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Hair ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Summary: lando likes when y/n plays with his hair. only y/n.

༯ ln x reader ✮⋆˙

༯ fluff ✮⋆˙

masterlist ☾☼

y/n loved his curly hair. it was her favourite part of him. the curls that would fall on his forehead, and that would reach his nape where she’d always wrap her fingers around when they kissed. it brought her peace. it brought her comfort. it made her feel loved.

with the 2024 season over, and a few months before 2025, their entire group, or rather, lando’s friends had all planned a trip around the world, and she was his plus one.

it helped that everyone liked her.

almost everyone.

lando’s ex girlfriend, though they’d only hooked up now and then, and were never exactly dating, it was still easier to say “ex girlfriend”, was a mutual friend, and a part of the friend group. so, of course she was coming on the trip as well.

lando was civil and respectful with her. y/n had seen it. and, she trusted him too. she knew he wouldn’t do anything stupid, if not for the love he had for her, then the fear he had of her. it just made her love him more.

lando’s ex girlfriend noticed everything. she didn’t want to. she wanted to enjoy her own vacation. but she didn’t miss the way lando insisted on carrying his girlfriend’s bag, or buying her cute little stuff, or always holding her close. she didn’t miss the way lando demanded they click cheesy, couple pictures, and was kissing her every so often, and keeping her wrapped in his arms.

he spent time with the boys as well. of course, he did. yet somehow, he always gravitated back towards his girlfriend, like if she wasn’t around him, he was losing oxygen.

she had noticed how his girlfriend had a ring on her ring finger that lando always played around with, as if he’s dreaming of their future, how his girlfriend touches his face so often, how she comes up with fun ideas for the boys to do, and plays around with hats and glasses, dressing lando up and taking pictures. she noticed how lando always followed without hesitation if she ever wanted a picture.

she noticed how lando’s girlfriend played with his hair all the time.

lando’s ex girlfriend couldn’t understand why. lando hated having his hair touched. he hated it when someone ran their fingers through his hair or just held onto them and pulled a little during sex. his hair, somehow, was always off limits to touch, to feel, to experience.

it was when the entire group had had lunch in a park somewhere, sitting on blankets laid out over the grass, and food containers every where that she finally had the courage.

lando laughed with everyone, making jokes and teasing and laughing. the stayed laying against his girlfriend, his head against her chest, as she sat. no one said anything, no one teased him. it baffled his ex girlfriend on how that was possible.

what confused her even more was the fact that his girlfriend was picking out flowers from around them and setting them in his hair. just adding all the fallen flowers into his hair, running her fingers through his hair, wrapping her finger around his curls, touching his hair. why was she touching his hair?

it was when the boys had fallen asleep, and almost everyone had fallen asleep except a few that his ex girlfriend finally said. no one was paying attention to them, no one was listening to them, so it didn’t hurt to say.

“y’know he doesn’t like getting his hair played with,” she said.

y/n looked up in surprise, her hand freezing in his mass of curls. “really?”

“yeah. i was never allowed to touch his hair before.” she didn’t know why she said it. she wasn’t jealous of y/n. she was happy for lando, she truly was.

“oh. i don’t know, i’ve always played with his hair and he hasn’t said a thing to me about it.”

“always?”

“yeah,” y/n shrugged. “it was during one of our first few dates and we’d ended up lying on the couch, watching a movie. we’d both had tiring days, and we just wanted to be together at that time. i was playing with his hair, he didn’t say anything, and i continued,”

“that’s never happened with me before. he’d get so mad every time i tried to touch his hair,”

“i think it could have a lot to do with how his hair makes me feel? i don’t know. i never found it an issue,”

sometime during the conversation, y/n’s hand wasn’t touching his hair, wasn’t caressing it. lando stirred, muttering a soft, “baby, hair.”

it made y/n smile, that he needed her to keep her hand in his hair, and that it wasn’t something he allowed her do.

his ex girlfriend watched the whole interaction, though, small. she watched y/n’s face lighting up, and running her fingers through his hair again. she watched as lando’s face relaxed, even in sleep.

“he really loves you,” she whispered.

y/n smiled at her, “yeah, i think so. good thing i love him too, huh?”

she chuckled, “yeah, good thing, definitely. i’ve never seen him like this. i suppose that was the difference between the two of you and whatever happened between him and me.”

y/n didn’t respond. she stared at lando’s sleeping face in her lap, his arms wrapped around her hips, and her hand in his hair.

oh how loved she felt in that moment.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

okay, i kinda hate this, but i wrote it so i decided to post it! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

Thanks to @lillacisbored I found it!!! My queen forever 🙏🏼

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ chivalry isn’t dead! [wag edition!]

hey, it’s not like you wanted these girls to end up in these situations, you just happened to be there!

content warning; again, not much, you’re hella cool here though 🫡.

summary; ferrari reserve driver y/n strikes again with her chivalrous ways but with a lil’ twist! featuring the wags!

here’s part one, lovers!

It all started innocently enough—or so you’d claim if anyone ever asked.

You weren’t out here trying to put the grid to shame or steal anyone’s thunder. But when you saw that the boyfriends of the WAGs couldn’t be bothered to step up, you figured someone had to. And hey, if that someone happened to be you? So be it.

The first incident happened during the Monaco GP.

You were at a post-qualifying dinner, mingling with drivers and their partners. Kika, Pierre girlfriend, was struggling to take a picture of the group because Pierre, like the rest of the boys, was too busy comparing lap times. You noticed her dilemma and quickly stepped in.

“Want me to take it?” you asked, smiling.

“Oh, that’d be amazing, thank you!” Kika handed you her phone, and you crouched to find the best angle.

“Alright, everyone, squeeze in! And Pierre, stop pretending you’re taller than Lando,” you teased, earning laughs all around. After a few shots, Kika peeked over your shoulder and beamed.

“These are perfect! You’re a pro at this.”

“Just call me Ferrari’s unofficial photographer,” you joked, handing her phone back.

—

The second moment was a bit more… dramatic.

You were at Silverstone, where Alexandra,, Charles’ girlfriend, accidentally spilled her drink on her white pants during a VIP meet-and-greet. Charles was off giving interviews, and Alexandra looked mortified, dabbing at the stain with a napkin.

Without a word, you grabbed your Ferrari jacket from your chair and draped it over her waist.

“There. Crisis averted.”

Alexandra looked at you with wide eyes. “You didn’t have to—”

“It’s just a jacket,” you said with a shrug. “Besides, it suits you better.”

The press caught a picture of the moment, and the internet had a field day. #MsStealYourGirl started trending on Twitter, much to Charles’ amusement.

—

Things escalated in Austin.

Carmen, George’s girlfriend, was trying to find her way back to the paddock after wandering into the crowded fan zone. George was on track, and Carmen looked visibly flustered.

You were passing by when you spotted her. “Carmen, you good?”

“I think I got a little lost,” she admitted sheepishly.

Offering your arm, you grinned. “Come on, I’ll walk you back. Can’t have Mercedes losing their queen, can we?”

Fans caught the two of you walking arm-in-arm, laughing as you led her safely to the paddock. George later treated you to dinner.

—

The most talked-about moment, however, was in Abu Dhabi.

During the final afterparty of the season, you found yourself at the bar, chatting with some engineers, when you noticed Rebecca Donaldson trying to navigate the crowded dance floor in towering heels. Carlos was nowhere in sight, probably caught up in Ferrari’s celebrations.

“Careful there,” you said, steadying her when she stumbled slightly.

Rebecca smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Y/N. These shoes aren’t made for this.”

“Let me guess—Carlos picked them out?” you teased, earning a laugh.

“No, this was all me. Bad decision, though.”

“Here, take my seat. I’ll grab another,” you offered, guiding her to your spot at the bar. She gave you a look of pure gratitude.

“You’re too sweet.”

“Just doing my part,” you said with a wink.

—

By the end of the season, the WAGs were singing your praises. You’d become their unofficial knight in shining armor, the one they could count on when their boyfriends were too distracted by racing.

The drivers, meanwhile, took it all in stride—mostly.

“Alright, Y/N, enough with the heroics,” Pierre joked one day. “You’re making us look bad.”

“Maybe step up your game, Gasly,” you shot back with a smirk.

But honestly? You weren’t trying to show anyone up. You were just being you.

And if that meant stealing the hearts of every WAG on the grid? Well, you weren’t complaining.

can y’all tell i tried not to be borderline flirty? lol, you a gentleman, for real 🙂‍↔️✋🏻.

i’ve been in an insane writer’s block for the past few days, i’m rolling in bed like a maniac every other day, lol.

also, god bless women just because, the lily’s are definitely my fav wags (,,>ヮ<,,)!

anyways, pls enjoy!!

also, i have another version of this featuring y’all’s favourite, mr norris (which i contemplate to post at the moment).

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?

leclerc brothers x male!fashion designer!brother!reader (lewis hamilton x male!reader)

request: Okay so leclerc male reader who's lorenzo's twin brother that got a job as soon as he could so that he could support arthurs career when his parents could only focus on one child, meets lewis hamilton at some point at a charity event after his business has really taken off and they get to talking and going on dates before the media finds out their meeting at cafes via blury photo and start thinking that their partnering to release a new clothing line or charity they thought up together before they find them again via another blury photo that shows them kissing and the media just goes wild, Arthur had already suspected, Charles is kinda hurt you didn't tell him and Lorenzo is all like 'good for him' so yeah dont know if you'll actually write this seeing as this isn't like the things i've seen you post before. –🍑

summary: the leclerc brothers find out about your secret boyfriend—at the same time everyone else does

warnings: reader + lewis are outed by a gossip page, charles is not happy that reader didn't tell him, very brief mention of climate change, mild stalker/loser!lewis, very very mild online hate, minor allusions to brocedes + sebcedes, charles bullying lewis at the end, half-written / half-smau!!

as much as your maman and papa tried to hide it from you, you still noticed the signs when they started struggling for money. having two kids in karting was expensive. you knew that even at the ripe age of fifteen. arthur, your baby brother, had just started karting. you knew your parents would have to stop one of them, and they'd almost certainly choose him.

so you took it upon yourself to make sure arthur could continue.

at first it was just odd jobs around the neighbourhood—changing light bulbs, walking dogs, unclogging shower drains ... all the little things people didn't really want to do themselves and didn't want to pay a professional a high rate for.

when you turned sixteen, you dropped out of school. without telling your parents. they weren't happy at first, but once you got a job at a local mid-size fashion label as the ceo's assistant ... well, it was difficult to be mad at you when you were clearly capable of making the decision for yourself.

the business itself wasn't terrible. the ceo was just incompetent. you ended up doing most of his work to keep the company running. after your eighteenth birthday, you quit and started your own career as a fashion designer specializing in sustainable clothing. your eye for detail and obvious work ethic, along with a bit of luck, skyrocketed you into being one of the most well-known brands on the globe. you had your fair share of people saying you had no idea what you were doing. mostly because you remained committed to the ideal of sustainable fashion no matter how big your company became.

the first decade was exciting and fast-paced. every year you became more of a household name. every year you made at least a bit of a difference in the fight against climate change.

your company officially sponsored arthur's career. charles was a very enthusiastic ambassador. lorenzo's business was heavily linked with yours. it was good. even after your papa died, your business allowed you to look after your maman. no matter how much she tried to refuse your help.

as you approached your thirtieth birthday, you began thinking about settling down. your maman knew you were attracted to men. you hadn't told your brothers yet. another week passes. another charity event on the books.

how were you to know it would change everything?

lewis had been following you since your sophomore line was released.

he admired your commitment to your values. you could've made a lot more money if you'd abandoned sustainability and mass-produced. you didn't let the endless questions and critic faze you. in that way, you almost felt like a kindred spirit.

