere with soft giggles and laughter.

They ate the dessert and finished their wine, got up and went to the shower so they can soak up to the tub filled with hot water and oils, snuggled up to each other's embrace with soft musik in the background.

When the water turned cold the got up dressed in their pj's and cuddled up into the bed giving each other kisses to where the could find their sleepy self's.

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maxillness · 12 days

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Shape Of You || LS18 x reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, strangers fucking, alcohol consumption, orgasm denial, no (female) foreplay, no aftercare, sub!lance

Wordcount: 1.3k

I’ve written two Lance fics, and they’re both about him fucking a stranger he met in a bar

Tag list: @e-nonsense @babyprofessorsharkpalace

It had been a good race for Lance, not perfect, he didn’t get podium, but it was better than usual

“Who wants to go to a club, get drunk and get laid?” Lewis asked with a smile on his lips

All agreed to go, but only the people who were single agreed on the latter

“Lance?” Fernando asked, turning his head towards the younger “Wanna go?”

“Thank you, but I prefer bars” He said, sinking further into the chair

“That’s fine. I bet we can find a bar somewhere, if that find everyone else?” He said, turning to the group

They all agreed, which beamed something in Lance. He didn’t actually think they would agree to go to a bar instead of a club

It was all the drivers that were attending, so they filled up quite the tables. It bothered them that they couldn’t all talk in one conversation, but they managed

An hour into the night, Lance had spotted the most draw dropping, gorgeous woman walking into the bar

His mates around the table had noticed this, of course. They encouraged him to go talk to her, but he cut them off by giving them shots and drawing the conversation to talk about something else

But he couldn’t take his eyes off of her

About an hour later, and she slowly walked towards the table “Wanna dance, pretty boy?” She asked towards Lance

His cheeks heated up once he realised she was talking to him. He felt a kick to his shin when he didn’t answer

“Sure” He said, stuttering slightly. He yelped slightly when she grabbed his hand the moment he stood up

The moment they hid the dance floor, she started grinding against him, obviously drunk. But he was too drunk himself to care

His hands went to her waist, too flustered to do think straight

She eventually turned around, supporting herself on his biceps. They stood so close they could feel each others breaths

“What’s your name, pretty boy?” Her hands traveled up to tangled in the hair at his nape

“Lance” His voice were barely audible over the sound of the music

“Lance… Pretty name for a pretty boy” He was too fucking flustered to answer

She stepped closer, even if it wasn’t possible, pulling his head toward her, lips almost grazing each other

“You can tell me to stop” Her voice was soft, telling him it was okay to say no. He didn’t want that

One of his hands went to the back of her head, pushing her forward, smashing their lips together

Everything seemed to had stopped around them. All they both focused on was the feeling of their lips on each other so perfectly

“My hotel’s is close…” He said, not finishing the sentence he planned on

“Good, ‘cause my house’s too far away” She pulled away and dragged him out of the bar by his wrist. He got one last glance at Fernando before they went out

She had him pressed up against the wall the second the door was closed to the hotel room. Her hands were pressed against his hips, locking his body against the wall. His was on her waist. They were placed so perfectly, as if her body was made for his hands

“Never… Got your… Name” He said between kisses. He could hardly breath, but he didn’t care

“Y/N” She let his hips go, pulling her hands under his shirt, her fingers tracing his abs with a feather like touch

She finally pulled the shirt over his head. She almost drooled at the sight before her. His lips went to his collarbone, starting to kiss lightly

He threw his head back against the wall, arching his back off when she started sucking lightly

Her lips up his throats and neck before going over his jaw and back to his mouth “Gonna look so pretty tomorrow” She whispered against his lips, making him whimper

Her hands went to his belt, slowly unbuckling it. As she got it opened, she went to her knees, pulling his pants and boxers down to his mid-thighs

His hand went to her hair, making a make believe ponytail as her tongue darted out to lick kitten licks at the head of his cock

“Stop… Teasing” He stuttered through breathy moans as his hand tightened in her hair

She didn’t give into his whiskers, but instead swirled her tongue around the tip instead “Fuck, please” She finally gave in and hallowed her cheeks

She looked up at him with hooded eyes as she started bopping her head slowly, losing the way he whimpered and moaned low, occasionally letting out French curses

Her grip became tighter on the back of his thighs as his became stronger in her hair. She groaned around, making his whole body twitch as he moaned loud

“Fuck, yes. Just like that” He said low, more to himself than to her

As she started feeling him twitch in her mouth, she pulled lightly back, her lips just around his tip. She circles her tongue around it, hearing his moans and see his body shake

She pulled off him, earning her a groan mixed with a whimper “Why’d you do that?” H e asked as she stood up

“Didn’t want you to finish too fast, unless you don’t want to be inside me, of course” She said, shrugging lightly

He pushed her lightly back, guiding her towards the bed as her clothes went off quickly, as well as his pants and boxers

She was lying in the middle of the bed, her legs spread out slightly. He pressed his body between her legs, spreading them wider

He lined himself up with her entrance. She pulled him closer as she wrapped her legs around his hips, making him push just the tip in, making them both groan

He pushed all the way in, drawing a high-pitched moan from her. She threw her head back, eyes rolling into the back, and arched her back off of the bed

He allowed her to adjust before moving at a slow pace. He sped up, starting to moan himself as he found a rhythm that worked for the both of them

“Fuck, just like that. Keep going, fucking hell” She manages to say between moans

He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, kissing softly. He could still her perfume, even under the heavy smell of sweat and sex. God, did she smell good

He had already started to twitch inside her again, feeling his orgasm come near again

“Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m close” He panted into her neck

Her actions were quick. She had managed to turn them around, her now bouncing on him, her fingers finding her clit, circling it

Lance’s back was arched off the bed, holding tightly at her thighs, nails digging into her skin

“Fucking hell, come for me, Lance” It didn’t take long for him. A few thrusts and he was holding her down onto him, coming inside her

The feeling of his hot cum inside her sent her over the edge. Thighs shaking, eyes shut tightly, hands on his chest

He felt empty when he woke up. Laying naked on his stomach, sheets barely covering him

It still smelt like her

He turned around before sitting up on the bed, finding the bed empty. She was there when he fell asleep

He found his clothes scattered all around the room. He put on some boxers and his pants before noticing the small paper on the bedside table

‘If you ever need someone to take care of you again, pretty boy’

And then her phone number on the back. He chuckled softly before hearing a knock on the door

He opened the door finding a smirking Fernando

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THE BRITS

A/N: we all witnessed his madness last night, he got me hot and bothered

WORD COUNT: 2k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: You and Harry are getting drunk at the BRITs and you can't control your desires for each other.

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You’re drunk.

But not as drunk as your boyfriend who is having the time of his life on national TV.

Somehow it seems like the BRITs Awards is always the most unhinged show Harry attends, maybe it’s the feeling of being home or maybe it’s the amount of tequila he tends to drink on these occasions.

Probably the second one, but who knows.

You’ve had shots with him as well, the familiar dizziness has taken away your anxiety of appearing on TV next to your boyfriend and now it’s more like just one big party. You’re sitting between Harry and Gemma, your legs crossed underneath the table, Harry’s hand wedged between your thighs this time. He’s been super touchy all evening, most likely the alcohol has gotten the neediness out of him, but it’s not like you mind it, he looks devastatingly good tonight and always feeling his touch is more than fine by you. Though it’s making it hard for you to hold back your dirty thoughts you’ve been harboring ever since you laid eyes on him in the silky shirt, the top buttons strictly undone.

You have to switch position because your legs are going numb, so Harry’s hand slips off your thigh until you settle comfortably and it returns immediately, hiking a little higher this time, giving you a few gentle squeezes. A shaky breath slips through your lips that almost turns into a moan. Luckily, Gemma didn’t notice it, but when you turn to your right you catch Harry’s smirk.

“You alright, babe?” he asks as he leans closer.

“Don’t be a brat,” you warn him, to which he just starts laughing, smacking your thigh before his hand rests on top of it.

“I know that look better than anyone, Y/N,” he murmurs, pretending to be looking at the stage.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. We could sneak away for a quickie,” he simply suggests and you smack a hand against his chest, but you kind of regret it when you feel the warms of his naked skin against your palm, you kind of want to just keep it there, run it deeper into his shirt.

“Stop! Someone might hear you!” you chuckle, heat crawling up your neck.

“So we’re not having a quickie?” he pouts his lips at you.

“No!” you laugh, but leaning closer you steal a quick kiss. “Stop making it hard, I’m already struggling over here,” you mumble against his lips.

“That’s why I suggested to have a q—“

“If you say it again, I’m walking away, Harry,” you warn him, but it’s only for your sake. You have no idea how long you can sit still while your boyfriend is talking about having sex while you’re already drenched between your legs.

Harry chuckles and reaches for the champagne bottle before filling up your glass.

“Come on, drink one with me then.”

“I think we’ve had enough.”

“Nope, gotta make sure we’re still drunk when we get home,” he ignores your comment, pouring one for himself as well.

“Why?”

