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all too well - l.h & p.g

summary: in which an angry pierre stuffs his relationship up and desperately tries to make it up to his devoted girlfriend. and while trying to make up for it he realizes that he’s already lost her to a certain british man. loosely based on ‘all to well’ by taylor swift. 

warnings: A N G S T, I REPEAT, A N G S T, profanity, drinking, just sadness, toxicity, anger, crying, screaming, pining?? if unhealthy relationships/toxic relationships hurt you or offend you, 2022 british grand prix (ifykyk), mentions of eating disorders and body dysmorphia and shitty mental health

word count: 2.0k

pairing: lewis hamilton x female reader, asshole!pierre gasly x female reader, platonic!f1 drivers x female reader, platonic!wags x female reader

requested: yes! here! highly recommend listening to all too well.

It was horrible. 

You had been sitting with the engineers during the Grand Prix, cheering your boyfriend Pierre on as you watched on. You felt as if the world stopped when him and Yuki spun off in unison. You could feel the world stop around you as you silently prayed they were okay. 

Collective groans of disappointment and shouts of anger broke out around you as you quickly flicked on the switch in front of you, allowing you to speak to your Pierre. “Pierre! Honey please, say something!” But you didn’t, just Yuki’s outburst of anger.

“Here.” Pierre replied as you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sunk into your seat as you held your head in your hands, shielding your face from the Netflix cameras which no doubt wanted your reaction for a dramatic made-up plot line for the next season of Drive to Survive. 

It wasn’t long after before Pierre angrily walked through the Garage, frustration radiating from him as he weighed himself before stomping off. You followed him to his drivers room before shutting the door. Before you could turn around he stuffed his face into your neck as he broke out in sobs. 

“Shh, I know. Pierre baby I know, it's okay.” You spoke as your hands combed through his tangled hair. “Y/n. Always me? All the bad things, me. What did I do to deserve it?” The French-man cried as you felt yourself begin to cry too. “It’s not you love. You know it was Yuki’s fault. He’ll own up to it, I know he will. You’re amazing okay don’t beat yourself up over this. It was absolutely out of your hands. You know that. You did your best.”

“It is! But that doesn’t make up for my shitty season! I don’t deserve this.” He shouted. “Pierre, not here. Don’t get angry here. The media will eat it up, let’s go home. Fuck the interviews. I’ll make you feel better okay? Whatever you want, we’ll do it mon chéri.” 

“Fuck the media! Fuck you! Fucking isn’t going to make up for me missing out this race okay? You can’t make me feel better with food or cuddling Y/n.” 

“That’s not what I’m saying Pierre! Please let’s get out of here, please, please.” 

“This is my fucking job. I can’t just leave because I’m mad. I’m not a model who sells photos of my self for money okay? My job isn’t easy like yours.” 

You scoffed, “Easy? Easy? My job isn’t just sitting around looking pretty. Shit goes on behind the scenes that you have no idea about. Bitchy models, photographers judging you all day, every day, tabloids and media making up  the most absurd rumours up and everyone eating them up, shitty mental health, body image issues, starving yourself to fit in a dress! Just because you sit in a car, racing at 200 kilometres an hour and have a dangerous job doesn’t make my job any less than yours!” 

“Mon amour-”

“No! I’m sick of this! You taking your shitty results out on me when I have nothing to do with it! You are driving the car, not me. Your fans attacking and picking apart our relationship and you letting them. You never defend me when interviewers ask the most foul questions about me. ‘Is she good in bed?’ are you kidding me?! ‘Oh you have no idea.’ And then laughing it off. Travelling the world and never getting out, constantly on the move. It’s so draining. Cancelling fucking Paris Fashion Week when I have never missed a year because you convinced me too. You. All you. I’ve missed out on huge movie and TV show deals, Bullet Train, Euphoria, No Way Home, Don’t fucking Worry Darling. Harry fucking Styles!” You shouted in his face as he sighed.

(Bare with me I know Paris FW is a few weeks before Bahrain)

“Then fucking go! God if I hold you back so much leave! I don’t fucking need you here, anywhere matter of fact. I don’t need you Y/n. I can get anyone I fucking want. Go to Harry Styles. Go to whoever you fucking want. Whine to them. They’ll never love you like I do. Fuck you like I do. You need me. But then again you. You need me, I don’t need you so fuck off. Get your shit and leave bitch.”

(foul, im so sorry 😭😭)

“Mate what are you doing!” Charles shouted as he burst through the door, followed by Charlotte, Isabel and Carlos. “Oh baby I’m so sorry.” Charlotte said softly as she and Isa wrapped you in a hug. You didn’t react. You didn’t even know what was happening. What pulled you out of your trance was the groaning of your boyfriend, well, ex now.

“What the fuck Charles?” Pierre yelled as Charles retracted his fist from his face.