and, yes—maybe the fact that you were really cute played a little factor in his interest.

it had taken lewis years to work up the nerve to ask his agent to get him on the list for one of your company's charity events. he didn't even know if you'd be there. he just knew it was probably his best chance at 'casually' running into you. he'd tried a few times at the monaco grand prix every year, but no dice.

finally, he got an invitation to one of your events.

lewis would take it to his grave that he'd called sebastian vettel in a panic immediately afterwards because he didn't know what to wear.

as stressful (and embarrassing) as the lead-up had been, he wouldn't trade any of it when your eyes locked on his and you visibly checked him out. his heart beat loud and fast in his ears. he was a formula one driver, and yet that may have been the most intense experience he'd ever had.

for six years after your little meet-cute, you and lewis managed to keep your meeting and subsequent relationship secret.

it was easy, really. you both lived in monaco. as long as you were careful, nobody suspected anything. of course, your mother knew, but only because she'd seen lewis leaving your apartment one mornings with hickeys all over his neck and a slight limp. you hadn't been able to look her in the eye for a whole week.

everything was good.

with lewis moving to ferrari, you knew it was time to tell your brothers. you just wanted to drop a few hints first to see how open they were to the idea.

lewishamilton has posted a story!

written: youruser after telling a bad joke

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user1 excuse me?? sir???

user2 is this a hard launch?

youruser it was not a bad joke!!!

lewishamilton yes it was x

youruser you just have a bad sense of humour x

charles_leclerc how do you know my brother?

lewishamilton we met at a charity event a few years ago!

charles_leclerc okay ...

arthur_leclerc 🤨

youruser has posted a story!

written: lewishamilton 5 hours after telling me it'd be a quick chat 🙄

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user3 i can't tell if this is a soft launch or a business meeting

leclerc_pascale hope you had fun, mon chou x

youruser i did! thank you, maman x

coworker oh i see why he's your favourite client now

lorenzo_tl tell him hi from your favourite twin brother

youruser you're my only twin brother

lorenzo_tl and so i must be the favourite!

youruser and the least favourite

lorenzo_tl rude

charles_leclerc are you and lewis working on something together?

youruser why?

charles_leclerc i just don't understand why you're hanging out with him all of a sudden

youruser we're friends. he's been to a few of my company's charity events.

arthur_leclerc 🤨

youruser may i help you

arthur_leclerc non, i am just observing

youruser you're observing very loudly

arthur_leclerc 😁

user4 omg i didn't know there was a fourth leclerc brother!

your brothers were nothing if not predictable.

arthur, despite you contributing a not-insignificant sum to his career, was just as smug and nosy as any other little brother. he was making his suspicions about you and lewis very well known to the both of you. you loved him, but arthur was physically incapable of keeping his mouth shut.

lorenzo either didn't care or he was beyond oblivious. but he was your twin brother, so you were going to assume he just didn't care that you were gay.

charles was ... well, he was charles. somehow oblivious and suspicious at the same time. he'd seemed quite off put by you and lewis spending time together publicly, but he hadn't ever questioned your line of working on a project together.

everything was good.

until it wasn't.

f1gossip

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f1gossip 7x WDC LEWIS HAMILTON SECRETLY GAY???

leaked photos have emerged of the mercedes driver being quite intimate with future teammate charles leclerc's older brother!

what do you think of this?

tagged lewishamilton, youruser

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user5 OMG

user6 WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS??

user7 i think this is a massive invasion of their privacy! liked by lorenzo_tl, valtteribottas, and others

user8 gross

user9 lewis could do better

user10 Y/N could do better tf

user11 or, hear me out, they're happy with each other? why is your instinct to hate other peoples happiness? liked by lewishamilton, youruser, and others

charles_leclerc WHAT

user12 something tells me charles didn't know

user13 you don't say

"lew, baby?" you called out, a little stressed.

you were still in bed. lewis got up at an ungodly hour to train, so you usually woke up to an empty bed. it didn't bother you. you knew he always came home. though, you always insisted on lewis waking you up before he left for a grand prix. just for the peace of mind.

"you're awake," lewis greeted, flopping down on the bed beside you. "sleep well?"

you hummed, pressing a kiss to his forehead briefly before turning your phone screen to face him. "yeah, until this."

"oh."

"yeah."

lewis sighed, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. "and your brothers?"

"arthur and lorenzo seem pretty chill," you murmured. "charles, on the other hand ..."

*incoming audio call*

charles: why didn't you tell me?

you: i meant to, charles, it ... it came out before i was ready

charles: oh.

you: look, lewis and i met at an event in 2018. i didn't lie about that.

charles: the way you phrased that makes it sound like you lied about something else.

you: ... we got together in 2021.

charles: that's three years ago! why didn't you tell me, y/n?

you: at the time, i figured lewis was only ever going to be your rival on track and i didn't want you to get mad at me for befriending your competition.

charles: then why didn't you tell me when it was announced that he was coming to ferrari?

you: i was trying to! lew and i started dropping hints right after the news got leaked.

charles: why not just say it?

you: i didn't know how you'd react.

charles: right.

charles: did anyone else know?

you: only maman. and maybe lorenzo, but i didn't tell him.

charles: you promise i wasn't the only one?

you: yes, charles.

charles: okay ... so you'll bring roscoe for a playdate with leo, yes?

you laughed. how could you not?

one second your brother was angry and hurt, the next he was planning a way for his puppy to meet your boyfriend's dog.

you: i'll see what i can do.

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youruser boyfriend ❤️

tagged: lewishamilton

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user14 lewy/n confirmation?????

user15 babe there are literally photos of them kissing??

user14 user15 WHAT?!?!?!!!!?!??

user16 lmao at nico in the likes liked by youruser

user17 i can't tell if he'd be happy that lewis is y/n's problem now or if he's bitter that y/n stole his wife

youruser lewishamilton you did not tell me you were married? liked by sebastianvettel, nicorosberg, and others

lewishamilton youruser 😐😑😐

youruser lewishamilton 😁❤️

lewishamilton boyfriend ❤️

youruser love you baby x

user18 crying they're so cute 😭

user19 they're already at the l word?? how long have they been together??

user20 "thank you y/n for the boyfriend!lewis content" we all say

oscarpiastri does this mean i have another ... uncle?

charles_leclerc more like GRANDPA

lewishamilton charles_leclerc i am literally only 12 years older than you??

charles_leclerc you practically cradle-robbed my brother!!!!

youruser charles_leclerc charles i'm closer in age to lewis than i am to you? and we met when i was 30?

oscarpiastri ...

scuderiaferrari taking the leclerc-hamilton pairing to a whole new level 💪

charles_leclerc youruser you cannot become a hamilton

youruser charles_leclerc i don't think that's really your decision??

lewishamilton youruser does this mean i can take your last name?

youruser lewishamilton i mean yeah if you wanna

charles_leclerc wait no

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CACKLING

would you maybe write an smau (oscar x norris or leclerc!reader) where the reader is just super clumsy and everyone makes fun of that?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SUCH A KLUTZ ! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

pairing. oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

summary. in which reader can’t walk straight to save her life and formula fans (as well as some of the drivers) find it extremely amusing, while her boyfriend is the greenest flag of all time.

yourusername

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yourusername rumour has it that the best couple on grid is enjoying the summer break and the rumors are TRUE! though it is also said that the girl in third slide fell off the scooter and got a concussion so her boyfriend took her phone away for three days — this may or may not be true!

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user1 oscar is so whipped the guy is the first like whenever she posts something 😭😭

user2 i know ehic isnt a thing in monaco unfortunately but my other european girlies please remember to get yourself an ehic card if you travel across europe it can save you a lot of nerves if you injury yourself on vacay 😭😭😭

priniya european girlies always remember to have a valid european health insurance card! <3

oscarpiastri she might say its not true but it is 👎👎 the girl almost gave me a heart attack

landonorris yourusername someone should lock you up because at this rate youre gonna hurt yourself by breathing

yourusername im having a brat summer ☹️

arthur_leclerc dont think its how it works lutin

francisca.cgomes rumour has it that she didn’t take her girlfriend with her to her trip

lilymhe rumour has it that she broke her other girlfriend’s heart

yourusername NOOOO IM SORRY 😭😭😭 LET ME MAKE IT UP WHEN THE BREAK ENDS

marverstappen1 girl how do you even function with that clumsy brain of yours?

yourusername kellypiquet please tell p that max is making fun of me because i got hurt

kellypiquet she’s making you a card rn

maxverstappen1 our house turned into a glitterlandia because of that card

yourusername I LOVE HER SO MUCH

user3 i honestly cant wait for the pyn reunion in zandvoort 🥹🥹🥹

yourusername same shes my true one 👊👊

charles_leclerc oscarpiastri take your aussie hands off my baby sister or ill crash into you in zandvoort 😁

charles_leclerc for legal purpose this may or may not be a joke

yourusername crash into him and i’ll do something worse than have his hands on me and make you watch

francisca.cgomes

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francisca.cgomes a girls night gone wrong…

— tagged alexandrasaintmleux, yourusername

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user4 i bet my LIFE that yn had to go to the er 😭😭😭

pierregasly THIS is what you meant by a surprise??????

francisca.cgomes surprise . . . 😦

alexandrasaintmleux it was fun while it lasted . . .

user5 WHY DOES THE COMMENTS SEEM LIKE YN DIED WHERE IS HER COMMENT

user6 yn rn 💀🪦🪦

user7 you are not funny! hope that helps ❤️

charles_leclerc girl where is my sister 😭😭😭😭

yourusername WHY ARE YALL ACTING LIKE I DIED?????

user8 SHES ALIVE YOU GUYS

oscarpiastri kika you were supposed to bring her back in one piece?

francisca.cgomes sorry it was not my fault

francisca.cgomes literally not my fault this time a guy bumped into her shoulder and she fell 😭😭😭

yourusername i sprained my ankle :(

alexandrasaintmleux we still love you 🫶

user9 ngl i would give my leg to be a part of this friendship

user10 same

landonorris petition to keep yourusername locked in a cage

user11 😧😧😧

yourusername you gotta catch me first 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

pierregasly i second this

lilymhe i third

alexandrasaintmleux ily yn but i fourth ☹️

twitter !

user13 WHEN ITS GONNA BE MY TURN???

user14 i need an oscar in my life but idk if i wanna be yn 😭

user15 you r so real for that oomf

user16 ngl i wish i could be oscar to be with yn

user17 god just knew that if she made yn flawless she would be too much for mortals

user18 she ?

user17 god is a woman and her name is pascale leclerc 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user19 LMAO

lando.jpg

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lando.jpg never accept an invitation from yourusername for a dinner at her house because there’s a 100% chance she’s gonna burn herself while making you food

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oscarpiastri shouldnt have invited YOU

lando.jpg ??? MEAN ???

oscarpiastri dont make fun of my clumsy girlfriend

yourusername when he’s protective ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

yourusername i burnt myself while YOU ALL WERE LAUGHING

user20 oscar was laughing too?😭

arthur_leclerc he was glaring at everyone laughing while looking after yn

user21 oscar is the bestest boyfriend possible i need an oscar in my life

user22 yourusername can you fight?

yourusername i have three older brothers, go figure it out

user22 (｡•́︿•̀｡)

charles_leclerc cant believe they didn’t invite ME and they invited YOU

arthur_leclerc she invited me and enzo LOL

user23 lando.jpg comeback to make fun of oscars gf 😭😭😭

charles_leclerc SHE WAS MY SISTER FIRST

user24 yn is a klutz first human second

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiasti a few things that summer break gave me: a dog (yes, i’m officially a dog dad), relaxing time with my friends n family, a fiancée and lots of headaches due to the clumsiness of my gorgeous fiancée.