“Because I wanna have sloppy drunk sex with you.”

You’re fucked. You definitely will be, but you’re fucked already.

The madness carries on, Harry has won every single award he was nominated for, he has taken a shot on the stage and kissed Lewis Capaldi. Right in front of your nose. You tried to act hurt when he returned to the table after the kiss, but you couldn’t, especially when he started begging you to kiss him.

You’re a giggling mess by the time he accepts Mastercard Album Of The Year and you brain barely can process that your boyfriend is standing next to Stanley Tucci on the stage, joking around and laughing like old pals.

“Babe! Babe, did you see me and Stanley?!” he whisper-yells when he returns to the table.

“If this is the point where you leave me for Stanley Tucci, I have to say I won’t even blame you,” you laugh into your drink.

“Aw, you’re jealous?” he grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead before taking his seat.

“Of you! Yes!” you laugh. “And Stanley too,” you add.

“Oh babe, don’t be,” he smirks and leans so close, his lips are brushing against your ear. “You’re the only one I want to fuck.”

“Harry!” you gape at him, reaching for your drink, hoping it would cool you down a bit, but you’re way over that point.

“I really want to fuck you right now, babe. You sure we can’t have a quickie?”

“We’re at an award show,” you whisper, but can’t help biting into your bottom lip.

“I’m sure we wouldn’t be the first ones to have sex at an award show,” he giggles, his hand returning to your thigh, this time slipping way under your dress. “Come on, I’ll find a place for us. If I find a place, will you have sex with me?” he asks, eagerly squeezing your thigh which makes it impossible to resist.

“Harry…”

“Give me five minutes, okay? I’ll find us a place.”

And before you could even say a word, he is up on his feet, off to his little quest.

“Where is he going?” Gemma asks when she sees her brother lurk away.

“Um… I uh… I have a headache, he is gonna ask if I can lay down somewhere for a bit,” you lie, but a giggle bubbles from your throat, giving you away completely.

“Oh my God, you guys are… something else,” Gemma laughs, not wanting to know any more details about your dirty business. You kinda feel bad for her, but at the moment it’s funny.

You almost lose your shit when you see Harry jogging pack towards the table, the cheesiest grin on his face as he navigates between guests.

“I found a place!” he mouths at you and then grabs your hand instantly, pulling you up from the table. “Come on—Um, Gemma we’re just gonna, uh…”

“Shut up, just… go!” Gemma waves at him, making you both laugh before you escape from the table.

He pulls you out to the hallways and you’re just trying not to stumble over your feet, keeping up with his pace. You reach a dressing room that has his name on it, you arrive just when two women walk out with headset on, they are definitely working backstage.

“Thank you so much, she’ll just lie down for a bit, thank you!” Harry nods at them, pushing you into the room and you have a feeling they know what it’s all about, but as soon as the door is shut closed and he throws his suit jacket off, nothing else matters.

You kick your heels off as you run to the vanity, Harry catching up with you instantly, his arms locking you in his embrace from behind as his lips attack your neck.

“Fuck, I don’t think I would have lasted until we got home,” he rumbles, his hands pulling your dress up already, palm moving between your legs to feel just how wet you are.

“You sure you wouldn’t prefer Lewis or Stanley now?” you tease him, head rolling back to his shoulder, a moan slipping through your lips when his fingers dip into your underwear.

“Don’t talk about other men when I’m trying to fuck you,” he groans before turning you around with one swift movement, his hands grabbing onto the back of your knees to help you sit up on the vanity.

You eagerly undo his buttons, the silky shirt sliding right off his broad shoulders and you finally let your fingers dig into his pecks, something you’ve been fantasizing about for hours.

“It’s gonna be quick, we don’t have much time, but we’ll have a round two when we get home,” he smirks down at you, urging your legs to wrap around his waist as he unbuttons his pants and lets them pool at his ankle.

“Did you lock the door?” you gasp as he pulls your panties off, running two fingers through your lips to check you’re truly ready for him without any more foreplay. Usually you’d need more attention before taking him, but this whole evening has been one long foreplay.

“There’s no lock.”

“What? Harry—“

“That’s why we have to be quick,” he grins and the next thing you know is that he thrusts so deep into you, you’re seeing stars.

Harry loves to make gentle love, but he is also very good at fucking you senseless so fast you feel like you’re about to pass out. This is an occasion like that this time.

The vanity is violently shaking under you as he fucks into you, one hand planted on top of the wood, the other one on your back to keep you against him, though you have your feet locked just above his ass, helping you stay in place. It’s so harsh and raw, if someone asked you your name you wouldn’t be able to answer. You grip his hair, tugging on it, keeping his face buried in your neck where he keeps kissing and biting your soft skin as he keeps up his ruthless pace.

“Harry! Oh my God!” you practically scream when he hooks an arm under your right leg, lifting up higher so he can push into you even deeper.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” he shakes his head, definitely out of breath, but he has no intention of stopping.

When you let go of his hair you fall back, your dress slipping down on your chest, making Harry go feral. Now you’re lying on top of the vanity in a kind of diagonal position since it’s too narrow to fit you, but it doesn’t bother either of you, Harry tightens his death grip around your thigh he has lifted up and he practically climbs up to the vanity, leaving just one foot on the floor. Your ass is sore, your legs are going numb, but you’d start crying if he stopped now, you’re so close to a mind-blowing orgasm you’ve been yearning after all evening.

“I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna come inside you,” he warns you between pants.

“Yes, yes, come inside me!” you gasp for air and mustering up the last bits of your energy you push up, hooking your arm around his neck to press against him, right on time.

Harry comes hard, grunting against your lips, his thrusts becoming rigid, long and out of rhythm and seeing him fall apart throws you over the edge too.

The two of you are one big mess as you try to recover, chest heaving, vision slightly blurry. When Harry gently pulls back you moan in protest, lying back on top of the vanity, one foot planted on top, the other one dangling off the edge.

“Let’s clean you up,” Harry hums to himself and you faintly notice him get dressed before he grabs a clean towel from the bathroom joined to the dressing room, he wets it and gently cleans you up while you just lie there, limbs feeling like jelly.

He pulls your underwear back halfway up your thighs before he needs you to stand up. You don’t want to, but you know you have to, so he helps you off the vanity and then dresses you like you’re a toddler.

“You’re good? Can we go back out?” he asks after doing his best to make you look like you did before. He has his arms around your waist as you turn around and have a look at the two of you in the mirror at the vanity.

“God, it’s so obvious we just fucked,” you chuckle seeing the state you both are in.

“It’s not that obvious,” he tries to protest, but he doesn’t believe it either. “Okay, well… we can’t do anything about it now. It was worth it though,” he grins, giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips. “Can’t wait for round two when we get home.”

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purplephantomwolf · 5 months

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Love in Motion

Chapter One

Synopsis: Lydia gets a wrong number text from Lando Norris.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Next chapter: Chapter Two

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April 4, 2022

12:30pm

I sigh, turning my attention away from my organic chemistry professor to my laptop screen. I watch as the 20 best drivers in the world complete the last lap of the first race of the 2021 Formula 1 season. I just recently got into Formula 1, so I’m watching the 2021 season to get a feel for the sport. One of my best friends says the 2021 season is a great season to watch because of the fights between Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton. I silently cheer as my favourite driver, Lando Norris, finishes P4. I look up at the clock and see that it’s only 12:30. Still 35 minutes left of class, I think. I let out a little audible sigh, turning back to my laptop. I move on to watching qualifying for the first Italy grand prix of the 2021 season. I have just clicked play when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grab it and see a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown number: Did you make it home from the club okay?

Me: *One image attached* Considering I’m currently in a chemistry lecture, I think you may have been given the wrong number. I’m sorry.

I send a picture of my view of my professor, laptop, and notes to the unknown number.

Unknown number: Oh, thank you! I’m sorry for bothering you!

Unknown number: Hang on, are you watching Formula 1 while in lecture?

Me: It’s okay! Also, yes I am watching Formula 1 while in lecture. I’d rather be learning about Formula 1 than boring organic chemistry. Also, why are you texting someone about getting home from the club okay? It’s 12:30 pm?

Unknown number: It’s currently 2:30 am for me. I was attempting to text a girl I was talking to at the club, but it looks like she gave me the wrong number.

Me: Oh, that makes sense. Wait, where are you that’s 14 hours ahead of me? Also, I’m sorry about the whole wrong number thing. That really sucks. Unless she gave you the wrong number cause you’re a creep. Then you deserve it.

Unknown number: I’m currently in Melbourne, Australia. And I wasn’t being a creep! At least, I don’t think so. I hope not at least. I try my best to not be a creep.

Me: Alright, that’s good. I doubt you were being a creep. And Australia? Jeez, that’s so far from me. I’m in Minnesota, United States.

Unknown number: That's only a little far from Australia.

Me: Yeah, it’s going to be not fun to watch the F1 race this weekend, but staying up is so worth it to see the race live.

Unknown number: Big fan of the sport?