Lewis ran in at the sound of yelling, Angela hot in his tail. “What the hell is going-” Lewis stopped dead in his tracks at the scene, Pierre soothing his right cheek, Charles with balled fists, Carlos pulling Charles away while Isa and Charlotte hugged you. You. 

You with your mascara stained face. You with your sobs and sniffles. 

It broke him. 

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/n.” He whispered as Isa and Charlotte slowly handed you off to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed your forehead. As you stood in the hallway with him you felt, safe, loved. Which meant a lot since you hadn’t felt comfortable in a long time. 

You could feel the pain. The anger. The late nights worrying whether Pierre would come home or not. Trying to soothe him after bad races only to be met with a empty hotel room the second you took your eyes off of him. The rumours and the side eyes that floated around the grid when you walked hand in hand with him even after videos of him getting too handsy with some rando at a club surfaced and spiralled. Even your friends and family contacted you, your best friends Maddi and Sayda had reached out to see if you were okay.

‘Poor girl probably doesn’t even know.’

‘Why is she still with him? Oh god is she pregnant?’

‘She probably cheats too, you know how models are.’

But none of that mattered, as long as you were with Lewis. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” Charlotte said as she linked her arm with yours, “Don’t waste your tears on him sweetheart.” Isa whispered as she moved your hair out of your face.

“What the fuck is he doing with my girlfriend?” Pierre yelled at Carlos as he pointed at Lewis. 

“She is not and will never be your girlfriend again. You’re disgusting. It’s one thing to be angry and accidentally yell. But calling one of the most gorgeous, intelligent women on this Earth a bitch? Fucking despicable. She’s always been there for you, patient. When literal video proof came out of you cheating she didn’t blow up on you, start posting about you, start attacking you. No. Because she’s too kind for that and you took advantage of it and her. Y/n came straight to you for an explanation. And she told me your explanation, it was quite literally the worst fucking lie I’ve ever heard. ‘She thought I was her boyfriend.’ and ‘I thought it was you.’ Are you fucking kidding me man? You knew she wasn’t even in the country, she was on a plane, flying to your race after cutting a photoshoot with fucking Victoria’s Secret to come support you. You ruined her. You took away her opportunities because of your own selfishness. You will never find someone like her again. You fucked up. And I hope you kick yourself when you realize what you lost. Who you lost. Y/n is a thousand times more deserving of a man. Not a boy, someone who can’t even respect his own girlfriends career.”

Pierre stood there as Lewis walked away. If he stayed there any longer, looking at his idiotic face, god he would’ve swung.

But that was all in the past. 

Months ago. Seven to be exact.

And now?

Now you were making your way down the runway, in a stunning Donatella Versace dress in front of thousands. The crowd was roaring, cheering the models on as you all displayed the clothing. Your face dead straight. 

That was one of the things you praised yourself on. So did the media. You were known to never ever break face when on the runway. Always professional and well handled. But it was bound to happen. Your four year streak broken. 

As you made your way to the end of the runway your eye caught on to a certain braided hair man, who was hard to miss with his bright pink outfit. And god did he look amazing. As you looked at him he smiled, blowing a kiss. 

Your eyes crinkled as your lips turned upwards. Blowing a kiss back.

The media ate it up.

‘Y/n Y/l/n finally broke face on the runway, the reason? Seven time world champion Lewis Hamilton! Seems the model has moved on from her breakup with Lewis’ colleague and fellow racer Pierre Gasly.’

‘Lewis Hamilton culprit of the wide smile plastered on Y/n Y/l/n’s face during the Versace launch.’

‘Lewis Hamilton and Y/n Y/l/n share their relationship to the public!’

And Lewis could not be more proud of himself when he walked into the paddock, his hand entangled with yours. He was happy to show you off, respectfully of course. But Lewis wasn’t always kind, sometimes mischievous. 

So when he saw the idiot that was Pierre Gasly, jaw dropped and eyes threatening to hop out of his head at the sight in front of him while seated at the Alpha Tauri hospitality whilst having lunch with Yuki he decided to have some fun.

Taking your hand and spinning you in towards him, shortly before kissing you.

“That little fucker.” Pierre swore as he ogled you. “That’s what you get when you fuck up, badly.” Daniel snickered as he walked past, towards the two of you. “Danny!” You smiled as you engulfed him in a warm hug. 

“Missed me a bit too much Y/n/n.” Daniel smirked, “Lewis you better hold on to her tight, might just sweep her off her feet.” The McLaren driver joked as your boyfriend shook his head. “Seven months too late, I’ve been swept for as long as I can remember.” You grinned as you looked up at Lewis.

“You’re in love I get it.” Daniel laughed, “I’ll see you on the panel Lewis. See you tonight, my hotel room.” He joked towards you as he walked towards the conference hall, but not before winking your way. 

