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forfucksakesniall · 11 months

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"Whispered Hearts"

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: Lewis Hamilton has a secret girlfriend. During the Monaco Grand Prix, their relationship is revealed to the public, but they remain strong and support each other.

Word count: 1553

Trigger warning/Content advisory: Media scrutiny, privacy invasion, public attention, and intense emotions including anxiety and stress. Reader discretion is advised.

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As Lewis arrives with effortless charm, the cameras flash constantly, capturing his every move. Fans eagerly call out his name, seeking his autograph on their merch. With a grateful smile, he acknowledges their unwavering support, waving to the crowd.

Lewis Hamilton, the perpetual bachelor, guards a closely kept secret from prying media eyes. Behind closed doors, passionate and secret romance blossoms between Lewis and (Y/N), spanning over three beautiful years.

On the yacht en route to the grand prix, Lewis takes a phone call, his face lit up with anticipation. Curiosity ripples through observers, wondering about the person on the other end. If only they knew who filled those precious moments with him, their curiosity would soar.

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Hours earlier…

Awakened by shuffling and muffled voices, you groggily open your eyes. Lewis moves about the room, preparing for today's practice. Admiring him from behind, you appreciate his early rising and his need to fix everything early in the morning. This is what you get for dating a control freak.

The sound of the duvet shifting catches his attention, and he turns toward you, wide-eyed, realizing he has disturbed you. With a gentle expression, he approaches, settling beside you on the bed.

"Good morning, baby," he whispers, planting a tender kiss on your forehead, his hand cradling your cheek. "Did I wake you?"

"Its fine babe" you softly respond. His brows furrow, searching for a way to make it up to you, reading his thoughts like an open book. He knows how much you love your sleep and feels guilty for waking you.

"It was time to wake up anyway," you assure him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. A smile graces his face, easing the tension.

"Since I've disturbed your beauty sleep, princess," he playfully teases, "I'll make you some breakfast."

"Good to know," you playfully tease back, anticipation twinkling in your eyes.

It's still early, and you cherish the time together before he leaves for the race. After breakfast, you find yourselves snuggled up on the couch, bodies entwined, surrounded by fluffy pillows. Wearing cozy pajamas, you wish this moment could last forever.

You discuss your plans for the day, and you reassure him of your unwavering support, letting him know you'll be watching him every step of the way.

"You can go outside and enjoy your day instead of being cooped up here," he suggests, a hint of worry on his face.

Cradling his face in your hands, you alleviate his concerns. "I want to be here with you, and besides, the streets will be busy anyway."

He pauses, contemplating his next words. "What if… What if you came to the race?"

You look at him, surprise and intrigue shining in your eyes.

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Lewis on the phone

"Hey baby, I'm here now."

"Hey, I just arrived too. The staff guided me into the paddock without attracting any attention."

"That's good. Um, are you feeling alright? I hope the cameras doesn't make you too uncomfortable. They are everywhere and—"

"I'll be fine, Lewis. Stop worrying, okay? Focus on the race, alright?"

"Yeah… okay. I love you. I'll see you later."

"Love you too, babe. See you."

Entering the Mercedes paddock, many unfamiliar faces greet you, surprised by their recognition to you. They address you by name, offering your favorite drink, even asking ypu things only you and Lewis knows. As if they already knew who you were.

Guiding you to Lewis's driver's room, you settle onto the couch, waiting for his arrival. It feels as if you been there so many time despite it being your first. But the truth, this is where Lewis FaceTimes you whenever he has a spare moment, talking to you before each race.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, revealing someone you've only seen on TV and heard about in Lewis's stories.

"Hey Lewis, I wanted to ask you about our ping pong rematch—" George's eyes widen in surprise, realizing he isn't speaking to Lewis but to Lewis's best-kept secret.

"Oh, um… you must be (Y/N)?"

Before you can respond, Lewis intervenes, placing a reassuring hand on George's shoulder.

"Let's discuss that later, George," he says, attempting to close the door.

George still manages to squeeze his way in.

"Wait a minute, you're always talking about her, and now she's here, and you're suddenly all shy," George cheekily remarks.

"Oh, so you talk about me at work, Lewis?" you playfully tease, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Now is not the time for that," Lewis deflects, trying to change the subject, but you and George exchange giggles.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you," George says, pats back at Lewis's shoulder before leaving.

As Lewis closes and locks the door, safeguarding his secret, he apologizes for George's silliness.

"I'm sorry about him. He tends to talk nonsense when he's excited," he defends himself.

You can't help but giggle, knowing that George's words hold some truth, but you don't press the matter further.

Lewis takes a seat beside you, his hand reaching for yours, gently rubbing the back of it. Tension fills the air.

Drawing closer to him, you speak softly, "Hey, stop worrying about us. We'll be just fine." You lean in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, deepening your connection.

He draws back slightly, cradling your face in his hands. "If at any point you feel uncomfortable, just let me know, and I'll arrange for someone to bring you back home," he assures, his words sincere.

The mention of "home" sends a warm wave of comfort and belonging through you, reminding you of the depth of your connection and the time you've spent together.

"I promise, and I know I'll be alright," you whisper, offering your reassurance in return.

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As Lewis heads out of the paddock, drawing attention to himself and creating a diversion, you seize the opportunity to slip away unnoticed toward the garage, seeking a better vantage point to watch him race.

Lost in your thoughts, you're approached by a girl, approximately your age, her Mercedes merch indicating she's a fan.

"Hi! Hello?" She greets you enthusiastically.

"I saw you coming out of the paddock. I'm curious, what kind of pass do you have?" Her questioning catches you off guard, and you find yourself unable to make up a lie in response.

Before you can answer, her friends join her, and Lewis's gaze shifts toward the commotion, realizing that you're being surrounded by a growing crowd of fans. Although you remain calm, Lewis's protective instincts kicks in.

As Lewis walks back towards you, attracting the attention of cameras and journalists, confusion spreads among them. They wonder why he's suddenly heading in the opposite direction, away from the garage, and they start following him.

Approaching the group, Lewis cheerfully greets them as he always does, diverting their attention from you. He positions himself slowly in front of you, blocking the view of the girls who are now asking for his autograph on their merch.

With a gentle push of his elbow, he signals you to step back and head to the garage. However, as you try to leave the crowd, the cameras and journalists have already made their way to you, envading on your personal space.

Lewis quickly realizes his mistake and looks to the security personnel for assistance. They swiftly intervene, pushing back the crowd to create a pathway for both of you. Guiding you with a reassuring hand on your back, Lewis leads you forward, your gaze fixed on the ground to avoid any unwanted attention.

"Shit," you overhear him mutter, his anxiety mounting once again. This was certainly not the outcome you had hoped for.

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The news spreads rapidly, like wildfire.

"Lewis Hamilton Spotted with Mystery Woman in Monaco Grand Prix."