Me: Yeah, I am. I just recently got into it, so I’m watching the 2021 season to learn everything I can. I’m also attempting to watch all the qualifying and races live.

Unknown number: Oh cool. That’s got to be tiring Considering most of the races are in Europe. Waking up early every day of the weekend must suck.

Me: I mean, yeah. It kinda sucks, but it’s not too bad. I’m not waking up super early unless it’s races in places like Japan and Australia. The earliest I have to wake up is like 6 for other races. That’s not too bad though.

Unknown number: Oh, that’s not too bad then! Which team do you support?

Me: Well, there’s not a specific team I really support. If I have to choose one, it would be Ferrari, probably followed by Red Bull. I support drivers more than I support teams really.

Unknown number: Okay, then who are your top three drivers?

Me: That is a hard decision to make for 2 and 3. Lando Norris is for sure my number one driver, but I have like 5 drivers tied for second and then 5 tied for third. I made a tier list one time lol

Unknown number: Okay, so what’s the tier list then? I’m curious

Me: The people within each tier are in no particular order. So it goes 1. Norris 2. Verstappen, Leclerc, Gasly, Ricciardo, Sainz 3. Schumacher, Albon, Stroll, Vettel, Tsunoda 4. Bottas, Guanyu, Ocon, Russell, Hamilton 5. Latifi, Magnussen, Perez, Alonso

Unknown number: Hmm, interesting. So do you dislike tier 5 then?

Me: No, I don’t dislike any drivers. Unless you count past drivers *cough* Mazespin *cough* Tier 1 is my all time favourite. Tier 2 are ones I also support a bunch, but are not my all time favourite. Tier 3 are ones I support, but not much as tier 2. Tier 4 are ones I support some. Tier 5 are ones I don’t support at all.

Unknown number: That’s a funny nickname for Mazepin. But why don’t you like him?

Me: I’m not sure. I just get a weird vibe from him.

Unknown number: Interesting. But I get what you’re saying. Can I ask why Lando is your favourite? My favourite is Carlos.

Me: Sure! Lando is my favourite because of his personality, humor, and how he speaks out about mental health. I really struggle with depression and anxiety, so having such a public figure speak out about it is amazing. Also helps that he’s got the boy next door charm. That’s definitely my type lol.

Unknown number: Ahh, okay! Those are good reasons to like him! Now, I feel weird talking to a nameless person. Can I ask you what your name is?

Me: My name is Lydia. Can I ask what your name is?

Unknown number: Lydia, that’s a pretty name. My name is Luke.

Me: Nice to meet you, Luke.

I look up when I hear a commotion around me. I see that my classmates are packing their things and leaving. Wow, time really flew by talking to this stranger. I put my phone down and quickly pack my things. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head out. I feel my phone vibrate with a text again. I see that it’s Luke again.

Luke: Nice to meet you too, Lydia.

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thegridgoddess · 1 year

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Prove It | Charles Leclerc

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver oc

Summary: Charles has a new teammate, but just because she's pretty doesn't mean he's gonna make things easy for her.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, angsty Charles, slow burn till it hits you in the face. Did I mention the angst?

A/N: This is a continuation of my previous post, though technically it comes first. This is a part one, so if anyone is interested I will be continuing this and this is only the beginning *smirks*

Part 2 is here!

Word Count: 1.5k

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Neither of them saw the other coming.

Riley just wanted to make a good impression that was all she wanted to do. It was her first day at Ferrari and she just wanted to get a feel of things before the start of the season.

It wasn’t it that she had never met Charles before. They had met plenty of times on and off the track, but never formally. They had orbited each other, Riley on the periphery of Charles’s world.

She was a good driver at Williams, she did what needed to be done. She didn’t try too hard and attempted the impossible on the track. She just kept her head down and held out for a better opportunity, and sure enough it came.

Now she was at Ferrari headquarters, ready for her first official meeting with the man who would be her teammate for the foreseeable future. She wasn’t anticipating that first meeting to be a collision.

“I am so sorry,” she said, instantly moving to help Charles get off the coffee she just spilled on him. She wasn’t expecting the other driver to be there as she was rounding the corner.

“I’m sure you are,” he said with snark.

“I’m sorry?” She said again, confused by his tone.

“Oh come on,” Charles said. “We don’t have to pretend to do this. We both know how you got here.”

“No, I’m not sure that we do,” Riley returned, matching Charles’s bitter tone.

“Are you going to use daddy’s money to make me nice to you too?” He bit back before continuing down the hall.

Riley scoffed. It was obvious that Charles thought she bought her way onto the team. The prick. He hadn’t even bothered to try to get to know her. Of course not. She should have known, but she’d show him.

“I’m telling you, George!” She exclaimed to her best friend over the phone. As soon as she was free to go from headquarters, she raced home to the comfort of her pjs, blankets, and a lifeline call. That routine stayed pretty much the same as they neared the start of the F1 season. “He has totally been a dick this whole time.”

“Yeah, well…” George trailed on. “You know it’s what most people think.” She could practically hear him shrugging over the phone.

“Thanks,” she said deadpan. The only reason George was friends with her was because the two were teammates at Williams for so long. Only because he was forced to get to know her and give her a chance. Just like Charles would be.

“Just give it some time,” he said. “He’ll come around. Just like I did. Don’t let him get to you, Ri. You’re at Ferrari! Come on, you’re telling me you’re not excited?”

“Coming from the man at Mercedes,” she said. “Of course, I’m excited. I just wish I didn’t have to keep proving myself to be in this sport. I’m just as good as anyone else on the grid. I don’t see why everyone is so obsessed with my parentage. You don’t see people saying anything about Max just because his dad was a former F1 driver.”

“Well Max’s dad isn’t head of an F1 team,” George replied. In the background, Riley could hear an assistant calling George over to a meeting. “Sorry Ri–”

“Yeah yeah, I heard her too,” she said, cutting him off. “Tell your team principal to stop being such a pain in my ass.”

“I’d really rather not involve myself in that messy relationship,” he said, and then quickly, “Gotta go. I’ll tell Lewis you said hello. See you in Bahrain. Bye!”

Did it hurt when Mercedes had an open seat and they chose George instead of her? Yeah, a little. The decision shouldn’t have shocked her coming from her dad, but she still found herself with that heavy feeling in her heart when George told her the news. That’s Toto Wolff for you. She constantly had to prove herself to step out of all of the allegations that followed her because of her relation to him. She thought they would stop once she made it into F3, finally breaking into this world on her own. It wasn’t enough to silent the masses. Then, she thought that maybe winning F2 would do it, but it didn’t. Now that she is in F1, nothing has changed. She was still just Toto Wolff’s daughter. Not that the man ever bothered to check up on her.

He was the reason why people like Charles doubted her. They didn’t think she actually had what it takes to make it this far. As if Toto could possibly help her once she was behind the wheel of the car. Just like with everything else, Riley was going to have to make Charles see. That she was more than her father, and that she was just as worthy of her status as anyone else.

No better way to show him than to outdo him. Bahrain was going to be fun.

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The practice sessions went over well without much incident, but now, the Ferrari motorhome was alive with buzzing energy for the start of qualifying. It would be Riley’s first chance to show what she’s really made of. More than just Wolff blood.

She tried not to think too much about it, really. Not about how nervous she felt stepping into the car. Not about the menacing look Charles had thrown at her earlier in the day. And most certainly not about how badly she wanted to prove herself to Charles. Much less why.

Qualifying was a blur. It all happened so quickly for Riley. One minute she was in the car, pushing it to its limits, and the next, it was over. Everything was so quiet as she pulled into the pit lane. She couldn’t hear the masses of fans in the stands. Through her helmet, all she could hear was the whirring of the engine and her engineer’s voice crackling through the radio.

“That’s P4, Riley,” he said. “Good work.”

P4? That was more than good work for her. She had never placed higher than 11th with Williams. The position came as a shock to her, but she wouldn’t question it. It was a symbol of her hard work finally paying off in a car that was good enough.

She couldn’t help but ask the question she really wanted to know. “How did Charles do?” She was hoping the question wouldn’t come across as malicious to spectating fans online. It could be a question between friends, right?

“Charles got a penalty. He’ll be starting P17,” the engineer said.

The news was shocking, but Riley didn’t dare to ask anymore about it with millions overhearing the conversation. She climbed out of the car and pulled her helmet off. Another day in the books. Time for all the post-qualifying shenanigans.

Riley was all but ready to go prepare for the interviews she’d need to do, but then she heard him. “I am not here to steal company secrets!” His voice rang out throughout the motorhome. She’d recognize that voice like her own. “Just here to see my best friend!”

“George!” She’d said excitedly, spotting the tall British man walking over to her.

“You got P4 mate!” He exclaimed, picking up Riley in a hug and spinning her around in the process. “We need to celebrate.”

“We will celebrate once I have my first race with Ferrari actually done with. Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” she said. “What’d you get?”

“P3,” he shrugged, “No biggie. It’s just what I do now.” Riley rolled her eyes at George’s overconfidence.