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yourusername i love youuuuuu

hattiepiastri THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT???

hattiepiastri yourusername YOURE MARRYING MY BROTHER????

hattiepiastri HOW DID THAT HAPPEN??

yourusername i flipped a coin

georgerussell63 it probably hit you in the face too, no?

user25 IMAGINE THE FAMILY GATHERINGS???

user26 hold on is oscar gonna go there as charles’ son or yn’s throphy husband??

user27 the family dynamics must be crazy??? because wdym his girlfriend’s brother ADOPTED him??

oscarpiasti fiancee’s*

user27 oh hes not playing

user28 this gon be soooo awkward at the family dinner

yourusername BURN THE PAPERS charles_leclerc HES MINE NOW

charles_leclerc HE WAS MINE FIRST

nicolepiastri i’m pretty sure he was mine first 🥰

pascale_leclerc now we have to share children nicolepiastri

landonorris love you guys but you shouldn’t have a wedding because with yns abilities she might turn the party into a funeral

mclaren so glad to have yn in the mclaren family! 🧡

user29 engagement this engagement that we KNEW you would tie the knot sooner or later WHAT IS THE DOGS NAME 🗣️🗣️🗣️

oscarpiastri pepper :)

user30 yn and lorenzo both engaged in 2024?? leclerc siblings are going STRONG

lewishamilton congratulations to you guys 💚💚

sebastianvettel lots of love and patience with that one, oscar :)

user31 not the girls not congratulating oscyn… fake friends?

user32 gtfo they prob knew abt it already and congratulated them IN PERSON and not in instagram photo comments

francocolapinto lost my chance 😞😔😭😭😢

user33 LMAOOO??? bro saw her at ONE (1) race and fell in love

user34 honestly cant blame him

user35 pls never media train him

yourusername pls franco never change 🫶

pierregasly pls dont elope i need that free food

yukitsunoda0511 dude youre a MILLIONAIRE?

pierregasly dude gtfo

yukitsunoda0511 if i were them i would elope just to spite you

oscarpiastri dont give yn any ideas pls

yourusername no eloping for us i need my brothers to walk me down the aisle 😁😁😁

georgerussell63 to make sure you don’t trip over the dress?

yourusername youre officially uninvited 👎

user36 SHE WANTS CHARLES ENZO AND ARTHUR WALKING HER DOWN THE AISLE??? OH IM GONNA KILL MYSELF

monaco yacht club

pairing: kimi räikkönen x reader

summary: the iceman didn't think love was in the cards this summer, but he's proven wrong when it walks right onto his yacht, the iceman.

a/n: monaco 2006 you will always be famous xx

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

You had precisely three things on your summer checklist (well, it was only May, but these things were a technicality):

Get a tan.

Find your sea legs.

Avoid boring men in polo shirts.

So when you sashayed down the Monaco marina in your oversized sunglasses and silk scarf blowing dramatically in the sea breeze, you were convinced life was going exactly to plan. Until it wasn't. Because, apparently, you got on the wrong yacht.

"I don't remember hiring a crew," a voice said, low and unimpressed, behind you.

You turned around from where you were sprawled dramatically across the cushioned sunbed, sipping sparkling water and admiring your own pedicure.

And there he was: tall, sun-drenched, and scowling at you like you'd committed a federal crime instead of simply boarding what you thought was your family's boat.

"You're not wearing shoes," you pointed out, lifting your sunglasses just enough to glare at him properly.

"You're not supposed to be here," he replied coolly.

"I'm always supposed to be wherever I am," you said, standing now, a little flustered, a little thrilled. Who was this little boy? Well, not boy. He was certainly a man in his own right. But he shouldn't be talking back to you! "This is my yacht."

He crossed his arms, a small smirk playing on his lips. "That so?"

You blinked, looked around at the deck, at the gleaming chrome railing, at the Finnish flag. Oh. It might've slipped your mind.

"…this isn't the Phoenix, is it?"

"No. It's the Iceman," he said. "And you're on it."

You stared at him, then down at the deck, then back at him. "Okay. So, maybe I got a little lost."

"You 'got lost' onto a private yacht?"

"Maybe I got excited about getting back onto a white boat. It's hot. I was thirsty. Don't people trespass all the time in Monaco?"

"No."

You smiled at him, batting your lashes just a little. "Are you always this fun at parties? Who's paying for the yacht, pretty boy? Is it your daddy?"

"Yes," he said. And to your second question, "me. I race cars."

You blinked and looked him up and down, mostly with the purpose of figuring out who this racecar driver was, but also because he was a little attractive. Not Schumacher. Okay, that was it. What other blonde F1 driver did you know? Finnish...you scoured your mind and found two!

"Wait. You're either Mika or Kimi."

“Mika's retired."

"So you're Kimi."

"You say that like you expected me to be taller."

"Well, you probably seem taller in the tabloids. They don't want broody strangers."

"I'm not brooding," Kimi said flatly. "I just don't like strangers on my boat."

"Well then," you said, brushing imaginary lint off your dress and walking--gracefully, thank you very much--past him, "maybe you should have locked the door, Iceman."

You paused at the top of the plank, looking back at him. "Thanks for the drink. Even if it was technically theft."

He didn't say anything until you were almost gone, and he called out, "Next time you want a tan, ask first."

You turned around, eyes wide. "Next time?"

He--Kimi--shrugged, already walking inside. "You know where to find me now."

Your heart did an extremely uncool little flip.

And you added:

4. Come back to the Iceman.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

You did not come back on purpose.

Okay, maybe you did. But only a little. It was your friend's idea. Sort of. She said you should "accidentally" walk by his boat again just to "see if he's real" and not a "fever dream with cheekbones."

Also, you wore the pretty white cover-up. Not for him. It was for the, uh, aesthetic.

You had every intention of walking right past the Iceman this time. A quick stroll down the dock, head held high, pretending like you weren't thinking about the man who didn't smile but made your heart do aerial stunts.

And yet.

"There's no way this is accidental," came the now-familiar voice from the deck.

You froze mid-step, toe hovering over the dock, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of your nose. "Excuse me?"

Kimi was shirtless this time. Unfairly so. He had one hand on the railing, the other holding a half-eaten nectarine like this was a Botticelli painting, and not your life.

"You're back," he said, as if that was the entire sentence. Clearly, he was a man of few words.

You huffed. "Don't flatter yourself. Maybe I'm scouting yachts. Maybe I have options."

He raised an eyebrow. "Girls with options don't wear lip gloss and look lost."

"I'm not lost," you insisted.

"You always say that when you’re lost."

You crossed your arms. "Okay, not always. It's the second time. And what are you doing? Standing there like a Bond villain, eating fruit and judging tourists?"

"I like fruit," Kimi said. "And I don't like tourists."

You stared at him.

He stared back.

And then--then--the corner of his mouth tilted. Just the tiniest bit. A smirk, barely there, like he wasn't sure if he was going to find you funny yet.

"I have champagne," he said casually.

You blinked. "Are you bribing me to stay?"

"Maybe."

"Is it cold?"

"Of course."

"And are there snacks?"

"There can be."

You paused for dramatic effect, then turned back toward the yacht, walking up like it was the Queen's invitation. "Fine. But only because my heels hurt and you're marginally less rude than the sun."

"You're not wearing heels."

"Don't ruin the moment, Kimi."

He handed you a glass of champagne and your fingers brushed, just barely.

You sat, legs stretched out, toes pointing toward the sea. He leaned against the rail again, watching you. He wasn't staring, just looking?

"So," you said eventually, swirling the glass, "do you offer all your trespassers drinks? Or am I special?"

He looked at you so intently you almost forgot how to breathe. "You're the first one who came back."

Your heart? Gone. Floating somewhere between the Mediterranean and Monaco's skyline.

"Oh," you said quietly, smiling into your glass. "Well. Good thing I like fruit."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The plan was simple: one drink, maybe a quick dip, then you'd float off back to reality before things got complicated. But the weather didn't care about your plans. And neither, apparently, did Kimi.

You were mid-laugh, ankles swinging off the side of the yacht, when thunder rumbled low in the distance. You glanced up from your glass.

"Was that--"

"Storm's coming," Kimi said from behind you, hands in his pockets, hair ruffled from the sea breeze. God, you wanted to run your hands through it too. Never thought you'd be envying nature.

You raised an eyebrow. "And you were going to tell me this when?"

"I thought you liked surprises."

"I like presents, Kimi. Not atmospheric threats."

But the sky was already turning dramatic--clouds rolling in with a moody kind of poetry that would’ve been beautiful if it didn't mean your tiny white dress was about to become a very damp, very clingy problem.

"We should get back to shore," you said, slipping off your sunglasses.

He glanced toward the dock, then back to you. "Too late."

Sure enough, the rain started--slow at first, then all at once. Warm, chaotic, soaking you in seconds. You shrieked, holding your arms out like you could stop it with sheer annoyance.

"Great," you muttered. "I'm going to look like a drowned heiress."

Kimi just watched you, completely unfazed, rain dripping off his brow like he was made of stone. A slightly amused, highly attractive stone.

"You could've warned me sooner," you said, pushing wet hair off your face.

"You were busy talking about horoscopes and olives."

"I was being charming."

He tilted his head. "You were being loud."

You squinted at him. "Do you even like me, or are you just too polite to throw me off the boat?"

He didn't answer right away. He only stepped forward until you were almost toe-to-toe, rain pattering around you like applause.

"I don't usually like people," Kimi said. "But you're strange."

"Wow," you deadpanned. "Romantic."

He smirked. "It's not a no."

Before you could respond--because you absolutely had a witty comeback brewing--thunder cracked again. This time, closer.

He jerked his head toward the cabin. "Inside. Come on."

And that's how you ended up dripping and barefoot in the cozy cabin of a multimillion-dollar yacht that wasn't yours, wearing his hoodie (gray, soft, slightly too big) and sipping something warm he wordlessly handed you.

You glanced at the rain still lashing the windows. "Sooo, you're telling me I'm stranded?"

He nodded. "Well. If you really wanted to, no. But if it doesn't matter that much, yes, you are stranded for the night."

You tried to play it cool, because fuck if you wanted it. "Is this where you tell me there's only one bed?"

Silence.

You blinked. "Wait. Is there actually--"

"There’s a couch," he said, poker-faced. "But I'm not offering it."

You nearly choked on your drink. "Are you flirting with me, Kimi Räikkönen?"

"Maybe."

You stared, then smiled, then whispered, "Took you long enough."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The storm had no intention of stopping.

You stood in the little cabin barefoot, hair wet, legs cold, staring out the porthole like you could will the rain to let up. It didn't. It just pressed harder against the glass, wind whistling like some moody movie score.

"Bed's made," Kimi said behind you.

You turned. He was leaning in the doorway, towel-drying his hair with one hand, wearing a plain black shirt and grey sweatpants like he hadn't just walked out of a lifestyle magazine shoot.

"Thanks," you said, voice small. "I can take the couch."

He gave you a look. Just one of those slow, unreadable ones. "There's no point pretending. It's raining sideways. Just take the bed."

"And where are you sleeping?" you asked, not quite teasing.

His mouth twitched. "Also the bed."

"Fine. But no funny business."

He raised an eyebrow, totally unimpressed. "You snore."

"I do not!"

"You don't know what you do in your sleep."

You huffed, climbing into bed with dramatic flair, turning your back to him. "You're incredibly rude for someone offering me shelter."

"You could leave, you know. I'm sure you could find someone willing, if you family owns a yacht. You're also incredibly dramatic for someone stealing my hoodie."

You rolled over just to stick your tongue out at him and caught him smiling.

When the lights flickered again, you both froze.

And then--almost instinctively--he slid into the other side of the bed. The mattress dipped with his weight. He didn't touch you. Not even close.