"Lewis Hamilton's Secret Love: Who is his Monaco Grand Prix Girlfriend?"

"Lewis Hamilton's Monaco Grand Prix Surprise: Introducing his Secret Girlfriend."

Gossip sites churn out articles, each one vying for attention. Pictures capture the moment as both of you escape the crowd and head toward the garage.

Lewis is preparing for practice when he notices you are dazed and confused, absorbed in what you've read online. The information about you—your occupation, hometown, and mutual connections—seems to have spread with lightning speed. Lost in your thoughts, you don't realize that Lewis is kneeling in front of you until he takes your hand.

"I know this isn't how we wanted it, and... I.. I shouldn't have asked you to come," he rambles.

"At least we don't have to hide anymore," you reassure him, sensing his anxiety. "We'll figure it out after the race, okay?"

He continues to gaze at you, seeking reassurance that you're truly okay. Standing up, he leans down to plant a tender kiss on the top of your head.

"Be safe. I love you," you tell him, your voice filled with affection.

"I love you too, baby," he responds, his words carrying a heartfelt warmth.

He walks towards the car and drives away. After a few seconds, you finally gather the strength to rise from your seat and contemplate the situation.

You come to a realization that it shouldn't sadden you that they discovered your secret. It was inevitable, something you and Lewis would eventually have to face.

With newfound determination, you stand tall and position yourself near the monitors, eagerly watching Lewis's performance. A member of the garage team hands you a pair of headphones, allowing you to hear Lewis's communications.

"Go get them babe," you whisper to yourself, offering words of encouragement to your beloved.

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floisahoe · 11 months

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P6 - Lewis Hamilton x Singer!Reader

Lewis Hamilton x Singer!Reader - Instagram AU

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celeb_news a reliable source has shared that F1 champion, Lewis Hamilton, and singer, Y/N Y/L/N, are rumoured to be "casually" dating.

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y/n_lewisupdates 😍😍😍

f1-girl who is said "reliable source"

lewis_mylove lol this so would've been accidentally leaked by lando ^

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y/n_updates y/n's story today! the fact she brought them on tour 🥺

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lewis_mylove okay but the caption in the third story... she wishing lew was there???

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y/n_y/l/n Un Fiore World Tour - Melbourne on film 📷

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troyesivan so happy to have seen it in person 🤩

y/n_wifey slay that stage 🎤

lewis_updates liked by lew! duh

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lewis_updates Lew hit up the y/n y/l/n Un Fiore Melbourne concert for his post Aus gp celebrations

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lewis_updates stop. he liked!!! dead.

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f1_wagsupdates y/n y/l/n's phone wallpaper has been updated 👀Thanks @y/n_lewisupdates for the tip off!

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clxja16 · 8 months

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The Spoken Words

Lewis Hamilton X Reader

Genre: idk man

Warnings: suggestive(?), angst(?)

Word Count: 561

Author's Note: This is very different compared to what I would normally write. In my head it seems like a good idea, and I think you guys would love it but idk. I'm thinking of making a part two called the unspoken words, and it just this again with all the inner monologue to go along with it. idk, let me know what you guys think. honestly if this doesn't get like a 150 notes, I'm just gonna delete it and pretend it never existed.

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The spoken words of an almost relationship;

“Just to be clear, we’re…”

“Friends,” you said calmly, with an all too knowing smile.

Lewis smirked at you. “Hmm, you weren’t saying that last night,” he says before walking away. Lewis was many things, but above all he knew how to be discrete. A quality that you were ever so grateful for.

“Just stay for the night,”

“We both know I shouldn’t do that.”

“No one will know,” Lewis says, as he pulls you closely to him in the bed. You can’t help but allow your eyes to close. Just for one more night, you’ll stay.

“Congratulations on the podium,” you say, as you and him walk side by side towards the hotel elevators.

Lewis smirked, “Do you want to help me celebrate tonight?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you say as you begin to unbutton the blouse you were wearing.

“Lewis look at this,” you say, shoving your phone in his direction. At the worst timing ever you get a text notification from your partner back home.

“y/n,” Lewis says with a tone you can’t place.

“I’m sorry.”

“I told you before, this is not something serious Lewis.”

“Why can’t we change it to be serious?”

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Lewis said, a few days after the initial fight.

“It wasn’t a fight,” you offer him a smile, “it was a heated conversation”

“If that’s what you want to call it,” he says with a smile as well.

“It is what I want to call it.” It’s time to let him go, but you’re not ready.

“Oh just like that,” you can’t help but moan out. You can hear Lewis scoff at you.

“I have to go,” you say to Lewis as he watches you pack your things. “Toto is sending me back to the factory.”

“For how long?”

“Just a couple weeks,” you smirk at Lewis, “I’ll be back.”

“Good.”

“I’m gonna extend my time at the factory,” you speak into the phone to Lewis.

“You said you were going to come back,”

“I am going to come back, just not as soon as I thought.”

“God, I missed you,” Lewis says, as he sees you waiting outside his hotel room. “When did you get here?”

“A few hours ago,” you say, revealing the luggage behind you.

“Let’s get inside,” Lewis opens the hotel room door for you.

“Oh this is perfect,” you praise.

“Just for you.”

“y/n, you’re getting a call,” Lewis calls to you, while you’re in the shower.

“Who is it?”

“It’s them.” He says it with the same tone that you can’t place.

“Oh,” you stop for a second, “just leave it. I’ll take care of it.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Lewis says, as the two of you sit across from each other in the hotel room, half-dressed.

“I know,” you say truthfully, “you want something serious.”

“And you’re trying to get away from something serious.”

“It was fun though.”

“If you change your mind about something serious, you can call me,” Lewis offers.

“Don’t wait around for me, Lewis.”

“Now we’re just…” Lewis speaks up, when he sees you leaving the hotel.

“We’re just people that used to know each other,” you say, as the taxi to take you to the airport pulls up. “Goodbye Lewis.”

“Goodbye y/n.”

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heliads · 7 months

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Let Me in Your Life (and I Swear I'll Never Leave It)

As one of Lewis Hamilton's oldest friends, you're sure he'll be nothing but happy for you when you're finally offered a Formula One contract. Lewis, however, remembers what competition like that can do to a friendship, and his reaction isn't what you expect.

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You don’t know it’s over until you see him.

That shouldn’t have been enough. It wouldn’t have been enough for anyone else. They would have seen his smile and thought that he was genuinely happy for you when you told him that all of your wildest dreams were finally coming true. So much of you wanted to believe him when he told you that he couldn’t be more proud that you almost convinced yourself of it.

Almost. Unfortunately, the part of you that has known Lewis Hamilton since you were a kid also knows his tells, and you watched the way his fingers twisted in front of him until you couldn’t take it any longer. Until you knew what he wouldn’t say to you on a perfectly good night like this, which is that Lewis was not pleased that you were finally entering Formula One, and no amount of wanting will fix that.