“Not bad for a couple of runts from Williams if I do say so myself,” she said proudly. “I wish you were still my teammate though.”

“Oh come on,” George said, “he can’t be that bad.”

“You doubt the stories I’ve told you? You wound me, George,” she said, feigning pain over her heart. “Don’t even get me started again about the day we unveiled the car for the season.” The day when Charles actually met her eyes, and even threw a couple of smiles her way. Joking and getting on like they were best mates. But it was all for the benefit of the cameras. As soon as they got away from them, the warm persona she barely got a glimpse of evaporated and he was back to being his cold, hardened self.

The pair of friends were walking out of the motorhome, making their way to all the journalists lined up to speak with them. Every interview counts, she thought to herself. It was all a step in the direction of building her image–not just what everybody assumed of her.

She didn’t even notice him sitting there as she walked out. With his head in his hands, replaying everything that went wrong in the qualifying session. Through his rage, all Charles could see was her. And she was laughing with George, without a care in the world. It all came so easy to her, he thought. It wasn’t fair. And he was going to show her just what hard work really looked like. Whether she liked it or not, Charles Leclerc was going to take Riley Wolff down.

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Old Flame ~ Part Five

Rating: M

Words: 4532

Character: Lewis Hamilton x F!Reader

Description: You learnt so much from your first love but the most important lesson he taught you was how to deal with heartbreak, even if it takes you six years. You were almost there, you almost made it days at a time without thinking about him…that was until he turned up in the most unexpected of places. ~ Part One

Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck FUCK. He kept the ring. Why did he keep the ring?

Your thoughts were in overdrive, your anxiety levels through the roof. The room was spinning as you tried so hard to be rational, something which was never your strong point.

Why did this have to be happening now? Things were actually starting to feel normal again and you had to find this?

Fuck.

“What are you doing?”

You almost jumped completely off of the bed at the sound of his voice filling the air all of a sudden. You were so wrapped up in the thoughts racing through your head you didn’t hear him arrive home.

“I said, what are you doing?”

Lewis’ voice was cold, unemotional, the complete opposite to anything you felt right now. His face was like thunder, he wasn’t happy.

“I…was-I was just looking for a T-Shirt to wear and I found…this.” You held the box up like he hadn’t already noticed it. “Why-what is this doing here?”

“You left it here.”

Lewis leant against the doorframe just observing you. He was doing nothing to help settle your anxiety, if anything he was feeding it.

What was his problem? Was he annoyed with you for finding it?

“I know I left it here. Why have you still got it?”

“To be honest, I don’t know. I picked it up from my pillow the morning I came home to find you gone, put it in the drawer and never took it back out again.” Lewis sat down on the bed next to you, the weight adjustment made you rise higher. “I kinda got used to seeing it there, I guess.”

“Can we get rid of it, please?” You handed it to him with a screwed up face. “The sight of it is making me feel sick.”

He took it from you and placed it in his pocket, letting out an audible sigh.

“You know, at some point, what happened won’t hurt as much anymore right?”

How could he possibly know that? It had been six years of pain, six years of your heart never quite repairing. Every attempt you had made so far at ‘getting over it’ was just a futile gesture, covering the cracks with cheap band aids that would fall off with the least amount of pressure. He couldn’t possibly know for sure that it would ever stop hurting, it hadn’t so far.

“What was your news?”

The tension in the room was still ridiculously high. You hoped his news might lighten the mood.

“Don’t worry about it right now, that can wait.” He grabbed your hand to hold it in his, his thumb tenderly brushing your skin, his signature move for calming you. “Let’s go for a walk on the beach, we have plenty of time to talk later.”

“But I want to know now.”

He sighed and shook his head, his patience was wearing very thin today and what he didn’t need right now was your stubbornness.

“Can you just leave it, please?”

You wanted to know, but you knew better than to push him anymore. Something was bothering him, something was weighing heavy on his mind and you knew it was way more than the ring.

Lewis had let you shower alone and that was telling enough that something wasn’t right with him, the silence as you walked across the almost empty beach hand in hand cemented it. You tried to find the perfect moment to ask him again but it was never quite there.

“Still want to go home tomorrow?” Lewis broke the silence instead.

“I mean, I have to. I have work commitments. It’s not like I can stay here forever.”

Lewis paused before speaking, every word he spoke that day was well thought out, with caution of saying the wrong thing.

“Well you could, if you really wanted to.”

“Lewis, don’t start this again please. We’ve been back to-“ you stopped yourself before committing to a relationship with him. “We’ve been back in contact for a little under two months, I can’t just leave everything behind that I’ve built back home and move here for someone I have been seeing for only a few weeks.”

“You talk like I’m a stranger.”

“But you are, Lewis. We are both strangers. We are not the same kids that fell in love all those years ago. We’re adults now, adults with completely separate lives who have to try and figure out how their lives could ever gel together again.”

“I don’t have to figure anything out. I want to be with you, no one or nothing else even comes close to making me feel like you do.”

“Lewis, stop-“

“No. I’m serious.” He stopped you both in your tracks and pulled you to face him. “I love you. I can’t take back the past but I can fix your future. I know now what it takes to love you the way you deserve, let me.”

As you stared into his eyes you thought about the future, about your future being with Lewis and it wasn’t a bad thought. If you were completely honest, a future with Lewis in Monaco, regular beach walks, a life of pure luxury, felt like bliss. You weren't quite sure you were brave enough to take that risk, though.

“Okay.”

“Okay as in you want to make this work or okay as in stop talking Lewis?” He had the sweetest smile of anticipation on his face.

“Okay as in I will go home tomorrow as planned, and we will talk about how we’re going to make ‘Us’ work.”

“You said ‘Us’.” He pulled you in to kiss him, his hands placed firmly on your hips. “We’re going to work, I promise.”

“I hope so.” You mumbled in between kisses.

“Can I please take you home now? I’ve been wanting to fuck you all morning.” Lewis took your hand and placed it on his hardened bulge.

“What if I make you wait and instead we spend the day doing exactly what we used to do, seeing as it’s my last day here and all?”

He let out a little groan at the thought of having to wait.

“If I remember correctly this was exactly how we started the day, every day.”

“It was. But our day has already started, so you will have to wait until nighttime.”

“You are such a tease, baby. I don’t think I can wait.”

You palmed his bulge a little.

“If you wait, I will make it worth your while.” He knew exactly what you meant by the smirk on your face. “Now let’s go and have some fun!”

“I mean I was trying to…”

You both filled your day with as many activities as possible. As you walked around, hand in hand, admiring the architecture of the cathedral it really felt like you two were in love once again. It felt like you were two lovers away on their very first trip abroad, filling each moment of their day with sight seeing and fucking.

Lewis made you stop outside of every tourist destination you visited, he’d ask a random stranger to take a picture of you both, advising you that he needed to fill up his photo album, aptly titled with your name, so he could look at you even when you were away. He never once minded that it usually meant he’d have to then take a picture with the stranger, they were almost always a fan of his. It didn’t matter, it meant he had a picture with his girl outside of some of Monaco’s most beautiful venues, a photo with a fan was a fine sacrifice for that.

You spent a few hours in the casino, Lewis had decided you were his lucky charm and weirdly enough it seemed to work. He made you kiss his fist full of dice before he threw them, beating the house more times than not, much to their annoyance.

Your excited laughter drowned out the rest of the casino, you knew all eyes were on you both but neither one of you cared. It was always so easy to lose yourself in the moment with Lewis, that hadn’t changed that at all. You could be in a room full of people yet all you would see would be each other.

“This has been the best day I’ve had in such a long time.”

Lewis purred in your ear as you both stood in a quiet secluded spot overlooking the harbour as the sunset in the distance. His arms were wrapped around you from behind, his hands locked into yours at your stomach, your head rested back against his chest as you both savoured the moment of peace together.

The scenery was truly beautiful, the electricity that sparked between the both of you was even more so.

“Me too.”

It honestly was, you couldn’t remember a time that felt more peaceful than this moment right here.

“I wish you didn’t have to go.”

He whispered as he placed a gentle kiss on the crook of your neck.

“Lewis, we spoke about this already.”

“I know but I still don’t want you to leave me. I want you by my side at all times, everywhere I go.” Soft wet kisses danced on the neck of your skin between every word. “Don’t argue, please. Let me tell you.”

He spun you around to face him, his eyes darted around your face before settling to meet your own gaze.

“I will never stop telling you how I feel. I made that mistake once, I took you for granted and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

His lips brushed over yours, his hands pulled your body into his before he hiked your thighs over his arms, placing you on the wall to rest.

You kissed, your lips in sync, your tongues fighting a battle for dominance, for what felt like a very long time. It felt like you were teenagers again, sneaking out of your respective houses to meet up at the local park just to kiss in secret. This time there were no parents to tell you to be home at a certain time, there was no one to stop either of you from doing exactly what you wanted and right now, this was it.

“Let’s head home, I have a surprise for you.”

As you walked back to the apartment, hand in hand, the heat at your core hoped his surprise was the thing he was the best at.