You stared up at the ceiling. "This is weird, right?"

“No.”

You turned your head toward him. He was lying flat, arms folded behind his head, eyes on the ceiling too. He was very pretty, you admit, with his long lashes fluttering lazily. You asked, "you don't think this is a little bit emotionally loaded for two people who met via trespassing?"

"You weren't trespassing," Kimi said calmly.

You blinked. "I wasn't?"

"You just got confused."

Now, he had you smiling in the dark.

"I like your boat."

"I know."

"And I like that you let me stay."

His voice was barely there. "I like that you came back."

There was a silence after that.

Eventually, your eyes got heavy. You turned on your side, facing away from him, but not all the way to the edge.

Then you felt it--the brush of his fingers, careful and slow, against your hand.

You didn't say anything. You just let your hand fall back into his and he held it. He didn't grasp tightly, like it was a declaration. There was just enough pressure. Just enough.

You fell asleep like that, rain at the windows. Your body was warm and quiet and his fingers were loosely twined in yours.

In the morning, when sunlight cracked through the clouds and your head was tucked under his chin, you didn't pretend to be surprised.

You just smiled into his shirt and whispered, "told you I don't snore."

And he murmured, half-asleep: "I know. I wanted you closer."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

You were mid-bite when the door slammed. Slammed-slammed. Like 'Ferrari just lost a front-row seat to Monaco glory' slammed. Of course, because that was basically what had just happened. Except, of course, you had figured out now that Kimi drew for McLaren.

You paused, olive halfway to your mouth.

You heard boots. Heavy steps. Muted Finnish cursing. Well, it might've been some other language but that was your boy out there and he certainly wasn't speaking English.

"Kimi?" you called from the kitchen, mouth still full. You liked his other yacht more, Iceman, but this one was nice, too. It was called 'One More Toy' and Kimi'd asked you to come here with all his friends. The Iceman, he said, was a lot more personal. You supposed that made you two close. You wouldn't ask him that now, though, because he looked angry. "Is that you or an extremely pissed-off ghost?"

No answer.

Just more cursing and the unmistakable sound of a helmet being launched onto the couch. It didn't hit you, thankfully.

You popped the olive in your mouth. "I'm guessing the race didn't go great?"

He appeared in the doorway like an angry cat dragged backwards through gravel. His fireproof suit was half off and his hair a mess. It was kind of hot, actually. Even with his face doing that thing where he looks like he might kill someone but he's too tired to commit. It was especially hot.

"Engine failure," he growled.

You nodded solemnly, like a priest. "Tragic. Want an olive?"

Kimi just stared at you. Like he couldn’t decide whether to yell or marry you.

"Why are you in my hoodie again?"

"It's my coping mechanism," you said, offering him the jar. "Also, it smells like you, and I like it."

He groaned, stalking past you to the bar, where he poured himself three fingers of something probably older than your childhood dog.

You followed, jar in hand. "Do you want to scream into a pillow? Punch a baguette? I have options."

He downed the drink in one go, eyes closed, breathing like the car personally insulted his grandmother.

"I walked off the track mid-race," Kimi muttered.

"I know. It was very dramatic. Ten out of ten for mysterious recluse energy. Did you hear your friends celebrating as you came on? Oh, wait, sorry, you were brooding again."

"I'm not mysterious. I wasn't brooding."

"You're an international man of monosyllables who just disappeared during a Grand Prix and materialized on a yacht. That's the definition mysterious behavior."

You held up your hands when seeing his look. "I support you."

Kimi finally--finally--cracked the tiniest smile. You loved it when he smiled. Then, he sank onto the couch like his bones had given up.

You sat beside him, jar between you, quietly nudging it toward him.

He took one olive and chewed slowly.

"...fuck. These are good."

"'Course they are, my sister-in-law comes from a family that makes olive oil."

He glanced sideways. "Wow. Didn't know that was a thing."

"You're messing with me. Whatever. If you didn't know, you do now. You know what else is a thing? You coming here every time your life explodes."

Kimi didn't argue. Instead, after a long pause, he admit, "I didn't want to be around anyone else."

"Oh."

"I don't talk much."

"Really?"

"Hey."

"Sorry, go on." You gestured with your jar.

He swallowed. "You make it quiet in my head. In a good way."

The olive jar hit the floor. Metaphorically. Though you did actually fumble it a bit in surprise.

"I--"

"I'm not good at this," Kimi added, clearly distressed by his own emotional vulnerability. "The people stuff."

"Well, you're doing amazing, sweetie," you said, placing a very gentle hand on his very tense knee. "You stormed in here like a Nordic pirate and admitted you like me. That's practically a marriage proposal."

He narrowed his eyes. "I did not say that."

"You meant it."

He opened his mouth to argue, then gave up. He took another olive and had you grinning.

Kimi didn't smile, exactly, but he did press a kiss to your temple five minutes later, like he couldn't not.

You added another thing to your mental summer checklist, the last one. It was actually summer, soon. Almost June.

5. Spend lots of time with one (1) brooding, shirtless, Finnish blonde that's bad with emotions, or: Iceman.

But how were you going to do that? He had his job and you...actually, travel certainly wasn't a problem for you.

Kimi looked at you funny, as if he'd read your mind. "What are you thinking about?"

"Can I come to work with you?"

He coughed. "Work? Like my job?"

"Formula One."

"We'll have to leave the yacht," he said, almost ruefully. "You can handle that?"

"Fuck the Iceman," you responded, though at heart you loved the boat that'd brought you to him, him to you. "I have my own Iceman right here."

"You're sappy," he noted. And this time he smiled.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

a/n: i've never written for a retired driver so this was fun! i adore kimi lol and hope you liked the banter

♡ All The Stars Aligned - EO 31 ♡

Summary: Esteban is a huge fan of yours, so when he finds out he's going to a premiere for your new movie, he nearly shits himself.

Author's note: This was based on this request and I won't lie, I had quite a bit of fun writing this. I hope y'all like it! <3

WC: 2k+ some insta posts

CW: fangirl esteban, fluff, masterminding, pierre slapping the back of estebans head :)

The planets and the stars aligned, allowing Esteban to be in the same room, at the same time as you. 

It was no secret that Esteban has had a massive crush on you, having watched everything you’ve ever been in and gone through every piece of media you’ve ever participated in - even voicing his crush for you on several occasions. Practically everyone knew of his crush on you, you’d even seen some of the things he’d say about you, flattering you and making your cheeks flush. 

When his colleague, and friend, Charles Leclerc found out he was invited to the premiere, Charles knew he had to invite Esteban, and Pierre could come along as well. 

Esteban's reaction was priceless when he found out he was going to be in the same room as you. His scream could be heard from across the paddock. Charles made sure to record his reaction to show you at some point, if he is able to make a move or two on you at the premiere. 

Esteban knew he had to make a good first impression and come up with a plan on how he would make his move. Most people played checkers, but he was playing chess. He’s gonna lay all the groundwork and then just like clockwork, the dominos will cascade in a line. 

Now, Esteban had a few ideas on how he could impress you, but which one will be the best route? He could either pretend he doesn’t know you and play it cool, but that would be impossible considering the whole world knows about his crush on you. 

After some deliberation with Pierre and Charles, Esteban settles on what he calls “The plan of all plans that will put all the other plans to shame”, it’s a long title and he is well aware but who cares, he’s gonna be in the same room as his celebrity crush, no one would be chill if they were in his shoes right now. 

The plan is simple really, in one of the films you starred in, you and your love interest communicated via handwritten signs on paper. Kind of like the ‘You Belong With Me’ music video by Taylor Swift. Esteban came up with the idea because it is his favorite film ever and he thought it’d be a cute way to get your attention. Now, as for what he was gonna write on said piece of paper? He had no clue. He knew he was gonna carry at least two pieces of paper, one with an initial message and another with his phone number. 

After much deliberation with himself, Esteban decided on a quote from a book he had read a long time ago. He wasn’t sure if you would understand the reference but he thought it would be cute regardless. 

Now, the amount of paper he went through, trying to make the sign look as perfect as he can, is not important information. Just know he went through hell trying to make everything perfect. 

Esteban stood back for a moment to admire his work. A white piece of paper with the words ‘No matter the weather, I want to be with you’. If this fails, Esteban will never face the world again. Ok, that’s a bit of a stretch but he would be very devastated. 

The day of the premiere, the boys were in their hotel room getting ready, watching as Esteban nearly had a mental breakdown. 

“Non, non, non, non.” Pierre and Charles hear coming from the restroom. They watch as Esteban comes racing out in only a pair of underwear, holding his dress shirt on a hanger. “I’ve steamed AND ironed this shirt and there’s still a fucking wrinkle on this fucking FUCK.” Esteban just screams. 

Sharing a look of concern with each other, Pierre and Charles walk up to their friend to see if they can get rid of the wrinkle that he supposedly can’t get rid of on his shirt. 

There’s no wrinkle, “Mate,” Pierre begins, putting a hand on Esteban’s shoulder, “There is no wrinkle. The shirt has no wrinkles.”

“Yes, it does! It’s right there.” Esteban exclaims, pointing at a wrinkle free spot on the shirt.

With a sigh, Charles takes the shirt from Esteban’s hand and tells him, “I’ll take care of the shirt, you finish getting ready. We need to be out the door in an hour.” “An hour?! Oh mon dieu. I still need to iron my pants and don’t even get me started on my hair.” Esteban says, rummaging through his suitcase, looking for god knows what. 

Charles grabs Esteban’s pants and shirt with him into the restroom to iron and/or steam them. Meanwhile Pierre did the best he could in aiding Esteban whilst having a drink or two. 

After a very chaotic hour of Hurricane Esteban, the boys were already walking out the door, making their way to the theater for the premiere. Of course, Esteban was still losing his head, asking the boys a million questions such as, “Did I bring the papers?” Oui, “Do I have my watch on?” Oui, “Do we have the correct location for the theater?” Oui, “Do we-”

“Esteban!” Pierre shouts, “Shut up before I knock you out so hard, you won’t make it to the premiere.” giving the fakest smile known to man. This very quickly got Esteban to keep quiet. 

By the time the boys arrive at the red carpet, Esteban is practically shaking in his boots. He’s scanning the crowd over and over again, listening to everything and anything to get a sign as to where you are. 

“Mate, I think we’ll know when she arrives. I think we will go deaf.” Charles reassures Esteban. 

Esteban looks at his friend and realizes, maybe he can take a breather for now. He can try and calm his nerves before your arrival. 

The boys felt so out of place and lost, they decided to stay in one spot until they found you. That plan didn’t work in their favor though, after about 5 minutes, a crew member for the premiere came up and told the boys to move so that the photographers didn’t have any obstructions in the photos. So they moved to another section of the red carpet, standing in place until they were told once again to move because some dancers would be coming by to do a performance. After being told to move about 8 times, the boys finally found a spot to settle into. 

Esteban took this as a sign that he could finally begin to calm down and relax. They have a nice, safe spot now, one where it would be easy to spot you upon your arrival. Of course, this moment of calming didn’t last long. 

As soon as the crowd of fans started screaming their lungs out, Esteban joined in as well, even though he still hadn’t caught sight of you yet. Charles and Pierre had to cover their ears, hoping they wouldn’t lose their hearing at this moment. 

Esteban had still been screaming for a minute straight before Pierre wrapped his hand around Esteban’s mouth, trying to calm him down, and keep him from embarrassing Charles and himself. Once Esteban had calmed down, he licked Pierres hand. 

“Putain de salope.” Pierre grimaced, shaking his hand as if trying to flick off the spit, “Pourquoi?”

“You were gonna embarrass me! If Y/n saw you covering my mouth with your hand, who knows what she would’ve thought?!” Esteban said, throwing his hands in the air. 