“Shit I have to go. If he comes anywhere near-” 

“I’ll be fine Lew, I promise. I have a guard dog in the form of Charles Leclerc ready to bite.” You smiled as you kissed him again. “Hey I do not bite!” Charles frowned as him and Carlos waited for you. 

“Sure thing Charles. Remember when you lost in uno to Lando-” Carlos smirked as Charles yelled, “Hey!” 

Lewis kissed your head, “Why would we ever think of having kids when we have those two assholes in red?”  “Rude.” Carlos stated as he and Charles crossed their arms in defense. “I’ll see you later my love.” He spoke before walking away. 

“Stop rustling his hair Carlos.” You scolded, “It’s not my fault he’s so short.” Charles scoffed, “Actually I am 180 cm, 5′9 thank you.” He spoke proudly as Sainz let out a laugh, “Mate, I’m 179.” The two of you chuckled and made your way to the Ferrari hospitality as the Monegasque tried to defend his height.

As you passed Alpha Tauri your eyes wandered and saw him. 

And you smiled as did he. But it didn’t mean you were over everything.

You remembered it.

All Too Well.

Can you write something about Lewis not finding his dog and he saw Y/n with him in the park, you can write smthg about it and what comes after

wc: 513

Lost and Found ♘ Lewis Hamilton

Lewis was lightly panicking as he looked around the park. He had let Roscoe run around for a bit. He knew that his dog wouldn't go far away from him and he always made sure he had the dog in his eye sight. Except for today.

Lewis had turned around once at the sound of someone falling off his bike and he looked to make sure he was okay. When he turned back, the dog had escaped his eyesight. Everywhere he looked he couldn't find him, even when calling his name.

"Roscoe, come here boy." He yelled as he clapped his hand on his legs. People around him gave him weird looks, but that didn't matter. All he needed was to find his dog.

Lewis ran around a bit more, trying to spot a lead where the dog could have wandered off. Could he call 911 for a missing dog?

His head shot up by the sound of a voice speaking. "Lets find your owner, sweetie." He turned to see a woman knelt down beside his dog, who was wagging its tail excitedly as it sniffed at her own dog.

Lewis walked towards you, roscoe, and the dog's tails started to move by the sight of his owner. "Is this your dog?" you asked as you looked at the man. You couldn't help the blush that formed on your face when you saw him. He was very handsome.

"Hello, boy, I looked for you. You can't just walk away." Lewis put the leash back on and gave the dog a pet on his head. As he stood up his eyes locked with yours. "Hi, sorry. Thank you for finding him." he said gratefully, trying to sound calm despite his racing heart.

"No problem. It is more like he found me. Probably wanted to play with Nalia." You pointed to your own dog, a Bernese mountain puppy.

Lewis laughs as he sees the two dogs play, but the leashes make it difficult for them and they are soon wrapped in the leash. "They like each other."

"Maybe we could arrange a play date for them. If you are okay with that."

"I am sure he would like that." Lewis answers with a smile on his face. He couldn't help but sneak glances at you throughout the conversation. "My name is Lewis, by the way and this boy is called Roscoe."

The woman smiled and introduced herself, "Nice meeting you Lewis. I am Y/N, and this sweetheart is Nalia."

"Can I have your number?" Lewis asked, already looking for his phone. "For the play date for the dogs of course." he quickly added.

You smiled at his attics as you grabbed his phone to put your number in it. " Here, you can text me and I will have your number too."

Lewis thank you and you both said your goodbyes.

"I wouldn't mind if you called to plan a date for us," you smirked as you saw him turn around quickly. You just smiled and waved at him as you walked further with Nalia.

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Kiss it better | LH44

A/n: I've been on a break, but I had this idea, so i thought I'd pop in, post it, then disappear again.

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"Ugh, I can't breathe. I think I'm dying." He moaned.

You rolled your eyes and carried on folding and packing the clothes you'd brought into the bedroom. It was a chilly Sunday morning with grey clouds covering the sky. You wanted to get the chores done quickly so you could make yourself a cup of tea and sit down to work.

Usually, Lewis would be up doing laundry as he enjoyed ironing, but today, he was still in bed moaning and groaning about a stuffy nose he's had since Friday.

"Lewis, I love you, but you've been sick for two days already. Why are you still moaning about this?" You sighed to yourself.

"Because I'm dying! Im suffocating right before your very eyes! You're watching your husband die!" He exaggerated. You could hear him rolling about dramatically in the bed behind you. This grown man.

You packed away the last pair of socks before turning to him with your hands on your hips. He grinned sheepishly at you from his position on the bed. Tattooed arms and legs sprawled out. On his bedside table were piles of cups, bottles of cough syrups, and nose spray bottles. Enough to treat more than one sick person.