The apartment was lit with candles from the entrance, down the hallway and into the living room, leading out to the balcony where a table was laid with a single rose and a candle in the middle. The air was filled with the aroma of your favourite food, Thai. Lewis took your hand and led you through the candle lit pathway and out onto the balcony.

“Lewis, this is so beautiful. Thank you, when did you do all of this?”

He moved your seat out for you to sit down, like a true gentleman, before taking a seat himself opposite you.

“I organised it whilst we were out. I had to make your last night here one to remember.” He poured you both a glass of Champagne.

“The whole day has just been perfect, thank you.” You sipped on the glass, holding eye contact with him for a moment. “I remember we did this once before, for our anniversary. We spent the whole night on this balcony, making plans for our future, naming our kids-“

“I remember, you laid in my arms as we looked up at the stars and planned our whole lives.”

The shared smile between you both felt like an understanding, a truce of sorts.

“I was going to wait until the end of the night to say this but now seems like the right time.”

You watched as he took a huge gulp of his Champagne before reaching inside his pocket.

“I’ve loved you forever, I will love you forever. I never want to be without you ever again and I will do everything in my power to make you stay with me.”

He had you completely transfixed with his words, you didn’t notice what he was doing at first. The moment you did, your stomach dropped.

“Marry me, please.” He was down on one knee, flashing the ring he had proposed with years ago. “Let me be your husband.”

You froze, not a single thought or word could be processed. You stared blankly at him, completely unaware that he needed you to respond.

“Please?” The desperation was so apparent in his voice now, he all but begged you to answer.

All you could do was shake your head, ever so slightly, no.

Lewis sighed and stood up. He went to get back in his seat but something registered in his brain that made him turn back to you.

“Do you know what? I am tired. I am tired of constantly apologising to you for one stupid mistake I made so long ago. I can’t do this anymore. I have tried so hard to make you remember the thousands of good memories we have together but your focus is always on the one bad.” He placed the box on the table in front of you. “I am done trying. Go home tomorrow and I’ll no longer burden you with the thought of me. Keep this as a souvenir.”

The front door of the apartment slammed shut, waking you from your haze with a jolt.

Fuck.

You sat with your feet up on the chair he left you in, your arms wrapped around your legs as you stared into the distance. You sat for hours, listening for any creak of the door, a sign that he had come home. He never did. You didn’t sleep at all before morning broke over the horizon, the sounds of the birds singing their sweet song signified it was home time.

It took no time at all to pack up your suitcase, as you looked around the apartment one last time from the doorway you felt an immense amount of sadness. You loved it, every single part of it signified your relationship of both the past and the present with your soul mate. You knew he was your soul mate, whether you could be with him or not, that fact would never change.

You checked your phone in the taxi, despite having it with you the whole night you hoped maybe you hadn’t noticed a missed call or a message, there was nothing. Your thumb hovered over his name in your contacts a few times, you were so tempted to call him, to say what? You didn’t know but you just wanted to hear his voice, it was the only thing that ever gave you comfort in your moments of sadness and despite the fact it was completely selfish of you, having broken his heart hours before, you needed him.

A part of you hoped he would be waiting for you at the airport, to stop you from leaving with a big loving gesture, but he wasn’t. There was no call, no message, no him and it ate you up inside.

“Mrs Hamilton…oh I’m sorry that’s not your name I just assumed-“ the check in clerk stumbled as they read who had booked your flight, an easy mistake to make but one that rattled you.

“What did you call me?“

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ass-“

“Call me it again. Please.”

“Mrs Hamilton.”

The realisation hit you like a tonne of bricks. Being referred to as ‘Mrs Hamilton’ had been one of your goals as a teenager as you stood at your window watching him begin his evening jog, you knew the exact time he would set off. You’d stand there timing his run, strategically placed behind your curtain so he wouldn’t spot you as you watched him return, all hot and sweaty. Lewis still never knew how many nights you’d get yourself off to the 30 second long imagery of him double over, trying to catch his breath.

“Sorry, I’ve got to go.” You left your ticket on the check in desk before hurrying out of the airport, your suitcase dragging along behind you.

You called him repeatedly and his phone went to voicemail every single time. Lewis always had his phone charged and in his hand, how was it possible that his phone would be off?

“Lewis, where are you? I need to see you.” Your voice was a hurried mess, he would think something had happened to you when he heard it but you had no time to worry about that now.

Monaco always felt so small when you lived there, like a village of sorts, where everyone knew everyone, but it had never felt bigger as you went from hotel to hotel, restaurant to restaurant trying to find Lewis.

He was nowhere, his phone was still going to voicemail and your messages were undelivered. You debated contacting someone in his world, maybe another driver, maybe someone in the team but thought better of it. No one had heard from you in years, besides, you still were not quite sure what you were hoping to achieve when you eventually tracked Lewis down, you just knew you needed to see him.

Four hours you searched, walking through the streets of Monte Carlo, dragging your suitcase behind you, your phone clutched permanently in your hand, not wanting to miss any kind of notification from him. His social media was dormant, no ‘Good Morning World’ Instagram story. He was quite literally M.I.A and you couldn’t help but worry.

You walked until you physically could not walk any further, the ache in your legs and your feet was all too much, so you hailed a taxi down to take you back to the apartment, figuring you could rest there for a little while before getting back to searching for him.

There was just one problem though, you had no keys. The realisation hit you as you searched your bag outside of the door. You hadn’t had keys to the apartment since you left six years ago. You slumped against the door sliding down it until you were sitting on the floor. Overcome with a mixture of emotion and exhaustion, you held your face in your hands and sobbed silent tears.

Maybe if you had been louder he would have found you sooner, but he found you nevertheless. It was hard to miss you, you fell back into the apartment and landed at his feet as he opened the door to head out.

“What the-” Lewis was puzzled, the last thing he expected to be faced with when he was heading out the door was you. “Baby, what are you doing here?”

He held your hands to pull you to your feet, he noted the smeared makeup, the mascara lines that decorated your cheeks.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He used both thumbs to wipe away your tears as he led you into the apartment, sitting you down next to him on the sofa.

“Lewis, I’m sorry I-” You cried some more, unable to get out any of the many sentences you had practised in your head as you walked the streets in search of him. “I looked everywhere for you, where were you?”

“You did? Oh, Baby.” He pulled you into a hug, you buried your face into the crook of his neck. There was so much comfort found in his scent. “What is going on? I thought you left?”

“I was-I almost did. But at the airport, the lady called me-” You sniffed. “She called me Mrs Hamilton and I couldn’t leave you.”

You were fully aware that none of what you really wanted to say was coming out, the words that did escape made it almost impossible for Lewis to understand how you felt.

“Baby, I do not know what is going through your mind right now but I’m here.” He fell back on the sofa, pulling you on top of him so he could hug you properly as he placed little soft kisses on your forehead. “You do not have to say anything, we can just lay here until you feel better.”

You rubbed your face across his chest, the warmth of his body really felt like home.

“I’m sorry for what I said last night. I will never stop apologising.”

You propped yourself up on him to kiss his lips and as if by magic, the feel of his lips against yours, made all of your thoughts clear at once.

“Marry me, Lewis.” You whispered into his mouth.

“What?” He had heard you, he just didn’t believe it.

You jumped up and ran to your suitcase, searching through it like a maniac until you found the box. You ran back over to him and took his hand.

“Marry me, please. This is-no, you are everything I want. I am so rubbish with words but I love you, you are my soulmate, you are everything to me. You have been everything to me since I first met the boy next door and that will never change.” He nudged your chin up to kiss your lips but you broke away, you weren’t finished yet. “I love you more than anything or anybody else in this entire world. I want to be Mrs Hamilton.”

You took the ring and attempted to place it on his ring finger, struggling to even get it past the first knuckle.

“It’ll never fit my finger, silly.” Lewis teased you. “Look at me.”

You stopped focusing on trying to get the ring on his finger, you looked up into his beautifully kind brown eyes.

“Yes, I’ll marry you. Of course I’ll marry you.” He took the ring off of his finger and placed it on yours, it fit perfectly. “You should wear the ring.”

Your smiles instantly mirrored each other, Lewis pulled you up from the position you knelt in front of him and you straddled his lap. Your lips met for the first time with so much weight of promise behind them. You had both just promised to be with each other forever, whilst having done this previously, this time it felt different. It was real.

You kissed for a while, a long while, so wrapped up in each other, so desperate to be as close as possible but neither one of you wanted to tarnish the moment with anything other than a kiss.

“I should tell my mum!” The excitement radiated through your voice as you reached for your phone. “This is like her dream come true!”

“Babe, before you do that I need to talk to you.” Lewis’ tone of voice really cut through the harmonious atmosphere and sent an anxious prang to your stomach. “Don’t look like that, it is nothing to worry about.”

“What is it? Tell me, please.”

“My business meeting yesterday morning was with Mercedes.”

“Well obviously, Lewis.” You were impatient, you always were when you were anxious.

“Just let me finish, please.” You could see the pain in his eyes as he thought about how he would deliver whatever news he had for you. “I told them that I’m retiring at the end of this

season.”