Pierre just stared blankly at Esteban, “I would’ve embarrassed you? Okay, mister. You were screaming your head off like a fucking goat. I just saved your ass.”

“Whatever, now, where is she?” Esteban stands on his toes, as if he isn’t the tallest fucker there. 

In the midst of forcing and faking smiles, your eyes met his through the crowd. 

Putain de merde, thought Esteban. You looked absolutely ethereal in person. You were adorned in a pastel, tulle dress. Pink, green, and blue layers of fabric flow down your body, your torso wrapped by a corset of lace.

He could not stop staring at you, completely enamored by you. 

In the blink of an eye, your silhouette started to make its way to him. 

Remember that plan Esteban had? The one with the pieces of paper with a quote and his phone number? Yeah, he didn’t remember. He was too starstruck to even remember his own name. 

“Hi, you’re Esteban, right? I’m Y/n.” you state. 

“I-, ye- eug- I-” is all Esteban could get out, that is until Pierre smacked the back of his head and ran off into the crowd, followed by Charles as he did not want to be left standing next to a stuttering Esteban. “Hi, yeah. My name is Esteban. How are you?”. There was no hiding his heart eyes from you. It was so painfully obvious, written all over his face. 

“I’m okay, kind of nervous, I’ll be honest. How about you? How are you finding this chaos?”

“It’s really interesting, actually. This is my first time doing something like this so I’m enjoying the show.” he says, giving you the cheesiest smile ever. It was quite cute actually. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Just before you go to continue the conversation with Esteban, you get called away by your manager, needing you to complete some interviews before heading into the theater for the screening of your new movie.

“Shit, I’m sorry but I have to go. I’ll see you later though?” you ask, watching as Esteban nods his head in approval. As you pick up the skirt of your dress, turning to walk away, Esteban asks “How did you know who I was? How did you know my name?” 

Without a word, you simply wink at him and make your way to your manager across the carpet. 

Absolutely stunned, Esteban turns around to ask his friends if he just imagined that whole interaction, only to find no one around him. Where the fuck did they go?

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entertainmenttonight Y/n L/n stuns in new (i have no clue who created this dress, couldn’t find the creator)’s dress, as she is welcomed by a warm crowd upon her arrival at the premiere of her new movie.

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User98 Did yall see y/n and esteban ocon together? 👀

↳User04 My worlds are colliding if that’s true

↳User77 who’s esteban ocon?

↳User32 he’s a f1 driver and he currently drives for the team Alpine!

User47 Y/n could hit me with her car and i’d say thank you

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It was nearing time for the boys to head into their assigned room in the theater to watch the film and Esteban was growing anxious by the minute. He really wanted to be seated soon so he didn’t miss a moment of the film, but he couldn’t find his dumbass friends. 

After a few minutes of calling and texting them, receiving no reply, Esteban decided to just leave the boys wherever they were and he made his way inside the theater. 

On his walk to the correct theater room, Esteban couldn’t believe his eyes. The whole time he was freaking out about finding his friends, they were by the food tables the whole time?! Eating chocolate from a fountain?!

“Hey! Where the fuck did you guys go? And why are you eating chocolate without me?” Esteban questioned, mainly upset about the chocolate. 

With a mouth full of chocolate covered snacks, Charles explained “We didn’t want to be caught in the whirlwind of awkwardness that you were exhibiting. And then we found the fountain.”

Esteban just shook his head in disbelief, the utter betrayal he was feeling at the moment. He just took one last look at them before telling them to clean up so they could go sit in their seats. 

When the boys made it to their seats, the screening was about to begin. They watched as the director of the film walked before the screen, only to realize which room they were in. They were gonna be watching the film with the cast and crew?! They all exchanged some looks of disbelief and wondered if perhaps they had walked into the wrong room. Upon inspection of their tickets, they were indeed in the correct room. But how?

After a quick Q&A with the cast and the director, the film began and through the entirety of it, Esteban was captivated. He couldn’t even pay attention to the plot and the story running in front of him. Instead, he was captivated by you, the way your features would illuminate the entire room. His eyes were glued to your figure, always waiting for the next scene that would solely focus on you - you being the only thing that he wants to see for the rest of the night. 

As soon as the film ended, the room erupted in applause and cheers for you and the cast. You and your colleagues stand and bow, thanking the audience for everything and applauding the crew members who helped the film become what it was. 

As the applause and cheers continue, you turn, scanning the room for Esteban. Once you’ve spotted him, you watch as he claps and shouts loudly with a smile plastered across his face. You take it as a chance to blow him a kiss. He all but falls to the floor, needing Pierre and Charles to catch him and hold him up. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. This man is the funniest and sweetest person you’ve known, and you can’t wait to see him afterwards. 

As everyone leaves the theater, the boys slowly walk about, listening to Esteban rave about the film and how you were so beautiful and talented and smart. He was even gushing about the moment you blew him a kiss. 

“To me! She blew a kiss to me! Can you believe that?” he asks, pointing to himself and squealing like a kid in a candy shop. 

Just as they're about to leave. Esteban feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns and is surprised to find you standing there. 

“Hey, how’d you find the film?” you ask.

“I really enjoyed it. You were amazing, of course. Probably the best part of the film in my opinion. 

You softly laugh, “Quite the flatterer you are.”

“I try” Esteban shrugs, “ehm, I won’t lie. When I found out I was going to be here and that I might get a chance to meet you, I sort of came up with a plan on how I was going to impress you and such. It didn’t really go to plan, “ you both laugh, “I had this plan where I was going to hold up a piece of paper, like as a reference to one of your movies, and then I had another paper with my phone number on it, where I asked you on a date.”

“Can I see the paper?” you ask, genuinely curious as to what it says. 

You watch as Esteban reaches into his suit pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper and hands it to you. As you unfold the paper, your eyes widen when you read the words. 

“Oh my god! This is a quote from my favorite book, how did you know?” you look up at him, shock and surprise drawn all over your face. 

“What? It is? I genuinely didn’t know. I wrote it cause it’s from a book I read and I thought it was cute.”

You smile at his words, pocketing the paper for yourself. 

“Well, I guess I have to be honest too. I was the one who orchestrated our first meeting.”

“Huh?” Esteban lets out, jaw dropped. 

“I’ve seen the edits and such that fans tag me in, of you talking about me. I then went down a rabbit hole of videos and stalking your instagram. I thought you were cute and funny and I really wanted to meet you. So, when I found out Charles was already invited to the premiere, I messaged him on instagram, asking if he could bring you with him. He agreed and then I had to make sure you were in the right spot for our meeting, a spot that was the most secluded on the carpet, so we could have an actual conversation. I had my team and some of the crew members keep pushing you boys to different spots of the carpet until you went to where I wanted you guys. I also had them place you in the same theater room as me for the actual preview of the movie.” you confess, feeling your face heat at the confession. What if he thought you were a freak?

“You masterminded me.” was all he said. 

“What?” you question. 

“You masterminded me. You were the one playing chess while I was playing checkers. I was supposed to be the one to mastermind you!”

The both of you stand there in silence before absolutely cackling over the fact that you both tried so hard to get the others' attention. 

The chain reaction of countermoves assessed the equation of the two of you, so you couldn't lose. 

-=+=-

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y/n such an enchanting night under the twinkling stars 🩷

Just wanted to say a quick thank you to the cast and crew who helped make all of this possible and to the fans for showing up and showing out! It was amazing meeting every single one of you and I can’t wait for you all to see the film 

You and I ended up in the same room, at the same time, because I’m a mastermind 😉

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User99 ehm, wtf is up with that last sentence?

Estebanocon was an amazing night and I’m very thankful for our meeting 😌

Charlesleclerc thank you y/n for inviting us, the film was wonderful (sorry about esteban btw)

↳User44 now charles… wdym when you apologize for esteban 🤨

Pierregasly how he pulled you, i have no clue

↳User01 WHAT?!

↳Pierregasly what 🧑‍🦯

ANYONE AGAINST THIS MARRIAGE

Lewis Hamilton X Engineer!fem!reader

Summary: Lewis and his chief engineer, Y/n, shared a forbidden romance that was cut short to protect their careers. Years later, Y/n stands at the altar, about to marry another man, when Lewis makes a shocking decision: he resigns from Mercedes and does the unthinkable to win back the love of his life.

Words: 8.5K+

Warnings: Anguish, Toto a little annoying, separation, heartbreak (of us readers too), mention of marriage and an extremely special ending

Author: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes that may be made in writing and spelling. And this is a good idea, I hope it is good writing too, the idea came from an episode of Greys Anatomy.

MASTERLIST

The romance between Lewis Hamilton and Y/n began unexpectedly, a slip in Mercedes' strict rules that strictly prohibited any romantic interaction between engineers and drivers.

As Lewis’s chief engineer, Y/n was brilliant, dedicated and played a key role in his performance on the track. However, away from the spotlight and the rigours of the team, they found themselves caught in a bond that was impossible to ignore. Their passion grew between technical meetings and long nights working in the circuit garage.

Each meeting had to be carefully planned. To avoid suspicion, Lewis and Y/n chose isolated locations away from the team.

Weekends at country houses became their private refuge, where they could finally breathe without the weight of secrecy. The first time they spent together in one of these houses was magical: The smell of wood burning in the fireplace, the view of a snow-covered forest through the window, and the two of them, lying on a soft rug, sharing glasses of wine and conversations that went from technical details of the car to dreams they never dared to share with anyone else.

Sometimes, Lewis's apartment in Monaco was the perfect setting for romantic dinners. Y/n would arrive late at night, always making sure no one was following her. Lewis would greet her with a smile and a hug that made all fears disappear. They would cook together, with Y/n always making fun of Lewis's clumsiness in the kitchen, while he tried to impress her with improvised recipes. After dinner, they would share dessert on the couch, while Roscoe slept peacefully next to them, as if he knew he was witnessing true and pure love.

The winter months brought even more intimate moments. Wrapped up in blankets on the couch, they watched old movies, but they rarely paid attention. They were too busy making out, kissing, sharing smiles, and laughing at inside jokes. Lewis loved to see Y/n laugh, especially when she messed with his braids to tease him. It was in those moments that the weight of the rules and the outside world disappeared, and all that mattered was the unshakable connection between them.

Despite the intensity of these moments, the shadow of team rules constantly hung over their relationship. Every message exchanged, every stolen touch in meetings was a risk they were both willing to take, but one that also terrified them.

After all, if they were discovered, they could lose not only their careers, but also the opportunity to be together.

The dilemma was constant, but the love they shared kept them moving forward. They both knew they were playing with fire, but as long as they were together, the risk was worth it.

The Mercedes factory in Brackley exuded professionalism. Glass rooms lined the corridors, offering a clear view of engineers focused on their computers, designing parts and analyzing data.

White lights illuminated the impeccably organized environment, and the sound of keys being pressed and technical conversations echoed through the hallways. It was the heart of the team, where dreams of victory were shaped and adjusted.

Y/n walked down the hallway with firm steps. She was wearing her Mercedes team polo shirt, which perfectly matched her dark tailored pants and low sneakers, which echoed lightly on the tiled floor.

Her hair was tied up in a practical bun, a few loose strands framing her focused face.

Upon reaching the room where Toto, the team leader, had summoned her, Y/n stopped for a moment, adjusted her posture and knocked lightly on the door, which was already ajar.

"Excuse me. Hi, did you call me here?" His voice was calm and professional, but it held a slight curiosity.

Toto, who was standing in the center of the room, nodded in confirmation. He wore his classic, impeccably pressed white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and looked serious, with his arms crossed over his chest.

His expression was impassive, almost intimidating, but it was something Y/n was used to seeing in the most tense meetings.