"What is with grown men and acting so dramatic about the flu? You're so close to overdosing on cough meds." You pointed out.

"Overdosing? I'm healing myself. I'm doing the best I can to play doctor to myself because my beautiful wife doesn't want to help me." You watched as his lips folded softly into a pout. The dramatics.

"Your beautiful wife spent all night making you tea and clearing your tissues." You reminded him and sat on the bed beside him. His hands immediately went to your waist and pulled you on top of him. You squealed. "Lewis!"

"I just need cuddles to make me feel better. And kisses." He whispered. You propped yourself up on your forearms so you could look down at him. Despite the dark eyebags, red nose, and uncombed hair, he was still the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. He pouted even harder at your hesitation, and you lifted an eyebrow in mock sternness. "Please."

"You're going to get me sick." You sighed but relented and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"And here," he pointed to his forehead. "Headache"

You pressed a kiss there, too.

"And here." His eyes. "Here too." His cheeks.

"It definitely hurts here." His chin.

You were giggling at this stage. How ridiculous this man was.

"Oh and here. This place really needs a few kisses to make sure it feels better." He puckered his lips and closed his eyes in anticipation.

You laughed at him but proceeded to lean forward and plant multiple kisses on his lips. You were definitely going to be sick after this. His arms tightened around your waist.

"Ah, see! I feel better already!" He rolled you over so he was on top.

"I can tell!" You exclaimed as he started pressing kisses to your neck. "You look well enough to get up and help me with chores." You squirmed in his hold

He immediately deflated and sighed into the crook of your neck. You giggled softly and placed your hands on either side of his head to pull him up to you.

"One last kiss to make you feel better?"

"Yes, please." He murmured before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You pulled away and pushed his shoulders to get him off you. He groaned in protest.

"Let's go, old man. I've still got the kitchen to do, and then we can cuddle on the couch." You stood up and left the bedroom.

"Can we cuddle naked to make me feel better?" He called out.

"Lewis!"

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hello! i have a request for lewis x wife reader. maybe where reader is pregnant. and lewis is all sweet, protective, and caring about her? very domestic fluff is recommended :))

as bright as the morning

★ : feat :: lewis hamilton x pregnant!wife reader ★ : genre :: fluff ★ : word count :: 650 ★ : a/n :: this took so long because i forgot to schedule the post😔 hope you like this tooth rooting fluff

You stood in the kitchen, the comforting scent of breakfast filling the air as you moved about, your movements slowed by the gentle weight of your growing belly.

It was a rare sight to see you taking charge of breakfast, as he usually insisted on handling everything when he was home, but you decided to relish in this since he was still sleeping.

Oblivious to your man standing just a few feet away, admiring you, the morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow around you, enveloping you in a soft halo of light and making his heart swell with love.

”Hey there, beautiful,” you heard Lewis's voice, filled with affection, as he entered the room.

You turned to him, a smile lighting up your face at the sight of your husband.

”Good morning,” you replied, your voice soft with warmth, about to continue, but he crossed the room in a few quick strides, his arms enveloping you in a gentle embrace right that second.

Before you knew it, he was pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch sending a shiver of warmth down your spine. ”How are you feeling today?” Lewis asked, his voice laced with concern as he pulled back to look into your eyes.

You sighed, leaning into his touch. ”A little tired, but otherwise, I'm okay,” you admitted, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in your bones.

The words were out of your mouth before you could second-guess, and you realized your mistake as soon as Lewis’s eyes widened.

Your husband’s brows furrowed with worry, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. ”You should be resting,” he insisted, his tone gentle yet firm.

You shook your head, a stubborn glint in your eyes. ”I'm fine, Lewis. I can handle it,” you protested, though the weariness in your voice betrayed your true feelings, and he was already leading you away to the other side of the counter. “I want to spend time with you.”

Lewis sighed, knowing that arguing with you would be futile. Instead, he stepped forward, gently taking your hand in his, before pushing you down on the stool behind the corner.

“You both should not be up and working when I'm home,” he offered, his voice soft with sincerity.

Lewis worked efficiently, picking up right where you left off, preparing breakfast as you both conversed with a sense of ease that only comes from years of shared love and companionship.

He kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you didn't overexert yourself, and that made your heart run so fast that you were sure you needed to see your doctor regarding that soon. Lewis was done in no time because you were already halfway done before he woke up.

As he served the food, you stood up to get juice, and Lewis reached out to place a hand on your belly, feeling the soft skin underneath his palm. A heartwarming smile broke out on his face.

”You know I love you both, right?” Lewis murmured, his voice filled with wonder as he looked at you.

You nodded, your eyes shining with joy. ”We love you too, baby,” you agreed, your hand coming to rest atop his.