“You’re what?!” Your eyes almost bulged out of your head as you processed the words he said. “Why?”

“For you, silly.”

“No, absolutely not. Do not do this for me, do not do it at all!”

“Well it’s not your decision to make, and I’ve already spoken to Toto about it. It’s final, I’m retiring at the end of the season.” His voice was irritatingly calm as he spoke about ending the career he had fought so hard to have over practically his whole life.

“But why, Lewis? Why now? Why for me? I haven’t asked you to do this.”

This was a disaster, you knew he would end up resenting you forever if he did this, everyone would resent you.

“Remember I always told you I didn’t want to settle down, get married, start a family whilst racing?”

“Yes, and I completely understood that.”

“That is still the case, I do not want to do those things whilst racing, it’s too dangerous. Before, I wasn’t ready or even sure I really wanted that life, the family life. Now we are back together, I have never been more sure about anything in my whole existence. This is what I want, I want you, I want some babies with you and I want a happy life. Racing has been everything to me for so long but it is far too much of a risk for what my heart now desires.”

“We can wait a few years, Lewis. You are still in your prime.”

“I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to start our life together as soon as possible, if I could leave now I absolutely would without a second thought.”

“This is so overwhelming. We’re engaged, you’re retiring…are we crazy? This is happening so fast.”

“I am crazy, every weekend when I step in that car I am crazy but this? This is the most sane thing I have ever done.”

You finally relaxed a little again, placing your head into the gap between his arm and his chest as he held you, both of you staring at the ceiling, running through your many thoughts.

“Oh god.” You groaned.

“What now?”

“I’m going to be the Yoko Ono of the Formula One world.”

Lewis chuckled before kissing you on your forehead once again.

“You are so silly. Do you really think people aren’t going to love you? Baby, there are still fan pages dedicated to you, to our relationship. Just wait until I post you on Instagram, we might just break the internet.”

“Let’s do it!”

“What, now?”

“Yes, why wait? Let’s tell the world right now. This is the perfect time, no one can get to us, we are here in our apartment in Monaco with no real plans for the next week. Let’s tell everyone now.”

“You said ‘Our apartment’” Lewis cooed.

And so the world found out about your reunion, your engagement and Lewis’ retirement all within one Instagram post. The picture was of you both as you laid on the sofa, Lewis with the biggest smile on his face, his eyes crinkling confirming his happiness, you placing a kiss on his cheek with your arm wrapped tightly around his chest.

‘I used to think I was placed on Earth to be the world’s greatest Formula One driver, turns out I was placed on this Earth to be her husband. This woman right here will be my wife soon, the mother to our children in the future and the sole reason for my eternal happiness. I love her and I know you will all love her too. Whilst I will no longer be a racing driver, I will never leave. I have so much purpose to fulfil, but this time I get to do it with the strongest woman beside me.’

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Vienna, Austria.

Saturday, June 06 08:30

Victoria was expected to show up at the qualifying race, sporting a Tommy Hilfiger outfit. The brand had a partnership with Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team — Toto's team —, she had seen their logo on Hamilton's shirt but failed to connect the dots.

Lucia was driving her own car, knowing Victoria would most likely hate to have an unknown car leaving her at a unknown place. In the backseat of the car there was a white cap with a Mercedes logo and a black fabric marker laying beside it, she supposed she'd have to ask for a signature from one of the drivers. In one of the meetings she had with Tommy, she was told she would be the perfect model to be seen in the paddock around the Mercedes team. Her pale skin and dusty blue eyes combined with her coffee brown hair and usually dark clothes was the most perfect-imperfect combination to the team's current colors.

"So, the race only starts in like a couple hours, but you'll be meeting with Nico Rosberg and Lewis Hamilton. If you could take some pictures with them, that would be great."

"And if I can't?" She asked in a teasing tone, knowing that it wouldn't be a problem.

"Then we already have people ready with cameras pointed at you the whole time." Lucia smirked.

"Great. About the meetings, are you going to be there with me?"

"Not the whole time, no." She smiled sadly.

The two of them hate talking with fake friendly people, it was one of the reasons they got along so well. Lucia always said whatever was bothering her to the person at fault and Victoria could not, for the life of her, keep a straight face whenever someone was acting up — which was hard as a model —.

"It's okay," she reached a hand to pat Lucia's tight, "I'll be fine, I don't think they're bad people."

"Me neither, Hamilton supports a lot of important causes and has a pretty transparent personality," she was talking as she searched for something in her bag. "Don't know much about Nico, so you'll have to see it for yourself."

Before Victoria could answer, her manager handed her a notebook with some topics she could use to start a conversation.

"We still have some time before we get there, you may want to get ready..." getting ready meant 'prepare your social skills'

"Yeah, thank you. I think I'll search them on the internet, might find something useful." She answered while throwing the notebook to the backseat, she appreciated Lucia's thoughtful idea but her handwriting could compete to one of a doctor's.

First she searched for 'F1 News', some links later she found something about how Mercedes has been going this year and it didn't take long for one with Toto's face come up, — just with the headline she discovered his last name and age —. The article mentioned the series of wins Mercedes has been collecting and Toto's great management, she partially felt bad for reading into him. One article later she googled his name.

"We're here, Vi." She hadn't even realized the car wasn't moving, Lucia still kept her hands on the steering wheel and the engine was still running. She had to remind herself that Lucia wasn't leaving her. "There is a space to park the car there but it looks too tight, do you mind waiting for me here?"

"No, it's okay." True, she never wanted to bother Lucia. She smiled and unbuckled the belt, before opening the door she reached for the cap and pen on the backseat.

The entrance of the paddock was right in front of her, yet she couldn't just walk in, she was supposed to wait for Lucia but even if she wasn't, she couldn't go in alone. Going inside a place she knew nothing about was scary, the people she was going to meet knew nothing about her so she could at least forge a new mask based on Formula One. The only thing that could potentially ruin her pretense would be somewhere inside the Mercedes garage.

"Ready?" She wasn't sure how much time had passed but rationally she knew it was just a couple minutes. Lucia was back and handing her one of the passes.

"Yeah," she was hoping to not meet Toto, at least until she was done talking with his drivers. "Where are we meeting Lewis and Nico?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure." They were both heading to the entrance, "What I know is that Nico is busy, so we probably won't be able to see him until after the race. Lewis said he was free and would meet you but," she took a deep breath, Lucia hated when people were unpredictable. "The thing is, he is always running around, one minute he's here and in the other he's nowhere to be found. Good news is that apparently he hates keeping conversations but is willing to talk to you."

"Good news?" Victoria's eyes could fall out of her head, the way she opened them wide and her eyebrows going up clearly showed how she felt. "Hope he is ready to have his expectations crushed." Her tone was sarcastic, Lucia had her mouth opened ready to answer when a girl came up to them.

"Hi! Sorry to interrupt," she was small, so was her voice. Victoria was not one of the tallest models in Versace but the girl was petite and sweet, her eyes were shining and she had two adorable dimples on her cheeks, "You're Victoria Kaiser." It wasn't a question.

"I am." Indeed but somehow she wasn't sure, the girl was affirming her name in a way Victoria herself never did.

"I'm such a big fan of yours, I have been for as long as I can remember!" Her heart warmed up a bit.

"Really? That's so nice, I'm honored!"

"Could we take a picture? My mom will never believe me!"

"Of course!" The girl had her phone in hand and Lucia offered to take it, "Oh, I'm so sorry, hi! I got so excited I didn't see you..." She was almost pouting and seemed genuine. Lucia had a unusual look on her face.

"It's totally fine, don't worry!" Their arms were wrapped around each other while Lucia took the photo, the height difference left the girl's head on Victoria's shoulder. "Would you like an autograph?" Lucia never asked these kind of questions — quite the opposite —, she avoided any type of conversation with the model's fans.

"Oh, absolutely! If it's not too much, of course..." She wore a red and white shirt and a cap with the same color comb, Ferrari uniform.

"No, no, is not a problem!" The cap and marker she had gotten were still in her hand.

"To be honest I always pegged you to be a Mercedes fan." The girl laughed, "Would it be a problem if you signed a Ferrari cap?"

"No, I don't think so," She let a small laugh escape, deeming the girl not worth a fake smile. She gestured for the girl to give her the cap, "Where do you want me to sign?" A small index finger came into her vision as she inspected the cap, pointing to a empty spot at the side of it, her nail had pink nail polish. Victoria briefly wondered how a girl like her ended up in this line of work before reminding herself how shitty that thought was.

"Maybe here?" It was muscle memory, really, her hands were signing but her eyes weren't inspecting her movements, using her peripheral vision she watched the girl smile brightly.

"What's your name?"

"Isabella but you can write Izzy, my friends call me Izzy."

"Nice meeting you, Izzy." She decided to write 'Hello, Izzy's Mom!' beside the autograph because Izzy herself would love it, Victoria could deal with her embarrassment later.