It cuts to the bone. This had been a lovely evening. You only get so many chances to spend time with Lewis outside of the media circus of a Formula One or Two paddock, so you really wanted to make this one count. You had even kept your good news to yourself just in case he wasn’t as thrilled about it as you were, feeling the secret burn against you all through the dinner at the nice restaurant whose menu you double, triple, and quadruple-checked to ensure that there were good vegan options. You withheld the news through wine, through pleasant laughter, even through the check, but you couldn’t keep it back afterwards.

The restaurant was nice enough. Lewis always looked good in expensive places. He fit in quite well in any scenario, but his smile was practiced and he never missed a social cue so long as he could help it. That’s what years of constant scrutiny does to you, you suppose; never again will the two of you be thirteen years old and utterly ignorant of the difference between salad and dessert forks. You miss the boy who could mess up around you. You haven’t seen him in a while, even ignoring both of your hectic travel schedules.

Lewis tends to get antsy after a heavy meal, the product of too much time spent around Mercedes-grade nutritionists and personal trainers, so the two of you went on a walk outside after leaving the restaurant. The air was crisp and cool, and dark enough that you could walk freely without being recognized. You had looked up at the stars overhead and made a wish that nothing would hurt you tonight.

Maybe you whispered the wish aloud as you said it, or maybe Lewis has always been able to read your mind and ruined the magic that way, because it wasn’t even half an hour before that desperate plea to the heavens was shattered along with your peace of mind.

You couldn’t keep it in any longer. All your life, you’ve wanted to make it to the Formula One circuit. Lewis has known this just about as long as you. You met him while karting, and you’ve been best friends ever since. You used to race everywhere– on the track, down the hall, whoever could make it to the door of their hotel room wins bragging rights for the next night at least– but over time, Lewis was able to make it up the Formula One ladder faster than you, and then you weren’t racing together any more but watching each other race in different circuits.

You did your best not to let it sting. Lewis has faced far more than his fair share of roadblocks. Maybe he always wanted it a little more than you, then, because no matter how hard you tried to follow in his path, your feet keep dragging in his dust. It took forever to get to F3, and you never thought you’d ever see the day when you made it to F2.

Now you’re just one good finish away from winning the Formula Two driver’s championship, and better still, you’re about to sign a contract with a Formula One team. After all this time, it’s finally yours. You’re still in talks about the nuances of the legal binding, but it’s basically in the bag.

Your family is aware, but you knew you needed to tell Lewis as well, even before the signing, because he’s basically your other half. You had always assumed that he would take it well, that he’d be just as thrilled for you as Nico was for Lewis when he first signed. When you bring up the subject, though, you can tell from the delicate shuttering of Lewis’ face that you were, for the first time in a long time, completely wrong about him.

The two of you are walking down a moonlit bridge when you finally say it. “I was meeting with an F1 team yesterday,” you tell him, “I think they’re going to sign me. We’ve been going over the contract for a while now and it’s basically all ironed out. The only thing left is to actually shake on it.”

You pause, waiting for the hearty congratulations he doled out when you made it to F3, then F2, but for F1, you’re only greeted with silence. You look at him, heart in your throat, but when you finally bring yourself to meet his eyes, you’re only greeted with– disappointment.

When the silence gets painful, Lewis coughs and looks away. “That’s– that’s great, Y/N. Really.”

You stare at him in disbelief. “Really?”

Lewis has the grace to look ashamed. “I know I might not sound– it’s a fantastic accomplishment. You should be proud of yourself.”

“I am,” you say slowly, “but are you proud of me? Because you certainly don’t look it right now. And it’s not just an accomplishment, Lew, this has been my dream for years. You know that.”

“I do,” Lewis answers you, but his voice is distant and he hasn’t looked you in the eyes since you first brought up the news.

It makes your blood run cold in your veins. In all the scenarios you’d imagined of how he’d react, you pictured his jaw dropping with surprise, his face immediately lighting up, him immediately texting his brother and the rest of his family the news. You never expected that he would actually be unhappy about it.

“Then why are you acting like this?” You gesture at him. “At least fake a smile, Lewis, I know you can.”

He looks at you at last, and you wince at the genuine hurt blinking back at you. “Don’t do it, Y/N,” he says suddenly.

You feel as if the breath has been stolen out of your lungs. “What?”

“Don’t do it,” he repeats, “Go to Indycar or Le Mans or Race of Champions. Do something crazy, something fun. Hell, try them all. Don’t let this be the end-all, be-all of your racing aspirations.”

There’s no way you’re hearing him properly. “You think I shouldn’t join Formula One? After all this time practically killing myself to get in, you want me to just walk away?” You shake your head slowly. “You had better have a good reason for this, because you’re my oldest friend and I know that friends wouldn’t do this to each other. You could have just said you were happy for me.”

Lewis’ gaze turns pleading. “You don’t know what it’s like in there. We go for each other’s throats all the time. I can’t let it destroy us.”

The night is silent. You watch the water lapping at the shores below as if in a dream. All is dark. Even the stars seem burned out overhead. Nothing good has happened here. Nothing worth the light of the moon above.

He says, “I don’t want to lose you. Not like everybody else.”

You say, “If you don’t let me do this, you will have lost me before I even start.”

You give him one last chance to change his mind. When he stays silent, you turn on your heel and leave. The sound of your shoes clicking against the cobblestones is maddeningly loud, drowning out all but the tumultuous beat of your heart. He doesn’t try to stop you. He does not do anything at all.

You call a taxi. The ride is quiet. You have half a mind to direct the driver to a club or something instead so you don’t have to live with that engulfing silence any longer, but instead you just have him drive you to your door and leave you there. You barely make it inside before breaking down in loud sobs that wrack your entire body. He should have told you how much he wanted you there. He should have told you how much he wanted you.

You wait until your tears dry, then call up the team principal of the F1 team and tell him you’re interested in signing the contract as soon as possible. They’re glad to hear it, and pleased enough that they don’t hear the wobble of your voice on the other end.

The rest of the season passes without a hitch. You win the F2 championship and are able to announce your contract not soon afterwards. All of the F1 drivers who cross your path make sure to congratulate you, and every one of their declarations of praise only hurts twice as much when you remember the one man who hasn’t said a word to you yet.

Winter break is eventful, even more than you were expecting. There are a hundred forms to sign and a thousand videos to film, countless mechanics to meet and endless trainings to complete. You’re given enough team kits to clothe a small nation. You officially meet your teammate on your first tour of the team facilities, and he is perfectly civil to you, even kind. He isn’t Lewis, though, and that’s enough for you to be disappointed.

At last, you reach the week before testing starts for the new season. You’re in a hotel room booked under your new team. It’s strange being here now after wanting this for so long. For years, you’ve dreamed of what it would be like to finally be here, and now you’re flopped on your hotel bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if it’ll look different when you’ve raced in a Formula One car for the first time.