He bent down to kiss you but you jerked away playfully, startling him before he rolled his eyes at the mischievous smile on your face. His heartbeat pressed against your back, matching yours.

”Oops, sorry,” you teased, ”just heard the baby say that she loves her mumma more.”

Lewis chuckled, his heart overflowing with love for you and his little baby. ”I'll have to have a talk with her about that,” he joked, his voice filled with affection as he pulled you tighter into his arms, making sure to keep the pressure off your belly.

And as you promised yourself to book that cardiologist appointment after all, you kissed Lewis.

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Request for lewis. Maybe after a terrible race weekend he comes home. and his wife thinks he would be so disappointed but when he comes home he's just so...... unserious (like look how giddy he is even when the results r not that good). like maybe he comes home and just starts kissing her and their son.

until i found you

★ : feat :: lewis hamilton x wife!reader ★ : genre :: fluff; hurt/comfort ★ : word count :: 1k+ ★ : a/n :: domestic lewis is food for the soul

It was so frustrating for you to sit at home alongside your son and watch Lewis have another horrible weekend that you decided to just skip watching the race altogether. Given that last time, your son cried so much that he threw up.

It was a mutual decision yet you were shocked to see that you were feeling worse than Lewis did when you guys talked about it. His only reply was,”You know I can’t even drive knowing he’s crying at home because of me, right?”

As you watched Lewis trudge through the front door, a heavy weight seemed to hang on his shoulders. His steps lacked their usual bounce, and his usually bright eyes were dull with disappointment. You could practically feel the tension radiating off him as he entered the room.

”Hey, Lewis,” you greeted him softly, trying to gauge his mood.

He offered you a weak smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. ”Hey, baby” he replied, leaning forward to kiss you as his hands sneaked around your shoulder.

You moved closer, concern etched into your features. ”How… how are you?” you asked tentatively, dreading the answer.

Your husband let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping further. ”It was… rough,” he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. ”Nothing seemed to go right. Mechanical issues, a pit stop mishap… you name it.”

Your heart sank at his words, knowing how much he had been preparing for this race. ”I'm so sorry, Lewis,” you murmured, reaching out to gently squeeze his shoulder. ”That sounds incredibly tough.”

”Yeah, it was,” he admitted quietly. ”But hey, that's racing, right? You win some, you lose some.”

You could sense the underlying disappointment in his words, the frustration of coming so close to success only to have it slip through his fingers. Your heart ached for him, wishing there was something you could do to ease his pain.

Before you could say anything else, your son's voice rang out from the other room. ”Daddy's home!” he exclaimed, his excitement palpable.

Lewis's face lit up at the sound, a hint of his usual brightness returning. ”Hey there, champ!” he called out, his voice infused with warmth.

Your son came bounding into the room, his eyes wide with excitement. ”Did you win, Daddy?” he asked eagerly.

Lewis hesitated for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing his features before he managed a small smile. ”Not this time, buddy,” he replied gently. ”But I gave it my best shot.”

Your son nodded understandingly, his disappointment fleeting as he threw himself into his father's arms. ”That's okay, Daddy,” he declared. ”You'll get 'em next time!”

Lewis's smile widened at his words, a genuine sense of pride shining through. ”Thanks, buddy,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. ”I'll definitely give it my all.”

As Lewis hugged your little bundle of joy to his chest, you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and admiration for the man standing before you. Despite the disappointment he faced, he remained determined and resilient, his love for his family shining through even in the darkest of times.

It was just another instance where you realized how you would never be as strong as your husband.

You approached them slowly, your heart heavy with empathy. ”Lewis,” you began softly, ”I'm so proud of you. You gave it your all out there, darling.”

He turned to you, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. ”Thanks, love,” he murmured, his voice tinged with gratitude. ”It means a lot to hear you say that.”

You reached out, tracing a gentle finger along his cheek. ”I know it's tough right now, but remember, you're more than just a race car driver. You're an amazing father and an.. alright husband.”

A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, a hint of the familiar spark returning to his eyes as he threw his head back and let out a laugh. ”You always know how to lift my spirits,” he admitted, pulling you into a warm embrace.

”I don’t think it matters, anyway. Wish there was a way to skip this season altogether.”

He said it so nonchalantly that you were left blinking your eyes as Lewis tickled your son and left kisses all over his face. It took you a minute to process but you were glad he wasn’t letting it get to him.

Five years ago Lewis would’ve probably lost it but the Lewis who was the father of your child wasn’t a sore loser.

You joined them for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the day slowly lifting from your shoulders. At that moment, it didn't matter that the race hadn't gone as planned. What mattered was the love and support you shared as a family.

As the day wore on, you gathered around the dinner table, sharing stories and laughter as a family. Lewis's infectious energy lifted your spirits, turning what could have been a somber evening into a celebration of togetherness.