After Izzy left, Lucia texted Hamilton's assistant, Angela, checking in to know if Lewis was still free to talk. They kept mindlessly walking — pretending to be interested in the cars — while waiting for the response when a guy with a sponsored Mercedes shirt called up to them. Victoria recognized him from one of the articles she read, there was a picture of him and Lewis celebrating but she couldn't remember his position on the team.

"Hello, are you Victoria Kaiser?" That was a question.

"Hi, yes I am!" While Lucia presented herself a phrase from the article came to mind, "And you are Bono?" She used a timid tone so in case she was wrong, the awkwardness wouldn't be so embarrassing.

"Yes! Lewis told me about you and asked me to take you to the garage in case I saw you." Told me about you? She didn't ask if he was busy doing something else or if he came all the way here only to find her, none of the answers he could give would ease her feeling of guilt. The cap she had on her hand could serve to keep her loose hair out of her face and to help the feeling of being too exposed, she was wearing white pants so putting a black marker into her pocket was not an option, she hadn't gotten a bag — Lucia always carried one for both of them — so she still held it in her hand, it would help her fidgety fingers.

Bono and Lucia talked during the walk to the garage, Victoria commented on a few things but her silence didn't seem to bother him.

She was worried. Her hopes of not seeing Toto that day had just been crushed, she innocently thought that she could have talked with Lewis and Nico alone, somewhere more private where she wouldn't be surrounded by people, where she could put up a new mask without worrying about people finding out she wasn't so genuine. Good news is that Lewis truly was there, as soon as they came into his line of vision he smiled and walked in their direction.

"Hello! I've been waiting for you!" Well that was surprising.

"Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting, we got lost." She joked and gave him the most sweet laugh she could manage, as soon as they were close enough to touch, he pulled her into a hug.

"No problem," he laughed and went to hug Lucia. "You know, I was expecting you to have a German accent, I read somewhere that you were born in Germany."

"True! I was homeschooled and apparently my family had their own language and accent." She could feel her cheeks warming up at her rambling. To her relief, Lewis laughed.

"Well, that's interesting," he sounded honest, which almost made her melt, her anxiety had been squeezing her tightly before this. At some point Lucia had gone inside the garage with Bono, from where Victoria stood she could see both of them still talking.

"We still have some time before the race, do you want to go get some tea or coffee?" She really shouldn't drink more caffeine, today it wouldn't do her any good. "We can continue talking on the way."

"Sure, tea would be nice."

"You don't drink coffee?" As they started walking he held out his arm for her to hold, she wasn't sure if he wanted to link arms but her hand automatically went to hold his biceps.

"I'm trying to stop, my anxiety and caffeine are not friends." Fuck! That didn't went as planned.

"Understandable." He laughed.

"What about you?"

"I don't really like coffee," he pointed to the stairs that led to the hospitality. "The taste is too..." he searched for the right words, "Strong? Bitter?" There were many people there — celebrities —, she recognized some of them and they definitely didn't live in Vienna. She wondered if they went to see Lewis.

"Yeah, I mostly drink it with sugar but apparently it doesn't help the anxiety either so I took that off." Twice? Jesus. Thankfully Lewis laughed again.

"Choose whatever you want, I'll pay." And risk people thinking she is a gold digger?

"What? No way," she laughed.

"I'll pay. You're my guest." Well...

"Only if you let me do the same when you come visit me at my work." She wasn't flirting but it was a bold move, she knew. Nothing gave them the certainty that it would happen, but if she came to see them, they could go see her.

"Fine, now order."

The menu showed many teas, perhaps it was a common thing here. Victoria has always been a sucker for teas but ever since she could remember, she loved a certain one.

"Ginger honey tea." Maybe it was because she got sick almost every month as a kid and her mom would make it for her to drink but, ginger honey tea always made her feel good — even when she wasn't sick —. She went so long without any form of comfort that she had forgotten it existed.

"Interesting. Do you want something to eat?"

"No, not really. Feels like I had breakfast five minutes ago."

"Me too, I'm going to copy you." After he ordered and paid for the teas, they sat at a table closer to a wall — instinctively so, they were both used to avoiding being in the middle of a crowd —, her back was turned to the entrance. Big mistake.

"Morning, Victoria." That voice. The voice she dreaded hearing today, was right behind her.

"Good morning, Toto." She turned back to see him, he looked exactly like he did the night she saw him on TV. His sponsored shirt hugged his stomach, when he walked his pants looked tight in his thighs and hands where they were stuffed into his pockets. He looked good, really good.

"We had time so I invited her to get something to drink." Lewis said, pausing to take a sip of his tea. "Hope you don't mind."

"No problem, I also came to get myself a coffee." He was looking at Lewis with a face Victoria couldn't decipher. "But we do have to be at the garage in a few minutes..." They seemed to be playing a staring game now.

"We'll be quick, I'm hoping to see Nico too."

Toto nodded at her and walked away giving Lewis a pat on the shoulder to go order his coffee.

"He told us about you." What? He was smiling but looking down at his cup, he looked suspicious.

"What?"

"Toto, he told me about you," What the fuck? Why would he do that? "Well, he told Niki and Niki told me and Nico... Then I told Bono..." Victoria laughed, fifty percent because it was funny — gossiping about your boss —, forty percent because she was nervous and the other ten percent because what the fuck?

"Why would he do that? What did he say?" Her question made Lewis lean over the table, getting closer to her so he could whisper.

"He said he had met someone and wanted to invite her to the race tomorrow, we didn't know who it was because he wouldn't say, then Niki saw him going over some of the pictures you took recently for Tommy-" He cut himself off when footsteps came closer to them.

"Do you want to watch the race from the garage with us?" Toto asked as soon as he was close enough to be heard.

"To be honest I didn't know I could," She laughed awkwardly, both from what Lewis had told her and from Toto's invitation. "But yeah, sure." Better there then out here with all these people.

"Toto, do you mind taking Victoria back? I'll go find Angela, haven't seen her in a while."

"No problem, I'll take her."

As they rose from their sits, Lewis gave her a wink. He had managed to make her feel like they had been friends for years now in so little time. Lewis was only a few months older than the model, which was surprising for her, she never got along with people her age.

"I'll meet you guys there soon, behave!"

Apparently they both had bad hearing because the driver's 'behave' was turned into 'be brave'.

"Haven't seen you around the building." The teasing tone he used to talk to her in the hallway that night was back.

"I got busy, and apparently you did too," It was impressive how he made her mood light up, even if he was the cause of her anxiety just minutes ago. "The CEO life..."

"Sorry about that..."

"It's fine, I'm just teasing you." She wanted to ask why he did it but the words weren't leaving her mouth, the fear of being judged for questioning something muted her.

Toto went silent for a few seconds before he looked down at her, twice. She was glad she had picked platform shoes to wear — not that it did much to help their height difference —.

"The last woman I dated... She hated me being a team principal, she never told me why exactly... So I got worried you'd hate it too."

Funny. He said it like it explained everything, it just made everything more confusing. Of course, she had found him extremely attractive, but she never had anybody explicitly exhibiting they wanted her. If it was any other guy telling her the same thing, she'd be creeped out, but it was Toto and Toto didn't look like any other guy.

"Why did you get worried?" Out of all the questions...

"Come on, I thought you understood," He looked down at her again, seeing the doubts in her eyes, "When I asked you if you were free tomorrow, I was going to ask you to come see the race," He started laughing. "Then you crushed my hopes saying 'I'll have to check my schedule'."

"Sorry. To be fair, is not like I got asked out many times before."

"You're lying."

"I'm not?"

"Yes, you are," he laughed. "Have you seen yourself? There's no way people don't ask you out at every corner you turn."

"Well, a boy asked me out one time, when I was like seventeen but we ended up not going anywhere. A woman a few years ago invited me to go camping... I hate insects, and a few months ago a coworker tried to take me out for lunch only to make me miss a rehearsal."

"That is... wow, did you miss it though?"

"No, I live by my schedule and routines." She gave him a smile, he laughed.

"Well, now I believe you. I guess I'll have to show you how good a proper date can be." He winked and smiled, his hand slipped to the middle of her back, they had just reached the garage. As they walked inside, he stepped in front of her while still holding her back which made her be almost consumed in a hug, the same scent that filled her home the other night now filled all of her senses.

"This is where I sit, but if you want there's a TV you can watch back there." She didn't want to be alone, her eyes had scanned the room, trying to find her manager but she wasn't here.

"I'll stay here." With you. For now.

It wasn't as if Toto was a creepy guy, she just wasn't used to having a man — who clearly liked her —, so close like this.

Toto tried to explain some basic things to her, his fingers pointed at certain points in the monitors in front of him, she wasn't sure she paid more attention to his voice or his hands.

When Lewis came back he introduced her to his assistant, they chatted for a while before they excused themselves to get ready for the qualifying. Right after they left Nico came running inside, she saw him shooting Toto an apologizing look before he left her eyesight. Nico was supposed to be the first driver she would meet, he was German too and it would make sense if they were seen together first. Two Germans born in the same city in the same year.