Truth be told, it’s terrifying. You thought you would know what to do by now, having repeated this process in the previous two series, but everything feels different now that you’re at the top. No one expects championships from a rookie in her first season, but you can’t help but feel that eyes are on you.

A knock on your door, and you’re immediately grateful to whoever it is for interrupting your relentless panicked musing on the infinite ways that tomorrow could go wrong. You pad over the door and open it without checking, expecting to be greeted by your teammate or your trainer or any one of the staff of your new team.

Instead, you swing open the door to find Lewis staring at you, hands in his pockets. You immediately jerk to a stop, so surprised that you even forget usual pleasantries like saying hello or asking how he’s been.

Lewis forgets too. The two of you stare at each other for what feels like centuries but could just be a few moments until he coughs, looks briefly at his feet and then back at you, and says, “I remember that you always overthink things the night before a big change. I wanted to see how you were doing.”

You nod a little too quickly. “I’m fine. Just, yeah, overthinking.”

A ghost of a smile flickers over Lewis’ lips, then disappears just as quickly. “Thought so. Do you mind if I come in? There’s actually a lot I need to say.”

An ugly, cruel part of your brain immediately whispers oh, now you have a lot to say? But you manage to shut it up before you say it and wordlessly gesture for him to enter the hotel room. You check the hallway before shutting the door, but no one’s there, no cameras. This isn’t a trap. It’s just a friend visiting a friend, something he used to do all the time before he decided that he would not be able to live with himself if he didn’t stop you from trying to reach your biggest dream.

When you head back inside, Lewis is leaning against the windows, idly peering outside. “You have a good view,” he notes.

You fold your arms across your chest. “You’re not here to discuss the perks of my hotel room.”

“No, I’m not,” Lewis agrees. “I’m here to apologize.”

This takes you by surprise. “You are?”

He nods. “I shouldn’t have tried to stop you. God knows I would have hated it if you had said something like that to me before I joined McLaren.”

Your brow furrows. “Then why did you say it to me?”

Lewis lets out a quiet, horror-struck sigh. “Because I meant part of it. I am terrified of losing you, Y/N. I know how competition can get in between friends. You know how well I know that. Nico’s already– we’re different now, and I can’t take it if I lose you, too.”

He breaks off, lost in thought, and you feel a pang in your heart as if struck by a blade. You and Nico were friends separate from the great doing and undoing of Lewis and Nico, but that was sort of inevitable. It feels as if every kid who was good at karting in your area eventually became friends, but all that did was give you a front row ticket to the so-called Silver War. What a terrible thing, to know someone like a brother and then only be able to speak to them through corporate meetups and scheduled interviews. What a horrific end to something that had once been, well, everything.

Your hands tense at your sides. “I’m not Nico.”

“I know that,” he says, almost frustrated, “I know. Trust me, I know. I have always known you. I know that we’ll be able to make it through anything, but I’m afraid of risking it. I knew at some point you’d get called up here, you’re too fast for them to ignore you, but I was hoping to have at least a little more time.”

You tilt your head to the side, frowning. “I thought you guessed already. Isn’t that why we scheduled that dinner?”

“No,” Lewis murmurs, “I scheduled that dinner because I wanted to tell you that I loved you.”

The ground has been pulled out beneath your feet. No, not just the ground– the very earth itself, every star in the sky and every heavenly body in the cosmos. You are abruptly removed from everything you have ever believed, because you know Lewis better than anyone and so you would have known if he loved you, you would have figured it out a long time ago. There is no way you wouldn’t have been able to tell. No way he could take you by surprise like this.

“No,” you whisper.

“Yes,” Lewis says simply. “I was going to do it after keeping it a secret for so long. And then you told me that we were going to be competitors, and I thought it was all going to be over. And I panicked and told you to leave, and you hated me, and it turns out I didn’t even need us crashing into each other on track to kill our friendship. I did that all by myself.”

“It isn’t dead,” you tell him fiercely. “Not in the slightest.”

He doesn’t seem to believe you. “We fought. We never do that.”

“That’s unrealistic,” you point out. “Everyone fights. Even married couples.”

“We’re not married, and you don’t even love me back,” Lewis argues.

You arch a brow. “How do you know that?”

“I would know,” he says without a trace of suspicion.

God, he’s just as stubborn as you. Just as set in his own ways. Maybe that’s why it has always been the two of you, even after everything. Maybe that’s why you always chose him in every friend group, in every issue, in every race. No one understands you like Lewis, and no one ever will. No one will stand by your side no matter what, no one will say what you need to hear because no one knows exactly how you work like Lewis does.

Still, you can surprise him from time to time. He certainly doesn’t expect it when you cross the room in a few brisk strides, when you reach across the chasm of one fight and one great misunderstanding to kiss him. It takes him a moment to realize what you’re doing and what this means, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you closer, because Lewis will never give up an advantage when it is offered to him and right now Lewis wants this more than anything. He wants you, more than anything.

“You’re never going to let me hear the end of it when you finish ahead of me in a race, are you?” He asks in a half-mumble against your lips.

You smile, and you can feel his returning grin when he kisses you again. “Absolutely not. You never let me off that easily when we were kids.”

“We’re not kids anymore,” Lewis points out.

“No,” you say slowly, “We’re not, are we?”

It is not a bad thing. In fact, looking at all the years you have, all the races together, all the plane tickets you’ll book side by side, all the hotel rooms you’ll share, you think you like this new era of your life quite a bit better than anything. Lewis would have to agree, if the shine in his eyes means anything at all. Both of you will never be the same, but you will never be like this again, either. We are all different, all the time, but the one thing that will never change is how you do it: together, always together.

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HE IS SO UGHHHHHHHHHHH 😩😩😩😩

#he’s so adorable #like this man is gorgeous it’s ridiculous #lewis hamilton #f1 lewis #love him #formula 1

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we did it

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nico rosberg really is the best f1 commentator currently because not only does he actually know what he's talking about but he's not afraid to make bitchy little comments and wax poetic about lewis hamilton like what more do you want

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#f1 #formula 1 #saudi arabia gp #lewis hamilton #ferrari

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Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Driver!Reader

Trigger Warning/Content Advisory: Jealous and Kinda Mean Lewis

It's common to have celebrities visit the garage in F1, and you find it an advantage to meet some of them. Brad Pitt, The Kardashians, Megan Thee Stallion, Paris Hilton and many more. The one encounter that lives up until now was Sebastian Stan. You are his biggest fan. When you saw "Bucky" in the garage, he was the most gorgeous being you've ever seen—wait, Lewis.

You looked around the garage to find him but to no avail. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to pounce on Sebastian Stan. He was being toured in Lewis's garage, and somehow, I got the news of our visitor next door.