”He really colored his camel green?” Lewis snorted, engaging in the conversation smoothly.

”Yes, daddy!” Your son snickered loudly. ”And then he cried when the teacher asked if it was a crocodile.”  Your son ranted away, finally having another person to share the tales from his day with, his laughter filling the room with joy.

And as Lewis caught your eye from across the table, his gaze filled with love and gratitude, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you would always find a reason to smile.

Later that evening, as you tucked your son into bed, you couldn't help but marvel at the resilience of the man beside you. Despite the disappointments of the day, Lewis had remained steadfast in his optimism, his unwavering love for your family being the pillar he leaned on.

”I bet you’re tired,” you whispered as Lewis closed the door to your son’s room, mindful to keep your voice low.

”I know a way you could help me relax then.” He said right back before hoisting you up his shoulders. A loud yelp leaving your mouth that made him chuckle as he walked you both into the master bedroom.

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husband texts with lewis!!!!!! i luv ur writing so much <3

lewis hamilton boyfriend texts

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hello 👋 big congrats on hitting 3k ‼️👏🧨 i would request:

This is only, and only for the business deal. No more, no less.

That’s dangerous.

With Lewis, maybe sugar daddy or arranged marriage?

sending love 🫶

“this is only, and only for the business deal. no more, no less.” + “that's dangerous.”

( event masterlist \ main masterlist \ drop a request ) ★:summary:: in which your husband just can't sleep on the same bed as you because- well his sanity is at it's last thread till it snaps! ★:feat:: lewis hamilton x reader ★:genre:: v lil angst; too much smut

“I have nothing more to add.”

You could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as you stood across from Lewis in the lavish hotel room. Your patience was wearing thin, and his calm façade was pissing you off.

“You're insane if you think I’m just going to-” your words cut off when he abruptly stood up, eyes still staring intently at you.

Why did he even care where you spen the night? You would rather just book another hotel room than sleep on the sole bed while knowing your husband was a few feet away, sleeping on the couch, and not with you purposely.

“This is ridiculous,” you snapped when you found your voice again, your tone cutting through the silence. “I didn't sign up for this kind of treatment.”

Sure, that was a bit extreme. Given that he was always so polite, so prime, so perfect. God, was it a sin to expect him to lose it a bit? To not hold back when you clearly lost it whenever you were around him?

“And what kind of treatment is that, Y/N?” Lewis clenched his jaw, barely holding on to his… temper? “You cannot get another room to stay in, this is not-”

“I’m not sharing a room with you! I don’t give a fuck about what your investors think of us!” you retorted, throwing your arms above your head. “Thought this marriage was only for a business deal?!”

He took a step closer, his eyes darkening with frustration. “That's right. This is only, and only for the business deal. No more, no less.” Lewis’ eye twitched and you rejoiced internally at finally seeing a tiny part of him starting to crack.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, a mix of anger and something else— something you refused to acknowledge in his presence any further. “If that's all it is, then…”

Frankly, the words stung more than you wanted to admit to him and- yourself. You knew this marriage was arranged for the benefit of both your families' businesses, but hearing it out loud, especially from him, made it feel all the more real, and all the more painful.

Were you hoping for a different outcome? Not necessarily. It did hurt, though, when your ‘husband’ stepped onto any tiny flicker of hope you had with his ignorant comments. Why did he act like he didn’t fucking want you?

Because he really doesn't, your mind screamed, and as tears gathered in your eyes, you turned around to leave, but Lewis grabbed your arm, his grip firm but not painful, a desperate plea leaving his mouth. “Wait.”

You shook your head as he turned you around, hardening your gaze, your eyes challenging. His expression was a total contrast, softened with a hint of panic in his eyes. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Please, don't go.”

“What?” You hesitated, feeling a twinge of satisfaction at his apology. But you weren't ready to let him off the hook so easily. “You can't keep saying things like that and expect everything to be fine, Lewis.”

Oh- what a sight it was, to see him close his eyes as he tried to get a check on his composure. “I know. I know, and I'm sorry. Just... stay.” He pulled you closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Please."

There was something in his voice, a vulnerability that you hadn't heard before. It made your resolve waver, and before you knew it, you were leaning into him, your bodies pressed together. His lips found yours in a desperate kiss, all the pent-up frustration and longing pouring out in that single moment and you were taken back to say the least.

“Why do you do this?” you murmured against his lips, your voice shaking. “Why push me away when you know you want this too?”

“Because it's easier to pretend this is just a business deal.” Lewis's grip on you tightened, kissing you again as he sent shivers down your spine with his fingers snaking towards your sensitive parts. “It's easier to keep my distance than to admit how much I- fucking want you.”

“O-oh,” was all you could muster up, nodding but not even listening to him, before the words processed, and you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. “You are a pain to be married to.”