It was then that Y/n's eyes furrowed, noticing that they weren't alone in the room. Leaning against a steel cabinet next to the glass wall, with his arms crossed and his posture relaxed, was Lewis Hamilton.

He seemed oblivious to the tension in the room, though his eyes were discreetly watching her.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat when she saw him there. She knew it was only natural, after all, Lewis was the team's main driver, and they were probably there to discuss something related to the car.

But even so, his presence always had an effect on her that she couldn't control. Feeling the weight of his gaze for a brief moment, she swallowed hard and focused on Toto, who didn't seem to notice her inner turmoil.

"Thank you for coming so quickly, Y/n," Toto said, his deep voice filling the room.

"Sure!" Trying to keep her composure, Y/n nodded and walked into the room.

Toto broke the silence that hung over the room with his firm, serious voice.

"You guys really didn't read the rules, did you?"

The dry and direct tone made Y/n and Lewis look at each other quickly, surprised by the statement. A small nervous smile escaped them both, a reflection of the tension that was beginning to accumulate in the environment.

Lewis even let out a short, almost inaudible laugh, while Y/n bit her lip lightly, looking away.

"It's not funny" Toto added, crossing his arms even tighter against his chest, his rigid posture making it clear he wasn't there to joke around.

The smile on Y/n and Lewis' faces disappeared almost instantly. The silence in the room grew even heavier as the two waited for what Toto would say next.

"I know about your relationship."

Y/n felt the ground disappear beneath her feet for a moment, as Lewis uncrossed his arms, his body assuming a more tense posture.

Neither of them said anything; there was nothing to say.

Toto continued, not giving time for any reaction.

"You both know this is strictly forbidden. It's not just about you. And not about what you do or don't do away from the track. It's about the team, about Mercedes' reputation, about how this could be interpreted if it leaks. Do you understand the risk you're taking and the risk you're putting us all at?" Each word carried a weight that made it clear how serious the situation was. "I'm not here to judge you," Toto continued, sighing as he ran a hand over his face, clearly frustrated. "But this can't go on!!"

Silence reigned for a moment. Y/n wanted to speak, to defend herself, but the words simply wouldn't come out. She felt Lewis's gaze on her, but she didn't have the courage to raise her head.

The only thing I could think was that all the effort to keep their relationship a secret had been in vain, and now, everything was about to fall apart.

Toto remained standing, his stern gaze darting from one to the other, waiting for some answer, but neither of them seemed ready to speak.

"Toto, I know we broke the rules. I know what that means, but... it doesn't change the fact that we're professionals. We've never let our relationship interfere with work." Lewis finally realized.

Toto raised an eyebrow, clearly irritated by the excuse. "Professionals?" he repeated, almost sarcastically. "Lewis, this is Mercedes we're talking about. One of the biggest Formula 1 teams in the world. Do you really think that if this gets out, anyone will care how 'professional' you were? No! What will matter is that two team members broke basic rules.

Y/n felt her face heat up, a mixture of shame and guilt consuming her. She finally found the courage to lift her head, but before she could speak, Toto continued.

"You two are brilliant at what you do. No one can deny that. But this... personal situation? It puts everything at risk. If any journalist or competitor finds out, you know it will be used against us. Against you, Lewis. And against you, Y/n."

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, and the pain in his words hit her hard. Toto was right. She knew it. But hearing the consequences laid out so clearly was like a punch to the gut.

"Toto..." Y/n began, her voice wavering. "I never meant to put the team at risk. We were careful, I swear. But..." She hesitated, her voice trailing off as she looked at Lewis, who was staring at her with an expression that seemed to say he would support her no matter what.

"But?" Toto pressed, his piercing eyes fixed on her.

"But it's not something we can avoid." The words came out almost as a whisper, and she felt a wave of emotion threaten to wash over her.

Toto held up a hand, signaling that he didn't want to hear any more excuses. "This can't go on," he said, his voice firm. "Either you finish whatever you have, or I'll have to fire one of you."

The words fell like lightning in the room.

Y/n's heart seemed to stop for a moment, as her mind struggled to process Toto's ultimatum. Her eyes widened slightly, and she felt a lump form in her throat. Lewis, who had maintained a serious posture, clenched his hands into fists at his sides, his jaw tense, betraying the pent-up anger.

They both knew how much their jobs meant to them.

For Y/n, being chief engineer at Mercedes was the result of years of dedication, sleepless nights, and the sacrifice of personal moments. It was his passion, what gave meaning to his career.

For Lewis, Mercedes was his home, the place where he built his glory, and every race was more than a competition. It was a legacy.

The weight of Toto's threat was almost unbearable. He knew exactly where to hit so they would understand the gravity of the situation.

"I don't want it to come to that. You're both brilliant at what you do, and the team needs you. But you have to sort it out. Now."

He looked at both of them once more, as if expecting them to say something, but silence remained. Then, Toto sighed deeply and took a step towards the glass door.

"Think carefully about what you're going to do. Because I'm not going to give you another chance." With that, he opened the door and left, leaving a heavy void in the room.

As soon as the door closed, Y/n let out a sob she had been holding in, the tears finally spilling over. She brought her hands to her face, trying to muffle the sound as her body shook.

"Y/n..." Lewis immediately approached, his voice soft but filled with concern.

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and the simple touch made Y/n fall apart even more. Lewis quickly pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as she cried against his chest. He stroked her back in slow motions, trying to comfort her, but his own heart was in pieces.

"It's going to be okay," he whispered, though even he didn't know how they could fix this. "We'll figure it out, I promise."

Y/n just shook her head against him, tears wetting the fabric of Lewis's shirt.

She pulled away from Lewis's embrace slightly, but before she could say anything, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that were still falling.

"Lew..." She began, her voice low and shaky. "Toto's right."

Lewis froze. The weight of those words seemed to pull him to the ground. He looked deep into Y/n's eyes, sadness and disbelief written all over his face.

"No..." Hamilton whispered, barely audible, but Y/n continued.

"I don't want either of us to leave Mercedes. This job... it's our passion. It's what we love to do." Her voice wavered, but she kept her gaze steady on his, even as tears filled her eyes. "But I don't want to break up with you either, Lewis. It's too painful..." Her voice broke, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to keep calm. "But I think we need to look after our reputations, the team. We can't risk all that."

Lewis took a deep breath, feeling his chest tighten as if something was being ripped out of him. He knew she was right. He had known it since the moment Toto confronted them. But accepting it was another matter.

"What do you think?" Y/n asked, her voice a whisper.

Lewis looked away for a moment, his hands still holding her face. He wanted to scream, to fight the entire world if he had to, but he also knew there was no choice.

"I'd do anything for you, Y/n," he replied, his voice husky. "As long as you're okay... If you think that's what's best, then... we'll break up." The words felt surreal as they left his mouth, and he hated every single one of them.

Y/n let out a sob as she heard his confirmation. She nodded slowly, tears falling harder now.

"I just want you to be okay too" she murmured as he slowly released her face.

Lewis swallowed hard, the sight of her so vulnerable before him breaking his heart into pieces.

"I'll stay..." He said, though tears began to stream down his cheeks. "I promise!"

Slowly, she turned towards the door, each step feeling more difficult than the last.

"Y/n..." Lewis called, his voice low but thick with emotion.

She stopped, turning just enough to look at him over her shoulder.

"Be okay, okay?" He asked, his voice breaking at the end. "I'll have your things sent to my house by the end of the week...if that's okay."

Y/n nodded again, forcing a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Thank you... for everything. Really."

And with that, she left the room, leaving Lewis alone, tears streaming freely as he stared at the door she had just walked through.

The silence that was left behind was deafening, and he knew that the pain would stay with him for a long time.

•••••••••••••••••••••

After leaving the classroom that day, Y/n ran into Toto in the hallway. She stopped in front of him, took a deep breath, and told him that she and Lewis were over. Toto just nodded, his face expressionless as he thanked her briefly. There was no comfort or kind words, just the coldness of someone who knew she had made a difficult but necessary decision.

After the breakup, both Y/n and Lewis faced a period of adaptation. The work, previously full of complicity and discreet laughter, became tense and uncomfortable.

They both avoided direct contact whenever possible, and when it was unavoidable, their interactions were brief and professional. The air between them always felt charged, as if something unsaid lingered there, but over time, that tension began to ease.

The days turned into weeks, and eventually, they found a balance, albeit distant, to keep the professional dynamic intact.

Months passed, and Y/n slowly began to rebuild her personal life.

Eventually, she met Andrew, a passionate chef with a warm personality and a smile that seemed to light up any room. He was completely different to Lewis: more laid-back, with a career away from the pressure and glitz of F1 racing. Most importantly, physically he was nothing like the driver. He was blond, blue-eyed and taller.

He treated her with affection and dedication, always paying attention to the little things that made her smile. It was clear that Andrew loved her deeply, but he was not Lewis.

Lewis watched from afar. He saw Andrew accompanying Y/n to the races, always by her side, showing support and affection. In everyone's eyes, they seemed like a perfect couple, but Hamilton knew something was missing.

Even after months since the breakup, he still missed Y/n, and seeing her apparent happiness with Andrew was like a knife to his heart. He knew he had no right to feel this way anymore, but that didn't make the pain any easier to bear.

Y/n liked Andrew. But he didn't love him like he loved Lewis.

Deep down, she knew he was just an attempt to fill the void Lewis had left. Even in the happiest moments, she found herself thinking about what it was like to be with Lewis, the connection they had, and the feelings that never quite went away.

About a year after the breakup, rumors started circulating around the team that Y/n was engaged to Andrew.

When Lewis first heard it, he dismissed it as gossip, but confirmation came abruptly.

He was in the garage when he saw Carmen, George's girlfriend, approach Y/n with a wide smile, holding her hands and congratulating her.

"The ring is beautiful, Y/n! I'm so happy for you!" Carmen's words were full of enthusiasm, but to Lewis, they were an unexpected blow.

His eyes immediately sought out Y/n, who smiled at Carmen in thanks. She raised her hand, and the glint of the ring on her finger was unmistakable.

Y/n and Carmen have always had a close relationship. Ever since Carmen started accompanying George to races, Y/n was one of the first to take her under her wing, helping her feel at ease in a predominantly male environment. This friendship grew stronger over the years, making Carmen one of the few people Y/n could vent to and fully trust.

After that scene, Lewis excused himself from the staff, saying he had to make an important call. And as soon as he got to his driver's room, he cried. He cried a lot, called his mother and vented.

After hanging up the call with his mother, Lewis remained seated, staring into space. The pain he felt seemed to overflow as he unlocked his phone and began to review the photos he had of Y/n.

They were happy moments: shared smiles, knowing looks, the reflection of a love that, for him, was still so present.

He slid his fingers over the screen, but his vision began to blur as tears fell, one after another.

He quickly tried to dry them when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, he found Russell. He was there to call Lewis to a meeting, but seeing him in that state, George didn't need any explanation and with a simple and spontaneous gesture, he hugged Lewis.

And for the first time, Lewis allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of a friend, without having to say a word.

Months passed, and Y/n immersed herself in preparations for the engagement party.

It was an event that was supposed to be filled with loved ones, and she made sure to invite almost all of her teammates. Andrew, her fiancé, encouraged her to include Lewis, since He was an important part of her team and her routine. What Andrew didn't know was that Lewis had been much more than that to her.

An invitation to an engagement party arrived in the mail, and when he received it, Lewis stood motionless, staring at the envelope. He opened it carefully, his eyes scanning the printed words. He read and reread the invitation several times, the weight of the situation hitting him hard.

In the end, he decided not to attend. He sent a short message to Y/n, apologizing and saying that he would be spending the weekend of the party at his mother's house.

It was a lie, of course. He just couldn't bear to see her so close to someone else.