As you stepped into the garage, you immediately looked for "Bucky," and there he was, sculpted by the gods themselves. You were in total awe of him—his beautiful blue eyes, perfect jaw, his fit was eye candy, and his hair in a bun. This man is just—UGH.

Your phone buzzed, and you checked to see that it was from Lewis.

TODAY

Lewis

Do you mind closing your mouth?

Embarrassed, you closed it. But how did he know you were here? You looked around the garage one last time when you caught a glimpse of the monitor. The cameraman had captured your whole reaction while you were here.

You glared at the cameraman, then ignored him afterward. You couldn't let this opportunity slip away from meeting Sebastian Stan. When the tour was almost over, it was your time to shine.

He was about to head out when a journalist spotted you both and asked if she could do an interview with you and Sebastian. You enthusiastically agreed to the idea, and as you approached him, he also agreed to the interview. Finally, luck was on my side.

Since it was somewhat dark in the garage, you were asked to step outside the grid for better lighting. As the journalist set things up, you turned to Sebastian, and to your surprise, he was already looking at you.

"I'm a big fan, by the way," you said.

"Aw, that's so sweet. Thank you so much," he replied, and then he hugged you. The hug felt like it was taking longer than expected, and just as you were lost in the moment, you heard someone clear their throat.

It was the journalist, reminding you both to continue with the interview.

Reluctantly, you let go of the hug and settled for a side hug with Sebastian, which he didn't seem to mind, and he placed his hand on the side of your arm.

Throughout the interview, you found yourself mostly agreeing with whatever the journalist was saying. Afterward, you took photos together, which seemed to take forever to finish. You waved goodbye to Sebastian and blew him a kiss as he left.

TODAY

Lewis

Do you mind closing your mouth? Seriously, doing an interview with him? Did PR agree to this? What's with all the hugging? Did it really have to be that many photos?

Oh no, you're getting grumpy Lewis today.

You were on your way to your side garage and slowing to the back of the Driver’s room. When you get in you see Lewis standing there looking at you.

“Hey…” you said awkwardly

“....” he stays quiet

“You had Sebastian Stan in your garage… I met him... But you know that already…” you mentioned.

“Yea, you were so busy… Seems like you already forgot about me..” Lewis replied, heading towards the door to leave.

Quickly, you blocked his way and locked the door behind you.

“Why are you acting like this?” you said in frustration

“Wouldn't you wanna know” he sassed.

“Lewis… Are you... Are you jealous?” you were trying not to smile but it was obvious.

“Why would I- I don’t..” he huffs in annoyance, struggling to find his words.

You grinned mischievously, Oh Lewis you thought to yourself

You stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your faces were inches apart from each other. You were looking at his eyes and slowly down to his lips.

He was avoiding your gaze, and you sighed at his persistence to ignore your questioning.

“So.. No Kiss?... Okay then..” you tell him and place your face on the crook of his neck and inhale deeply. Gosh, you missed him. But you wouldn’t admit that because that would backfire for sure.

At first, he was stubborn, not hugging you back, but then you could feel his arms snake around your waist. You heard him mumble something.

"What?" you asked him.

“I said you smell like a man” he retorts back.

Oh, it must be Sebastian's perfume. You have to get back at him for this.

“How was Shakira any different…” you sassed back to him.

“I told you that was for PR… and you were with me the whole time…”

“Whatever…”

You get to see jealous Lewis, to be fair it wasn't too bad. He still went to see me in the driver’s room like he always does. He’ll give me a kiss, a hug, and whisper sweet nothings to me. But today took a violent turn.

“I’m sorry…” you finally admit that maybe you overdid it. You got excited and fawned all over Sebastian.

“No, I’m sorry for being immature about it… I just thought maybe... You like him better than me... Or whatever. But I wasn't jealous, okay?” he says to you like a secret.

“Sure… So, you aren't mad anymore?”

“For a kiss, I won’t” he teases you.

I pull away to see his face and finally his beautiful brown eyes. He leans his forehead to mine.

What a tease.

You lean closer and your lips touch. A soft and affectionate kiss, filled with sweetness and warmth.

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P5 - Lewis Hamilton x Singer!Reader

Lewis Hamilton x Singer!Reader - Instagram AU

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y/n_y/l/n Bahrain, thank you Mercedes for showing me around 🖤

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georgerussell63 Mercedes' new biggest fan, welcome 💚

f1_wags Please tell me we will be seeing more of you 🙏

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f1_wagsupdates singer y/n y/l/n on the track today! she looked so excited naw

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y/n_wifey so cute

f1_gfs she's legit me if I got to do this

lewis_wifey she's gonna steal my man 😫 they cute tho if it's true

Y/n_y/l/n

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Y/n_y/l/n

nobody:

me: nervously changing outfit 500 times

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y/n_stan

nobody:

Y/N: going on a date and receiving thousands of roses worth more than our lives combined

y/n_wifey is that a merc? girl this was definitely a date with Lewis

lewis_thegentleman this gotta be lewis 🥺 so cute

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celeb_news singer y/n y/l/n and Lewis Hamilton spotted arriving at the same restaurant in Bahrain last night

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y/n.is.life this better be a date or else 😐

danielricciardo so this is why Lewis didn't answer my calls 👀

y/n_stan and I oop ^

f1_gals who invited daniel into this comment section 😂 😂

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y/n_updates y/n's most recent story is pure spice 🔥

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y/n_wifey 🔥

f1_gals I guess we know how the date went 😂 😂

y/n_lewis they're breaking so many hearts with this 🔥

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user1 snapped this last night after Bahrain gp, I think it's y/n and Lewis... can someone pls confirm??

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f1_gals they were spotted earlier and looks like them so I'd say yes!!

lewishamilton confirmed

y/n_wifey AHHH ^^

y/n_lewis I think I just died and went to heaven 😲

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The Unspoken Words

Lewis Hamilton X Reader

Genre: idk man

Warnings: suggestive(?), angst(?)

Word Count: 1.4K+

Author's Note: idk what to think of this. I think the idea in my head was better than the actual product. honestly I'm just gonna put this up for now, but if it doesn't get like 200 notes in the next three days, then imma delete it.

update; it got 200+ notes in three days, so I guess it's staying up

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The unspoken words of an almost relationship;

“Just to be clear, we’re…”

“Friends,” you said calmly, with an all too knowing smile.

“Just stay for the night,”

“Just stay with me for a little longer tonight.” Lewis clings tightly to you, even if it’s only for a moment longer. One day, you won’t try to leave in the middle of the night, and Lewis hopes that day comes soon.

“We both know I shouldn’t do that.”

“No one will know,” Lewis says, as he pulls you closely to him in the bed. You can’t help but allow your eyes to close. Just for one more night, you’ll stay.

“No one has to know that you like being with me, I won’t tell anyone if that means you stay longer,” Lewis wants to say. He knows he’s getting attached; too attached.