His eyes softened, and he nodded slowly. “I know. I just... I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won't,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his, nails digging into the back of his arms to show him you didn’t care. “But tonight, I want you to.”

“Fuck,” he grinned, biting on your earlobe as his hands roamed over your body, pulling at your clothes, and you let him, your own hands busy with his shirt. The next few moments were a blur of hurried movements and breathless kisses until you were both naked, the cool air of the room bringing goosebumps, or maybe that was just- Lewis, and how his bare skin felt against you.

Before you could savor the moment a bit more, your husband pushed you back onto the bed, his eyes roaming over your body with an intensity that made you shiver. He shamefully checked you out as you did the same,“You’re fucking beautiful.”

Lewis sucked in a breath when you pushed your hair behind, gracing him with the sight of your nipples standing out, just waiting- begging him to put his mouth on them and suck them. You decided to let him be and ran your gaze down his body, clenching around thin air when your eyes found his cock.

Your husband smirked as he loosely stroked himself once- twice then fuck- a third time, knowing you were rubbing your thighs subtly to relieve some of the pressure. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured as he climbed on top of you, his lips finding your neck.

He started trailing kisses down to your collarbone and then lower, mouth open, teeth hurting you just right. “Hmph! Lew-” You choked when he sucked on your nipple, lapping it up and wetting it like a starved man.

“You. Are. Perfect.” Lewis whispered against your skin, taking turns biting each nipple as your breath got caught in your throat. “Fucking hell.” His voice thick with desire, driving you absolutely mad.

You moaned softly, your hands tangling in his hair. “Baby- shit- please” His thumb immediately found your wet hole as he massaged around it when you thrusted up a bit. “Making a fucking mess, you dirty gir-”

Before he could carry on, your hand fumbled down to gather some of your slick before you rubbed it against his length, your husband shuddering against you when he felt you cover him in your own juices.

He moved lower, back to kissing your neck as his knees gave out and his weight fell on your arms. You gasped as his finger flicked upwards, towards your bundle of nerves, he was finally giving you everything you ever wanted, his thumb working you with a skill that left you breathless.

“Lewis- I’m.. I…” You choked out, barely before you figured out what he was drawing on your clit, your hand loosening the grip you had on his twitching- leaking cock. L-E-W-I-S, he kept on drawing this pattern, rendering you absolutely helpless under him.

Your hands found his back, nails probably drawing blood, holding him in place as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. “Cum for me messy girl,” You heard him groan before he took your nipple in his mouth again.

“Fuck- Lew! Shit.” You craned your neck to look down at him, catching his other hand wrapped around his length. His angry tip leaking pre-cum that he was rubbing to stroke himself, his grip tight on his cock.

The thought of your juices mixing together on his cock had you cumming immediately with a staggered moan of his name, your body shuddering with pleasure, he was right there with you, his eyes never leaving your face, mesmerized.

Lewis moved back up your body, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. You could feel him pressing against you, hard and ready, and you wrapped your arm around him, pulling him closer. “I’m here, baby. Such a fucking good girl for me.”

He entered you in one swift movement, a gasp escaping your lips at the sensation, he was so fucking big. Your husband stilled for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath, obviously it had been too long since you both did it.

This was the moment when you realized that all those nights you spent worrying whether he had a mistress were utterly useless because the way your man looked seconds away from cumming just by being inside you for a single second?

“I've wanted this for so long,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion and the softness doing something very ugly to your heart. “I’m afraid it’ll end too soon.”

“Me too, Lewis. Me too.” You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks. Your husband’s cock twitched again and you gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he started to move.

It was slow at first, your soft walls wrapping against every single vein of his cock. “Fuck- I’m- hngh!” Lewis was so gone, eyes closed before he increased his pace. “Shit!” he hissed not believing he’s been missing out on this all this time just because he thought you wanted nothing to do with him.

“Never.. Oh my god- always everything! Lewis- wanted everything…” You trailed off but he got the gist of it. Still not realizing that he was not just thinking- he was saying everything out loud. His hands gripping your hips as he set a rhythm that had you screaming incoherently.

“You feel hah- so good,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your ear. “So perfect.”

You could feel yourself getting lost in the sensation, the way he filled you, fuck he really was so big, felt bigger than he looked and the way his body moved against yours, was so perfect. It wouldn’t be delirious to say you thought you both were made to fit each other.

“We are,” your husband dragged out, voice hoarse and breaking. It was suddenly almost too much, and yet not enough. You needed more, and you told him as much, your voice a desperate plea,“Faster, Lewis. Please.”

Your husband responded by increasing his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, driving you closer to the edge once again. “My beautiful- ah- Y/N! My w- wife.”