As she planned the details of the wedding, Y/n couldn’t get Lewis out of her head. Every decision she made seemed inevitably linked to him. The flowers they chose, the soundtrack for the ceremony, even the location of the reception, everything seemed to echo the conversations they had late at night, when they talked about what their perfect wedding would be like.

One afternoon, Y/n invited Carmem to help her choose her wedding dress. They visited several stores, and the engineer tried on several models, but none of them seemed right.

"You look stunning in this" Carmen said excitedly.

"I don't know... I guess it's not exactly what I want," Y/n replied, discouraged, always finding a flaw.

"Y/n, you look amazing in all of them! What's the problem?"

Y/n shrugged, but inside she knew the reason. None of those dresses felt right because none of them were like the one she had described to Lewis years ago.

After hours of searching, Y/n was about to give up, but something caught her eye. She stopped abruptly in front of a display window. And there it was: The perfect dress. The dress she had described to Lewis. Every detail was exactly what she had dreamed of.

Carmem, who was walking a little ahead, noticed that Y/n was no longer by her side. Turning around, she saw her friend standing there, her eyes teary.

"That's it" Y/n said, her voice breaking.

Without questioning, Carmem held her hand and pulled her into the store. Y/n put on the dress and, upon leaving the fitting room, she saw Carmem and the attendant smiling from ear to ear.

"It's perfect! It feels like it was made for you."

Y/n stared at her reflection in the mirror, tears sliding softly down her face. "It was made for me," she murmured, her chest tightening.

Because, deep down, she knew that that dress symbolized much more than her wedding day: It was a reminder of the love she could never forget.

One month until the wedding.

Y/n was sitting at her desk at Mercedes HQ, her fingers tightly wrapped around the invitation she was supposed to give to Lewis.

The sheet of paper gleamed elegantly in the office light, with the names 'Y/n and Andrew' engraved in gold letters. It looked perfect, but at the same time, wrong. She read and reread the words over and over, hoping they would magically change to 'Y/n and Lewis'.

The invitation weighed heavily on her hands like a cruel reminder of what could not be. For a moment, memories of a past filled with laughter, touches, and stolen glances flooded back. But a sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Come in!" She said, quickly putting the invitation away in one of the desk drawers.

One of the younger engineers appeared, carrying a clipboard covered in graphs and technical reports. “Sorry to bother you, boss, but we need to review the suspension parameters for the next stage. There’s something odd about the telemetry data, and we’d like your feedback.”

Y/n smiled despite the turmoil in her chest. "Sure, I can take a look. It's probably some calibration-related error. I can check in the chart room."

The young man nodded, thanking her with a shy nod. "Okay, we'll wait for you." He said, and then began to close the door, but Y/n interrupted.

"Do you know where Hamilton is?"

He looks up, thinking for a moment. "That's the last time he and George were in the break room. He should still be there."

Y/n nods and mumbles a quick thank you, making the boy smile gently and close the door to her office.

As soon as he left, Y/n opened the drawer again.

She had a battle. While it felt wrong to call the love of her life to watch her marry someone else, her brain was telling her that delivering the invitation was just another way to be kind and professional and not rude to his feelings.

The hope that Lewis could react, that he could stop her, even if it was madness, took hold of her.

Y/n stood up and walked with determined steps to where he would probably be, holding the envelope tightly in her hand. Each step felt like a challenge, her head telling her to forget the idea, while her heart whispered to continue.

When he reached the hallway that led to the living room, he saw Lewis from afar, leaning against the wall and laughing at something George had just said. The sound of his laughter brought out a wave of emotions, and Yin stopped for a moment, gathering the courage to call out to him.

But before she could take the next step, Carmen appeared beside her, smiling radiantly.

"Y/n!" Carmen called, not noticing her friend's slight startle. "George and I received the invitation last week! Everything is so beautiful, the design is perfect, and I loved the sweet message. I was so excited to be your godmother!"

Y/n smiled, feeling relieved. "I'm glad you liked it," she replied, while discreetly tucking the invitation into her coat pocket.

"It's really beautiful, you know? The color palette... you nailed it" Carmen continued, while Y/n just smiled.

The mention of colors made Y/n's heart clench, for she knew that those soft shades of blue and white were exactly what Lewis had suggested when, years ago, the two had joked about what their wedding would be like.

As Carmen continued talking, Lewis, standing next to George, began to catch fragments of the conversation. He heard enough to understand the topic: The Wedding. And like a sharp blade, pain cut off his breath for an instant.

The invitation. The wedding. The realization that she was actually moving on, with someone else, seemed like something he couldn't quite accept, even though he knew it was inevitable.

He looked away from George, who was still talking about upcoming race strategies, but Lewis couldn't focus.

"Lewis? Are you listening?" George asked, arching an eyebrow at his friend's lack of attention.

"Hm? Yeah, sure," he replied, but his voice was vague.

Before George could insist, Carmen called him, saying it was time for them to go. George nodded, quickly saying goodbye to Lewis, and as he passed Y/n, he gave her a friendly pat on the back.

"Hey, thanks for the wedding invitation. Everything looks really beautiful." He smiles genuinely and friendly.

Y/n smiled back, but the sparkle in her eyes didn't hide the sadness she felt. "I would never leave you aside at such an important moment." She replied, sincerely, but with a voice full of something more.

Lewis watched it all, feeling his heart sink deeper with each word. The weight of reality was crushing.

As soon as the couple walked away, Y/n looked up and noticed that Lewis was starting to walk in the opposite direction.

“Lewis” she called, her voice soft but full of intent. He stopped, turning to her with that sweet smile she knew so well, but which now seemed distant. “I need to talk to you.”

"Sure, yes. We can go to my office."

He probably thought it was about the car, because for the past year and a half, all their conversations had been about work. This emotional distance they had created made the moment even more difficult.

Upon arriving at Lewis's room, he opened the door, holding it so that Y/n could enter first. The room was small but cozy, with a dark wooden table covered in technical notes, charts and a small Union Jack flag.

Y/n barely had time to look around before something specific caught her eye: A picture frame on Lewis's desk. She recognized the image immediately.

It was a photo of the two of them, taken three years ago, during a weekend at a circuit.

In the photo, Y/n was smiling broadly, standing behind Lewis with her arms around his shoulders. She was wearing a Mercedes cap, but she wasn't wearing her uniform. Unlike Lewis, who was wearing his dark overalls, but had a smile that lit up the entire city.

For those who didn't know about their relationship, I would say it was just a friendly photo of the engineer with her pilot. But for them, that photo had a great emotional impact.

Lewis noticed where Y/n's gaze went and, in a quick gesture, walked to the table, picking up the picture frame and lowering it discreetly, as if trying to erase that memory. He thought Y/n hadn't noticed, but she saw everything.

She looked away from the living room window, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. It wasn't just the image that hurt. It was symbolism. That photo represented everything they had been and what they would never be again.

"What did you want to talk about, dear?" Lewis asked, his voice low, almost fearful.

But Y/n still needed a moment to breathe before answering.

Lewis waited patiently for the engineer's response, his eyes searching hers, but the hesitation on his face was evident.

"I..." She began, but words failed her for a moment. "I needed to deliver something to you."

Lewis frowned curiously, but remained silent as he watched her reach into her coat pocket. With slow, reluctant movements, Y/n pulled out the invitation. Her hands trembled as she held it for a brief moment before holding it out to him.

He took the paper carefully, as if it were something precious, but at the same time a weapon that could hurt him. Upon opening it, he saw the golden letters highlighting the names 'Y/n and Andrew'

His eyes roamed over the palette of blues and whites, so familiar, so intimate. It was like a punch in the gut, a reminder of what he imagined they would one day be.

"Thank you" Lewis said, a forced smile that didn't reach his eyes. His voice was low, trying to sound gentle, but it failed to hide the pain that filled him.

Before he could say anything else, Y/n interrupted him. “I… I didn’t know if I should call you,” she began, her voice shaking. “Because of everything that happened between us. Because of everything we had. But… Andrew insisted. He thinks that since you’re my colleague and teammate, you should be there.”

Lewis looked up from the invitation and stared at Y/n, his expression a mix of surprise and sadness.

"He doesn't know, does he?" Lewis asked, his voice coming out in a whisper.

Y/n shook her head, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "No... I never told him. I never could. How could I explain? He's... He's an amazing man, Lewis. A good, kind, patient man..." She paused, and her eyes filled with tears. "But... I can't feel with him what I felt with you. What I still feel."

Lewis felt a lump in his throat at that. He wanted to say something, but he didn’t know if he should. She continued. “I’ve tried, Lewis. I really have. I thought that if I put my past behind me, I could build something new, something that would make me forget. But I can’t. And yet here I am, trying to move on from something that feels so wrong…”

The pilot took a deep breath, the invitation still in his hands. He looked at her with an expression that mixed pain and tenderness. "Y/n..." He paused, as if trying to organize the words. "I just want you to be happy. That's what matters to me. It always has been."

Y/n let out a short, almost humorless laugh, wiping away a tear that was running down her face, "Happy!"

He frowned. "What's up?"

"Nothing, forget it." She shakes her head, trying to keep the tears away. "But... he's not you, you know. As safe as I feel with him, Andrew isn't you..."

Lewis looked away, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. "And why didn't you tell me this before, Y/n?"

"Because it wouldn't make a difference," she replied quickly. "Because we both know that...that things would never be simple for us. They weren't then and they wouldn't be now. I thought moving on would be better for both of us."

"Did you think... or were you afraid?" Lewis asked, his eyes returning to hers. He sighed and took a step closer. "I've never wanted anything but your best interests, Y/n. Even now, even now that you're marrying another man. If that's what you want, I'm happy."

“It’s not what I want!” Y/n cried out in a whisper, her emotions finally overflowing. She covered her face with her hands, trying to hold back her tears. “But I feel like I have no choice.”

Lewis hesitated before stepping even closer, touching her shoulder. "You always have a choice, Y/n. Always have. The question is: What does your heart truly want?"

She looked up at him, her face wet with tears, but she couldn't answer. Because at that moment, what she wanted most was right in front of her, but it seemed as impossible as a dream she could never achieve.

The engineer just shakes her head and starts walking to the door. "Look, it's okay if you don't want to go. But thank you for everything. You know!"

Lewis smiles and before she can leave, he calls out to her. "Y/n!"

"Try?"

"Can I give you one last kiss, then?"

Y/n sobbed, tears falling faster now. She nodded, smiling and approaching the pilot.

With slow, hesitant steps, she approached him. Lewis stood still for a moment, his eyes fixed on hers, as if trying to record every detail. When she finally stopped in front of him, he raised one of his hands, gently touching Y/n's face, wiping away one of the tears that were falling.

It was as if time had stopped, and in that moment, nothing else existed. No pain, no doubt, no wedding planned. Just the two of them, in that moment.

When their lips touched, it was as if all the weight that Y/n was carrying disappeared. The kiss was slow, filled with a love that had never disappeared, with a longing that they both tried to ignore, but that consumed them. His hands delicately held her face, while Y/n's rested on his chest, feeling his heart beating strongly under her fingers.

The love, the pain, the desire to go back in time. It was as if they both knew that that moment would be their last, and so they gave themselves completely.

When they separated, Y/n kept her eyes closed for a moment, as if she wanted to keep that feeling forever. Lewis rested his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

"If this really is goodbye..." he began, his voice breaking, "I just want you to know that you were, and always will be, the love of my life."

Y/n opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face again, but she smiled. "And you will be mine." A sad smile, but full of truth. "I love you."

Lewis hugged her. "I know. Because I love you too." He kissed her hair and then let her go. Let her go so she could marry someone else.

Y/n smiled and then left the room, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Meanwhile, Lewis stared at that invitation, feeling his chest boil with emotions.