“Congratulations on the podium,” you say, as you and him walk side by side towards the hotel elevators.

Lewis smirked, “Do you want to help me celebrate tonight?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you say as you begin to unbutton the blouse you were wearing.

“Lewis look at this,” you say, shoving your phone in his direction. At the worst timing ever you get a text notification from your partner back home.

“y/n,” Lewis says with a tone you can’t place.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re trying to say, “I’m sorry, that I fell in love with you when I’m already in a relationship with someone else. I’m sorry that I’m willing to hurt you to protect them.”

“I told you before, this is not something serious Lewis.”

“If I had met you first, If I had known you first, If you were here first, this wouldn’t be happening right now. I wish I waited for you, but now is too late,” you heart tries to free itself from your mind, but you refuse to allow it. Your mind keeps your heart locked away, to protect it from itself.

“Why can’t we change it to be serious?”

“Why can’t you let me love you? Let me love you out loud. Let me show you what it means to love and be loved. Let me be in love with you. Please.” Lewis wants nothing more than to love you, how you deserve to be loved. He would give anything in this moment to love you.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Lewis said, a few days after the initial fight.

“I will stop asking for more, If I can love you for a second more.” Lewis gives up on the possibility of something real. He gives up on loving you out loud. He lets go of something serious, if that means you will be with him for another second.

“It wasn’t a fight,” you offer him a smile, “it was a heated conversation”

“Thank you for not making me choose.”

“If that’s what you want to call it,” he says with a smile as well.

“It is what I want to call it.” It’s time to let him go, but you’re not ready.

“Let me pretend for a little longer, that this isn’t becoming serious.”

“Oh just like that,” you can’t help but moan out. You can hear Lewis scoff at you.

“I have to go,” you say to Lewis as he watches you pack your things. “Toto is sending me back to the factory.”

“For how long?”

“Just a couple weeks,” you smirk at Lewis, “I’ll be back.”

“I’m going to come back to you, because I’m not ready to let you go. I know it’s selfish for me to expect you to wait around for me. But that's what I want you to do. I want you to wait for me just a little longer. Wait for me just for a moment more. And then I’ll let you go.” It's about time you let Lewis go, you force him to stop loving you, but not right now. Not this exact moment. You want him to be yours for just one more second.

“Good.”

“I’m gonna extend my time at the factory,” you speak into the phone to Lewis.

“You said you were going to come back,”

“You told me you were going to be back, and I waited for you. I will wait for you; so long as you tell me you’re coming back. I will continue to wait for you, just tell you’re going to come back. That you’re going to come back to me. You tell me that, and I will wait. I will wait as long as it takes.” Lewis wants to wait, he wants to wait for you to come back to him.

“I am going to come back, just not as soon as I thought.”

“Wait for me, for a little longer. Please.”

“God, I missed you,” Lewis says, as he sees you waiting outside his hotel room. “When did you get here?”

“A few hours ago,” you say, revealing the luggage behind you.

“Let’s get inside,” Lewis opens the hotel room door for you.

“Oh this is perfect,” you praise.

“Just for you.”

“Everything I do is for you. I wait, I long, I live, I breathe for you. All I have done and will do, are for you. Because I love you. Because I am in love with you.” Lewis hopes that in another life he will get to say all the unspoken words of this moment to you.

“y/n, you’re getting a call,” Lewis calls to you, while you’re in the shower.

“Who is it?”

“It’s them.” He says it with the same tone that you can’t place.

“Why? Why do I do this to myself? Why do I continue to love you, when you don’t mind hurting me to protect them? How can you hurt me like this, again? How can you do this to me? Why do I let you do this to me?” Lewis knows that you aren’t willing to hurt them. He doesn’t understand why you continue to protect them. Maybe in another lifetime, you can hurt them to be with him.

“Oh,” you stop for a second, “just leave it. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Lewis says, as the two of you sit across from each other in the hotel room, half-dressed.

“I love you, but I don’t love this. I don’t love the secrets. I don’t love the pain. I don’t love how you’re not mine. I don’t love that you can hurt me easily. I don’t love that you met me second. I don’t love this. I love you.” Lewis thinks that in another lifetime, he won’t have to say all the unspoken words to you. He wants some unspoken words to remain unspoken.

“I know,” you say truthfully, “you want something serious.”

“You deserve something serious, and I wish I could do that for you, but I can’t.”

“And you’re trying to get away from something serious.”

“You told me. You told me you didn’t want this to be serious. I knew what I was getting myself into.”

“It was fun though.”

“I loved every minute with you. I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, but I would do it all again. I would put you through all the pain again, just to feel an ounce of your love. I’m being selfish again, but I love you too. In another life, find me first. Find me first, so that I can be with you first, so that this won’t ever happen again. In another life, let me meet you first.” In another life you want the unspoken words to remain unspoken, but you want to say all the unspoken feelings of this moment.

“If you change your mind about something serious, you can call me,” Lewis offers.

“Tell me to wait for you. Tell you’re going to come back to me. Tell me that, and I will wait. I will always wait for you, just tell me you’re going to come back to me. Just one more time, tell me you’re coming back and I will wait.” Lewis asks for you to give him hope. He wants you to give him hope that things can change.

“Don’t wait around for me, Lewis.”

“Now we’re just…” Lewis speaks up, when he sees you leaving the hotel.

“We’re just people that used to know each other,” you say, as the taxi to take you to the airport pulls up. “Goodbye Lewis.”

“Goodbye y/n.”

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It Gets Better

You are new to Mercedes. It's nice, then, to have Lewis Hamilton looking out for you. If you eventually want him with you more often than you should, well, that's nobody's business but your own.

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The lights are on. Crowds surge. Of all the people here wearing a Mercedes logo emblazoned on their chest, you think you’re the least likely candidate by far. The fans seem far more confident in their silver and black than you, but then again, they’re not the ones facing constant scrutiny by Sky Sports and the rest of the world alike.

It came as a surprise when Mercedes announced their second driver last year. You weren’t a newcomer to Formula One, having driven for a smaller team for the past year, but no one expected you of all people to have the sudden jump up to Mercedes. It’s certainly earned you a fair amount of criticism. The worst part is that you’re not entirely sure they’re wrong to question you.

After all, Mercedes has a legacy. Every detail of your new job down to your racing partner feels out of your league, but if Toto Wolff saw something in you, you trust the man enough to believe him. You’ve always had a dream of driving for a team even half as famous as Mercedes, so obviously this isn’t a punishment, but it does tend to rattle your nerves even more than usual.

The media sharks must smell blood in the water, because you’ve hardly taken a few steps into the paddock before reporters are brandishing microphones in your direction and screaming questions with every other breath. Cameras pick up your every movement, taking your startled response as proof that you’re not cut out for this.