If he avoided her on purpose, she couldn't really blame him, she herself hated meeting new people, especially if being put in a situation like this. They didn't have to be friends or get along, they simply had to interact in front of a camera or the public eye. Victoria felt somewhat lucky, Lewis was nice to her and seemed to have truly enjoyed the little time they spent together, Bono was sweet and kept a nice conversation, Angela seemed funny and relaxed, than there was Toto...

She still felt like there was something he wasn't telling her. While she wanted to believe his words, her insecurities and anxiety kept holding her back. At the same time he could make her brain short circuit, he could also make her feel like she was in a safe space.

Before the qualifying started, Toto brought her a headphone. As he held it she took off her cap and slipped her hair behind her ears, without her asking he stepped closer and adjusted it on her head himself.

"I could do that..." In response he only sighed and shook his head, making her remember his last comment earlier, 'I'll have to show you how good a proper date can be'. "Thank you." She whispered, resisting the self sabotaging urge to roll her eyes. She knew now wasn't the time to push him away.

"No need to thank me, Schatz."

Her cheeks warmed up, certainly becoming reddish. Toto smiled, his nose scrunch had her melting and she couldn't fight smiling back.

"By the way, did you find a nickname for me?" She felt the need to control something, interacting with Toto in a place he was confident in made her feel way too vulnerable. He turned around and got settled into his seat — even sitting he was taller than her —.

"Your last name is Kaiser, right?"

"Yes."

"I thought of Kai. I remembered you said people mostly called you by your last name so it's not a big difference for you." Her eyes drifted away from his own, her breath hitched and she subconsciously straightened her back. "It sounds hard and powerful, like you. What do you think?"

What did she think? If only he knew...

"It's nice, I like it." She smiled at him, a fake smile but he didn't mention it. Her voice had significantly lowered its volume. He still looked at her for a few seconds, searching for her eyes after they drifted away again.

"Good! We both speak German and it sounds different when you know what it means." He laughed, accidentally lighting up her mood. "But it still fits."

At some point someone brought a seat for her too, placing it right beside Toto. Sitting made her feel small and vulnerable, people walked around them and she felt like she was in the way. Sensing her anxiety wanting to strike, she started fidgeting with her marker, twisting and spinning it. She heard Toto's voice, he was talking with Bono and the whole room was filled with noises, she only heard one voice. His thick accent filled her ears, deafening her from anyone but himself.

Toto updated her whenever something important happened, his hand would tap her leg and point to the screen before explaining. Niki had joined them but she wasn't sure when, it was interesting seeing him and Toto interact — words weren't needed, eye contact was enough —.

"So, what did you think?" Toto asked.

"To be honest, I didn't understand at the beginning," They both laughed, "But I think I'm getting the hang of it. You're a good teacher." If she closed her eyes she could see the look her mom would give her if she heard the last part, 'are you really going to act like this? I expected more of you, Kasia' she would say.

"Well, I could teach you more things if you come back tomorrow."

She had complimented him innocently but they both knew the real meaning behind his words.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"It's because, like... I don't know, you seem so sure we would work," At first she groaned slightly, regretting it as soon as it left her mouth. Her head tilted, a habit she acquired as a child, it was meant to push her thoughts away. "And we only talked once, how can you know I'm not a shitty person?" A part of her expected him to snap and just tell her to fuck off, the other part wanted to hear him talking, wanted to know.

"Because I do know you. I knew you as a German Supermodel, I saw you walking last year, a friend of mine invited me to go watch his girlfriend but I only saw you... Thought you were so fucking beautiful. That day I thought of talking to you, but we had to leave soon and I didn't see you around after, I saw some of your other works after though. Then I heard of you as my mother's neighbor... Friend," He smiled at her from across the table. They had sat together in the same place Lewis and her were sitting earlier — Niki too before he coincidentally had to leave —, Toto's feet occasionally bumped hers. "The way she talked about you... How you had contributed to many NGO's anonymously, how educated and polite you were, how brilliant and smart you were, amongst many other things... I don't remember hearing her talking about someone like that before, and when she told me who you were and what you did, I knew what I wanted to do." His fingers were playing with his phone, tracing the sides and corners and twisting it on the table.

"Did your mom even ask you to go get her cat back?"

"Yeah, I just used it as an excuse to talk to you."

"Well, the cat helped too." They laughed.

"So, believe me?"

"I do, but I still don't understand how this will work, Toto..."

"You mean like, with work and traveling?"

"That's a part of it," She sighed, "You're still in like, the middle of the season, how will we even get to know each other?"

"Text, phonecall, travels... I mean, you're still sitting here listening to me so I know at least a part of you want to see where this goes," He leaned on the table with his arms crossed, "And if we both want to try, i think we'll find a way." She knew he was right, a part of her did want to try. "Look, I got nothing to lose and everything to win here. I'm not getting any younger, I've never been married and I don't have kids. I want more than just casual hook ups..." He sighed, his voice had gotten lower and Victoria subconsciously leaned on the table mirroring him. "I'm older than you and our lives are completely different, I get that. I knew there was a high chance of rejection but again, I got nothing to lose. If you don't want to come back tomorrow, I totally understand." She didn't know what to say, but even if she did, she wouldn't be able to. Lucia had come up to them saying it was time to go.

Before Victoria exited the paddock, Lewis stopped her.

"So, are we going to exchange numbers or what?" His arm had found a place on her shoulders, they were close in height but it wasn't uncomfortable. "If I remember right, I had to cut off the gossip." Victoria laughed, Lewis seemed to be such a serious guy on TV but in reality he was just a little gossip lover.

"Okay, what's your number?" To make the exchange easier, they handed their phones to each others.

"Just so you know, sometimes I'll just disappear, ghost everyone and come back as if nothing happened."

"Same, any day off I get I'll just lock myself at home." True, but it wasn't exclusively days off, any time she's home she'll pretend there's an apocalypse outside and she can't leave the apartment or she'll die.

They chatted for a couple minutes more until Lucia came back with the car.

"You're going to watch the race tomorrow, right? If everything goes as planned we will go out to celebrate the podium." She had already opened the door but Lewis leaned over it to whisper to her, "Besides, Toto would really like that..."

"Lewis..."

"What? He would!" He laughed.

"Bye, Lewis."

"See you tomorrow!" He turned to go back and Victoria closed the door.

"Wait!" She opened the window and pushed her head out to call him back, "Forgot to ask, can you sign my cap, please?" She asked the same way she saw a girl asking him earlier, fake innocent smile paired with a fluttering of lashes before staring at him with her big blue eyes.

"Sure! How could I deny you that?" He laughed.

He pulled the cap from her hand and turned to sign it at the side — same place she signed Izzy's —, "But, uhm..." He gave her pen back and stroked the team's symbol, brushed some nonexistent dust before placing it on his head, "You'll have to come back tomorrow to get it." He ran away laughing.

"Well, that was unexpected." Lucia said, receiving a roll of eyes from Victoria.

"What happened with you?" Lucia asked. Victoria hadn't spoken since she started driving, her head was tilted to the window and her arms hugged her body. Whenever she got lost in thought, people usually mistaken her overthinking for sleepiness. Lucia knew her better than anyone.

"Toto." She whispered.

"The team principal?"

"Yeah. I met him a few days ago, at home. He is my neighbor's son." She took a couple deep breaths, lightly shaking her head, "I invited him in, we drank coffee together... He asked me if I would be free on Sunday, because he wanted to invite me to the race, but he also kind of lied about being a boring CEO. Lewis told me he told Niki... You know Niki Lauda, right? He told Niki he had met someone, why do you tell your friend you 'met someone' if it's in a friendship way? I don't know what to think, Lu." She rambled, her eyes seemed to be searching for something while she looked around the streets, "He asked if I will come back tomorrow... Technically I wouldn't need to, but... I don't know." Lucia was quiet, she was aware her words and thoughts wouldn't matter right now. "Whatever, sorry for rambling."

"Don't apologize, it's nice hearing you voice your thoughts, even if they're confusing as fuck." She teased hoping to lighten up the mood, the smile she received was enough for her. "But really Vi, you should go. As you, you know? You. No pretense, no fake smiles, just you being you. We've been together for years now and I have yet to see you dating someone. You'll be thirty this year and I know you want to settle down, what if this is your chance?" Victoria going back meant way more than just the idea of what they could be. Toto seemed confident in what he wanted.

"Thanks for the words but, I met him just a few days ago... Does dating really happens like this?" The rational part of her brain stopped working hours ago.

"It happens in lots of ways." After her words the car fell in a deep silence, a loud consuming silence.

"Well, our schedules have already gotten in our way, can you imagine how it would be if we start dating?"

"Yes." The way she said it left no room for doubting. "And for someone who's 'not sure' you seem oddly invested in this..." Victoria wasn't looking at her but she could hear the smirk on Lucia's voice.

"Come on..." She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, but before you leave..." The car had stopped and she hadn't noticed it. "How can you expect to settle down and start a family if you don't even try to meet knew people? He's older, more experienced and mature than guys your age... But that also means he's probably not going to wait too long."

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