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November 10th - Wedding Day

It had been weeks since she had last seen Lewis. After that kiss, she had withdrawn completely, taking a few days off to prepare for the wedding and avoid any contact with him. It was better this way, she told herself. But even now, as she adjusted her veil, it was impossible to avoid the memory of him.

What should have been the happiest day of her life had a weight that she couldn't ignore. The smile that should have been plastered on her face was nothing more than a facade. And, despite the eyes of everyone around her full of expectation, she knew, deep down, that this wasn't the happy ending she had dreamed of.

The sky was covered with gray clouds, so heavy that they seemed to reflect the state of mind of someone who was silently fighting against memories. Despite it being a day important in the lives of two people, there was something in the air that seemed to say that not everyone was at peace with what was about to happen.

Y/n was in the dressing room, looking at her silhouette in the mirror. Her dress was definitely a work of art, it was a strapless design with a waist-hugging silhouette that flared out into a voluminous skirt. Delicate embroidery of flowers ran across the satin fabric, almost as if they had been carefully embroidered by hand.

She felt a few tears fall, but quickly wiped them away when someone knocked on the door and it opened.

"Hey, my girl. Is everything ready?" Her father asked with a soft smile. Y/n just nodded, unable to speak without her voice betraying the emotions she was trying to hide.

He noticed. Of course he did. It was her father. He knew what had happened between her and Lewis months ago, he knew everything. But he chose not to talk about it. He understood that those tears she was trying to hide were not tears of happiness for the wedding, but of regret.

Regret for not having fought harder for something that now seemed lost.

Gently, he reached out and took her hand. "Come on, honey. It's time."

Walking down the stairs together, her father comforted her with soft words and funny stories to distract her. He did his best to dispel his daughter's dark thoughts, and she, trying to reciprocate, smiled slightly as they walked to the car.

Across town, amid the chaos of cameras and journalists, Lewis was leaving a press conference that had everyone going crazy. His tone was firm, but his eyes betrayed an internal struggle. He had made an important decision, but the world still didn’t know what it really meant.

And now, he drove to the church to make his second important decision of the day.

Meanwhile, Y/n was already in the car, sitting in the back seat. Her father continued talking, telling stories about when she was little, making her smile as the driver drove to the church.

They arrived earlier than expected. Her father helped Y/n out of the car, and they headed to a private area where no guests could see her. She held the bouquet tightly, as if it anchored her to reality.

But her eyes wandered around the room, and then she saw him. The person who should perhaps be there with her, at the altar.

Lewis stood next to George, heading toward the church pews. He looked radiant, but his eyes were slightly red, as if he had been crying recently. Even so, his presence seemed to fill the entire space.

Y/n started to cry. They weren't silent tears this time; they were sobs that escaped uncontrollably. Her father quickly approached, holding her shoulders and trying to calm her down. "It's okay, sweetie. Take deep breaths. You can do it."

With that, the bridesmaids, groomsmen and bridesmaids entered the church. Carmem, unaware of what was happening to her friend, walked down the aisle until she reached her place at the altar.

The wedding planner ran over to Y/n, worried about her delay. "Are you okay? It's time to go in."

Y/n shook her head, trying to control her tears. "Just a few more minutes, please."

The wedding planner hurried back inside. She approached the groom, Andrew, who was looking anxious at the altar, and whispered something to him. "She's excited. She just needs a moment more." Andrew sighed in relief, thinking Y/n's tears were tears of happiness.

Outside, Y/n took a deep breath, trying to gather strength. Her father, always by her side, squeezed her hand. "If you're not ready, we can stop. It doesn't matter what others think."

But Y/n just smiled, a fragile smile. "I can do that."

When the wedding planner returned, Y/n nodded. She was better, or so it seemed. Her father looked at her fondly and offered his arm. "Come on, my girl."

The church doors opened, and the music began to play. All the guests stood up, turning to watch her enter. Y/n walked along the carpet she had chosen months before, holding tightly onto her father's arm. Her face displayed a smile that seemed natural to everyone, but inside her it was just a mask.

And then, just a few feet from the altar, she saw him again. Lewis. He was smiling at her, but that smile carried so many emotions that it made her stop. Her body froze for a moment, unable to take another step.

Her father leaned over to her and whispered, "It's okay, honey. Keep going. I'm here with you."

She smiled weakly and resumed her walk, step by step, until she reached the altar. There, her father handed her hand to Andrew, who held it gently. And so, the ceremony began, but inside Y/n's heart, the real storm was just beginning.

The priest began with his traditional words, speaking about love, commitment and the union of two souls who have decided to walk the same path.

Y/n heard every word, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else. Her breathing was controlled, but her thoughts were far away, as if trying to escape that inevitable moment.

And when it was time for the vows, Y/n told Andrew everything she had saved for Lewis. She said every word imagining Lewis there, and the pilot who was sitting a few feet away from her noticed.

The priest gave the couple his blessing, wishing them to be blessed with happiness and prosperity. The ceremony was almost over when he said the phrase everyone had been waiting for:

"If there is anyone against this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."

The church fell silent. The guests looked at each other, some even chuckled, thinking that no one would dare to interrupt something so perfect.

But then, the sound of footsteps echoed through the church. Someone stood up. All eyes turned to the back. And there he was.

"I have something to say."

The guests looked at each other in shock. George, who was standing next to him, widened his eyes and grabbed his friend's arm tightly. "Lewis, what are you doing?" he whispered, trying to pull him back to the bench.

But Lewis just smiled, as if to say that everything was fine. He calmly let go of George's arm and began walking down the aisle. Murmurs grew among the guests as everyone tried to understand what was happening.

Y/n's eyes were wide, her heart pounding so hard she thought everyone could hear it. She was in disbelief. He was really there. Fighting for them. Something she didn't have the courage to do, something she deeply regretted.

But inside, an unexpected feeling began to grow. Relief.

Lewis stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning directly to Y/n. His expression was a mix of determination and excitement. He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I know I shouldn't do this here, I should have done it a long time ago. But I couldn't let you go on without knowing... without knowing what you mean to me. Y/n, you were the starting point of my happiness. Since the day I met you, I knew you were different. You are the person who changed my story, who gave color to my life."

He took a step forward, without taking his eyes off her, who was still frozen, holding the bouquet with trembling hands.

"In the timeline of my life, you have always been my most special moment. The before and after of you was the biggest transformation I have ever experienced. And even with all the mistakes, with the distance, with what separated us, my heart never left you. How long have I been waiting to find someone like you, who would fit into the plans I made for myself." Everyone in the church was silent, only the sound of Y/n's sobs and Lewis's words echoed through the room. "I know I should have fought harder, but I won't let this happen again. Not today. Not now." He sighs. "I... I resigned from Mercedes!"

Y/n's eyes widen, Carmen and George hold back a muffled scream in their throats and Lewis sighs, smiling, before continuing.

"The rules said that we had to separate or someone would have to leave for us to continue seeing each other. So, I decided to leave. I'm going to Ferrari next season... Because I've already suffered enough, but away from you I'll suffer even more. When I get home, and I don't see you, my desire is to call you running. And little by little, loneliness and silence embrace me. My joy has passed, only the memories of love, they don't pass. I really love you Y/n, and if you don't want me anymore, just go ahead with the wedding, and I'll leave, but if you still have a little bit of the feeling inside you, I want you to fight. Fight for us!"

Y/n felt her heart tighten, as if it were trying to burst out of her chest. Lewis's words echoed through the church, resonating within her in a way nothing else could. 'Fight for us.' That was enough to break the last barriers she had put up around what she felt.

She wanted to run to him. Hug him, shout that she loved him, that she had never stopped loving him, that he was everything she had ever wanted. But there was Andrew, standing beside her, looking at her with an expression of curiosity and, at the same time, acceptance.

For a moment, Y/n's eyes met Andrew's, and she saw something she never expected to see: Understanding. He sighed, his lips curving into a sad smile, but kind.

"It's okay if you want to go..." Andrew said, his voice cracking but sincere. "I see the way he looks at you... and the way you look at him. Eventually, I realized that you two had something in the past." He took a deep breath, wiping away a tear that was falling, "Of course, my heart breaks, because I love you too. But I can't hold you back from something that clearly makes you unhappy. You deserve to be completely happy."

His words were like a balm to Y/n's soul. Her heart felt lighter, as if a huge stone had been lifted from her shoulders. She smiled at Andrew, her eyes filling with tears, but for the first time in a long time, tears of relief.

"You're an incredible man, Andrew," Y/n said, holding his hands for a brief moment. "Kind, loving, someone anyone would be lucky to have by their side. But I... my heart has never left the place where it has always been. Thank you for understanding me, for being so good. And I hope you find someone who loves you with the same intensity that I love Lewis."

Andrew smiled, his eyes still shining with tears, and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Go on," he whispered.

Y/n turned to Carmen, who was taking the bouquet she had just handed her, and her friend just smiled, encouraging her with a slight nod. Her parents were sitting in the front row, and their eyes told her what she needed: Unconditional support.

With her heart lighter than ever, Y/n took a deep breath and began walking down the steps to the altar. Every step seemed to echo through the church, every gaze was on her, but none of that mattered. All she saw was Lewis.

He was standing in the hallway, his eyes red and wet, but a shy smile on his face, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. When Y/n finally got close to him, he took a step forward, but he couldn't contain his emotion. Tears of relief and joy began to fall down his face.

Y/n smiled at him, crying too, but for the first time in a long time, she felt whole. Without hesitation, she ran the last few steps, throwing her arms around Lewis, who held her as if his life depended on it.

"I should have never let you go," he whispered, his voice cracking.

"And I should never have left you without a fight," she replied, pulling her closer as the people in the church watched the scene with eyes shining with emotion.

With a radiant smile on their faces and a feeling of freedom in their chests, Lewis and Y/n ran out of the church, leaving everyone behind. George and Carmen, who were now in the background, watched the scene with knowing smiles. They knew how much Y/n and Lewis loved each other, and the happiness of seeing the two finally together filled their hearts with joy.

Lewis opened the car door in a hurry, Y/n got in, pulling her dress inside and smiling like never before. The atmosphere in the car was one of pure happiness, the road ahead seemed endless, but that didn't matter.

The feeling of freedom and love was what mattered now. They had no specific destination, they were just together, enjoying the moment, making silent vows of love as the road took them wherever fate wanted.

After some time, with no destination in mind, they found a small, isolated chapel in the countryside that looked like something out of a fairy tale. Without any great plans, but with a full heart, they decided that this would be the place to start their story over again. Only the priest and a forest ranger, who seemed to be the only ones present, served as witnesses to what would be the beginning of a new journey.

The ceremony was simple, but full of meaning. They exchanged knowing looks, full of love and complicity. When the moment came, Y/n declared: "I take Lewis Hamilton as my lawful husband." Lewis, with tears in his eyes, responded with the same intensity: "I take Y/n as my lawful wife."

The simple wedding, without any great ostentation, was exactly what they had always dreamed of. After all, what really mattered was not the luxury or the party, but the fact that they had each other. And with that, the whole world seemed to be within their reach.

After the ceremony, when they left the chapel, Lewis held Y/n's hand as they walked back to the car, both of them smiling as if nothing else mattered. He turned to her, a smile on his face, and promised, "I'll throw you a proper wedding party, Y/n. The biggest party you've ever seen."

Y/n smiled softly, her eyes shining with love. "I don't need anything else but you, Lewis," she said with a calm certainty.

Lewis kissed her, feeling that everything he ever wanted was there, in her arms. But before he could do more, Y/n looked at him with a mischievous smile and commented: "So, Ferrari next year, huh, handsome?"

Lewis laughed, his eyes full of affection. And together, they walked to the car, ready for the next stage of their journey, knowing that any future, no matter how uncertain, would be perfect because they would face it together.

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