You’re used to a strong media presence, of course; being a female driver in Formula One came with its share of aggressive commentators, but this is different. It was easier to brush you off when you weren’t in the limelight that much, but Mercedes is, well, Mercedes. It’s no surprise that they’d want to check your strengths before the weekend begins.

This is the first race of the season, your first shot to prove that you actually do deserve to carry the Mercedes banner with every lap. You do your best to answer the questions flung at you with a smile, but it’s starting to wear at the edges before you’ve even managed to make it to the Mercedes center on the paddock.

The reporters, sensing weakness, circle even closer. One steps in front of you, blocking off your forward motion in favor of getting an answer. “Most viewers seem doubtful of your ability to keep up with your teammate, Lewis Hamilton. Do you think you’ll be able to match him, or will you fall behind as expected?”

His blunt tone startles you, as does the lack of personal space due to the reporters jostling for a good shot of you. Before you can try and think of a suitable answer, however, someone pushes through the throngs of media to stand at your side.

Of all the saviors in the world, you have to say that you weren’t expecting the very same teammate that Sky Sports was grilling you about mere moments ago. Lewis looks just as cool as ever, his expression carefully controlled as he looks back at the reporters with faint amusement.

“As her teammate, I can say that everyone at Mercedes has the utmost faith in Y/N’s abilities. I would suggest that the rest of you get on board with that idea as well. I’d hate for you to fall behind in your reporting.”

You suppress a smile. The reporter was clearly expecting a different answer, and has to take a second or two to think of a followup question.

“What is it about Y/N that makes you think that? After all, this is her first race with the team. No one has seen her race in this car yet.”

Lewis lifts a shoulder. “No, but she’s been driving pretty well ever since she rose up to Formula One. We all believe in her, and that should be more than enough for you.”

Lewis starts to walk away and, not wanting to be left alone with the media, you follow him.

“Thanks,” you whisper once you’re out of earshot of the cameras.

Lewis dismisses this with a wave of hand. “Don’t worry about it. They’ve always been a pain, I wouldn’t let them take up too much of your mind.”

You nod slowly. “I’ll do my best.”

The two of you have reached the door of the Mercedes center by now, but you linger by the door.

“I meant what I said, by the way,” Lewis adds, “we do believe in you. You’re here for a reason. Might as well prove it, right?”

Someone calls his name inside, and Lewis disappears with a farewell wave. After a few moments, you do the same. The chill of the air conditioning billows around you, a relief compared to the morning heat outside. Lewis is already long gone, but you glance down the corridor after him anyway.

You didn’t think you’d be able to count on him this soon, but you can’t say that you mind it. You’ve met Lewis a few times over pre-season testing, but nothing too personal. Usually, the two of you show up to your strategy sessions, go over business, but never talk as actual friends. If today’s any sign of how things could go, you think you wouldn’t mind moving past that. If you didn’t know better, you’d say that Lewis thinks the same way.

As it turns out, Lewis was right to believe in you. The practice sessions and qualifying rounds aren’t much to speak of; they aren’t bad, to be sure, but nothing incredibly special. You’re ready to show the world what you’re made of, though, and when the lights go out, you take off with a phenomenal start that has even the gruffest commentators stunned.

You finish high up in the points, always a good thing, and when you climb out of your car when the race ends, Lewis is there to greet you with a grin.

“See?” He shouts to you over the roar of the crowd, “What did I say?”

Your response is a laugh. Lewis slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a quick hug before the two of you jog off to celebrate with your team. All in all, not the worst start to your season. No, not bad at all.

The next few races go the exact same way. You stay in the points, and then you’re on the podium again and again. Fifth and fourth place are left behind, replaced by third, even second. You get to know the cooldown room like the back of your hand, and those creeping feelings of self-doubt become more and more foreign to you.

That doesn’t mean your drive to improve has lessened. If anything, it’s become even stronger. You know how hard it is to win a race at this level of motorsport; most of the time, it takes drivers years to claim their first victory, if they ever make it to that point at all. What you’re doing right now is incredible, what with all your spots on the podium, but you want more. You want that race win, and you’re going to do whatever it takes to get it.

The only thing you can do is get better, and get better as fast as you can. You spend more and more time in the gym, working out until your entire body aches. You stay late after strategy sessions to make sure you understand everything, you grow to know your race engineers like your own family. Anything to make that difference, to make it to a place when you can finally take your first win.

It’s not getting to the point where the extra work is taking a toll on you, but you know people are watching you cautiously, waiting for you to break. You ignore them; let’s see how they talk when all this struggle makes a difference. You spend more and more time in the simulator, trying to shave off seconds.

Tonight is another one of those late sessions. You’ve been going over circuit after circuit, lap after lap, anything to make the high speeds feel more under your control. You complete yet another round and get ready for the next when someone taps your shoulder.

When you look up, you’re surprised to see your race partner standing by your side. He gestures to his watch, then glances around at the Mercedes staff lingering in the simulation room. Lewis is as polite as ever, but you get his message nonetheless. It’s time to clear out.

Now that he’s drawn your attention to it, you realize that the hour has grown far later than you expected. “Sorry, guys,” you call out, “I’m done for the night, I swear.”

You hear a few chuckles, and head out after saying your goodbyes to the rest of your team. You make sure to thank them profusely; one consequence of you trying to work more hours is that some have to stay late too, which isn’t what you wanted.

Out of the training room and in the empty hallways, you feel the weight of all those hours building up. You drag a tired hand over your face, flashing a grateful look Lewis’ way.

“Thanks for the reminder to check out,” you say, “I thought it was much earlier.”

Lewis’ expression is thoughtful. “Trying to work hard isn’t a problem, I just want to make sure you’re not working too hard. You’re a good driver, Y/N. Right now, one of the biggest threats to your career is burnout.”

You shake your head. “No, the biggest issue is if I can’t win a race. Mercedes is only going to want me around so long, I need to prove that I deserve to be here.”

Lewis frowns, then pulls you aside, forcing both of you to stop walking so you have to focus on him. “That’s not true in the slightest,” he counters, “you’ve already proven enough, trust me. No one expected half as many podiums as you’ve already managed to get. Everyone here thinks the world of you.”

He smiles somewhat self-consciously as he says it, and you get the feeling that Lewis isn’t just talking about general team members when he mentions Mercedes’ belief in you.

You sigh. “I know, but getting this race win is important. It’ll be the sign I need to finally relax.”

Lewis chuckles. “I don’t think you could ever truly relax, but yeah, I get it. Just lay off a little, alright? I don’t want you exhausting yourself. You already have the ability to win, Y/N. You just need the right chance to show everyone else that.”

You nod. “I’ll try.”

“I know you will,” Lewis says, and for some reason that’s enough to convince you to lay down the last of your stress. You walk out of that building feeling far more peaceful than you have in a while.

Your next chance comes sooner than expected. Race weekends always seem to fly by, and before you know it, you’re halfway through the season. You walk into the paddock for another race, and this time, you get the feeling that this is it, this is your time. Maybe Lewis was right. Maybe this is where you make that difference.

You get to see your teammate on camera before the race, as both of you are grouped together for pre-race press conferences. You keep up your appearance of control, taught to you by months of fielding questions, and you do your best not to let anything faze you.

Of course, that’s easier said than done, but you’d say that you’re doing a pretty good job of it this time. Perhaps that’s because you have someone you trust sitting by your side, a quiet reminder that you can get through anything.

Towards the end of the press conference, Lewis gets a question about you. This isn’t uncommon; most journalists like to ask the two of you about each other, hoping to pick up on some sort of tension that they can spin into a story about another year with Mercedes drivers despising each other. They’re usually let down by the fact that you and Lewis don’t hate each other, not in the slightest.

“Lewis,” the reporter calls out, “in the beginning of the year, you said that everyone at Mercedes approved of your new teammate. Do you think that’s still true, and do you believe the rumors that Y/N will be switching over to a new team for the upcoming season?”

Lewis doesn’t have to turn to you to answer. Both of you have laughed over the team switch rumors many times before. They’re all ridiculous. As if you would leave Mercedes after fighting so hard to get here. As if you would leave this team. As if you could find a single place where you could belong even half as much.

“I still stand by Y/N, if that’s what you’re asking,” Lewis says pleasantly, “and no, I don’t think the rumors are true.”

Lewis reaches for his water bottle, ready for another question, but the reporter isn’t willing to give up quite so early.

“Why?” The reporter presses, “do you know something to win her over in your eyes that we don’t?”

This time Lewis does look at you. He leans over, stretching his arm around your shoulders in as clear a display of camaraderie as you’ve ever seen.

“I know that she’s my partner,” Lewis replies simply, “and that is all I need to believe in her.”

You think you might drown in the depths of your mind were it not for Lewis’ grip on your shoulder, pulling you back to reality. He has always been your anchor, time and time again, even against the force of his own charm. You want to find the scared woman you’d been at the beginning of the season and tell her that everything is going to be alright. He’s convinced you of it at last.

That conference certainly sets off a round or two of whispering, but neither you nor Lewis let it affect you during the race. Qualifying finds you at P3, certainly not half bad at all. You have a brief moment to chat with your teammate in between the buzz of Mercedes backstage, and both of you congratulate each other on good quali results.

“This is your chance,” Lewis calls to you as he leaves.

You raise a hand in both farewell and strong acknowledgement. You can feel it thrumming in your bones as you head to your car the day of the race, the howling of it in your blood as you settle into your seat. Lights are off, and you are going to win this race. This is it.

Formula One is a tricky sport. Guarantees are impossible; at any moment, a parts failure or crash could turn a winning streak into a DNF. Still, you somehow know from the moment you start off that this is going to be your first victory. Through the hairpin turns, you feel it. Passing Charles and gaining P2, you taste it. Succeeding in a difficult overtake against Max to claim P1, it is within your grasp.

You blink your eyes and you’re across that line, your race engineer screaming across your radio that you’ve done it. Y/N L/N, you are a Formula One race winner. The feeling is like nothing else. You’ve won races before in your history of motorsport, obviously, but this is something altogether different. This is what it feels like to finally come out on top. It is absolutely marvelous.

Your team is just as thrilled as you. Running over to them, you feel yourself lifted in the air by dozens of hands, your hearing shot to bits by the screams of hundreds of people. You’re yelling too, you think. You aren’t aware of it until now, when your breathing is finally back to normal.

You glance around for Lewis but can’t make him out in the swarming crowds. You ask a nearby engineer what happened to him during the race, and discover that Lewis managed to fight it out for a final P2 result. Toto is thrilled, a Mercedes 1-2 finish.

“He was following you the whole time,” the engineer shouts, “said something over the radio about you being his guide. He was right behind you with every overtake.”

You spin in a slow circle, and at last you see him. Lewis is leaning against the door to the garage, separated from the crowds so he can get a better view. His gaze meets yours across the tumult, and despite the thunderous shouting from the spectators and your own team, you swear you can only hear the pounding of your heart in your ears.

You murmur something about heading to the cooldown room, then leave without another word. You can feel people reaching out to you, trying to say something, but you don’t stop, not for a second. Soon enough, you’re away from the crowds, ducking down a hallway, trying to find him.

Footsteps sound behind you. You turn and Lewis is there, grin as bright as the sun. He’s laughing, shouting something about how he knew this was going to happen. The two of you meet in the middle of the hall, and that is where you make your first mistake of the day.

Looking back on it, you don’t know what either of you expected. Thanks to the 1-2 finish, both of you were high on adrenaline and joy like nothing else, feeling so unbeatable that you could do anything, and so you did. Lewis reached for you, pulling you close just like he always did, but instead of embracing him back, you kissed him.

It was not supposed to happen. It did. In the end, it was just as inevitable as your first race win. You and Lewis were spiraling towards that point from the moment you met. The only change you could have made was not if the kiss would happen, but when.

All of this runs through your head in about half a heartbeat. Just as quickly as you kiss him, you break away. The exhilaration leaves you in a rush, replaced by a cold, creeping dread that you might have ruined everything with the only person to truly care about you outside of a car.

You turn and leave before you have to look at Lewis’ face and register the disappointment that must be there. Your steps are quick, hastening when you hear him calling after you. You hurry into your driver’s room, your mind a mess.

Lewis follows you in. You still can’t bear to look at him, and direct your words towards the stretch of wall in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, fighting to keep your voice steady, “I shouldn’t have done it. Can we just pretend that nothing happened? Please?”

“I don’t want that,” Lewis responds.

You pivot slowly. His face is calm, his hand on the door, sliding it shut with a click.

“I don’t want that,” he repeats, “because I don’t want to go back to what we were doing before. I want you, Y/N. Only you.”

There’s a look in his eyes, one you’ve seen before. It’s the same sort of expression he wears when he wins a race, a championship, every challenge set before him. It occurs to you now that Lewis Hamilton is the sort of man who fights for what he wants and gets it. If what he wants is you, then no amount of pretending will keep the two of you as mere friends. He knows you feel the same way.

This time, the kiss is slower. Neither of you have any reason to run. You had thought that nothing could beat that feeling of winning in Formula One for the first time, but this, this might even top that victory.

Even after it ends, the two of you stay there, hands pressed against chests and backs, breathing in and out in unison. You wonder how long you would have lingered there still were it not for one of the engineers knocking on your door, startling you half out of your skin and announcing that it’s time for you to head to the podium.

You laugh at the irritated look on Lewis’ face, then shout back to your engineer that you’ll be there in a moment.

“Later,” you whisper back to Lewis, and even though he still looks annoyed at the interruption, he manages to stow it long enough to lead you back to the door. Celebrations await. The good part has only just begun.

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