You realized he was cumming when you felt his whole body go stiff and a chant of “ah, ah, ah, ah,” fell from his mouth, his cum filling you to the brim. He came so much that the next time he tried to thrust his over-used, over-sensitive cock a little, your poor hole was so utterly slippery that he fell out.

For a moment, you lay there, tangled together, your bodies slick with sweat. And then he pulled away, his eyes searching yours after he was panting a bit less than few seconds before.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice filled with something you couldn't quite place, you didn’t know how he still had his voice intact. “Did... Did you finish again?”

You shushed him before shaking your head, your hand reaching up to caress his cheek. “Not with you inside me.” He groaned at that as his hands squeezed your waist and his head fell right between your marked breasts. “I promise I last longer than this usually.”

His words made your heart beat faster, you made him like this, made him lost control, lost himself after he entered you like so absolutely that he just couldn’t help cumming despite wanting to last.

You tried to stop it but a chuckle escaped your mouth, which didn’t last long at all before he picked up your leg and in a second hooked it around his shoulder, leaning down to kiss your clit that was sensitive as hell, making you immediately gasp.

“I know just how to shut you up.”

And in that moment, as your hands tangled in the locks of his hair as you tried to ride his face, you knew this was something. Whatever this was, whatever it would become, you were in it together. No more ‘no more, no less,’ you guys were way beyond that at this point.

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Yours Or Mine

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?

Genere: Angst, little fluff here and there, I feel like there will be some drama along the way lol

Warnings: strong language I'll add more along the way if there's any

Word count: 520

Chapter one: The Begging of the end

Mercedes was the dream. the one you worked all your life for, so why they are letting you go now?

"listen to me, I hate to see you go but look at the good side it'll be for one season only"

' no cause what the hell are you talking about lew? I feel like I'm getting thrown away and to who? To red bull? To max? really?'

"it's not like that, we're not throwing you away, you're the best aerodynamics engineer we have"

'then why letting me go lewis? Why?' at this point, you've lost it, you're eyes are getting teary and it's hard to see already

"because that was the deal, you know if it was up to me I would never do that to you. now stop crying please let's not make this harder" he said while hugging you.

When you first came to Mercedes you were in an awe, achieving your dreams and all inspired you to work hard to prove yourself, you kept your interactions with everyone friendly at first until one time...

The whole team went out to celebrate after lewis won a race. It was a fun night where you all danced and had drinks.

You and lewis shared a deep conversation that night and since then the people who were once your coworkers became your family, your new home.

So that's why it hurts, having to wear a red bull t-shirt for the season hurts.

You've never liked max as a person, it's just something about his aura that felt off to you. So even if you accepted the term of changing teams, you'll never accept working directly with max it doesn't matter which team he's in. Working with him was definitely out of your list of wishes.

When you went home, the thoughts of starting the season with a new team filled your mind. You knew you had to keep it professional, you have to accept it, but in the same time you didn't know if you are capable of doing that.

The sound of your phone ringing disturbed your thoughts...

"hello"

'hey'

"how are you doing now?"

'still terrible lew' you heard him sigh once you answered him

"I'm sorry.."

'don't.. It's not your fault there's nothing we can do but to accept this'

"but you know it doesn't change anything between us right? You will always be ours"

'I know...but not for this season'

"___"

he sighed again, the way he said your name gave you goosebumps. You and lewis always had this thing between you two. The affect he has on you, it's like electricity every time he says your name specially when he says it like that.

'I'm just saying the truth lew'

"I know.."

You both stayed silent for a few moments, just listening to each other breath until lewis decided to speak again

"I'll miss you" you felt your heart bounding fast like the race cars you see almost every day

'I'll miss you too lew'

Working with max sucks but not being able to see or talk with lewis again definitely sucks more.

A/N: for the first time writing here that wasn't too bad hehe, the reader literally hates max for no reason but she'll come around soon 🤫 please be patient with me I promise it's full of surprises and I would really like to hear your thoughts on this chapter 💕

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A/N: Hey everyone! I just wanted to note that in my fics the reader doesn't have a specific age and also doesn't belong to any specific race so you can imagine her however you want it to be 💕.

Always check the warnings of every fic before reading I'd hate to hurt anyone because of my content, but you're also responsible for what you read.

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Yours Or Mine

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen

Genere: Angst, some fluff, enemies to friends with max, maybe some drama in the future

Warnings: strong language, car accident will add more along the way

Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?

Chapter one

chapter two

Yours Or Mine

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?

Genere: Angst, some fluff, enemies to friends with max

Warnings: strong language, car accident

Word count: 881

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You don't know if you feel betrayed or if you feel like a cheater in your Red Bull T-shirt but you were definitely hurt. You were excited about the new season and the new beginning that it held but all that excitement died once you stepped your foot on Red Bull motorhome.

Chapter two: New Beginning

"welcome to the team!"

"welcome! We're excited to work with you"

"yeah! Hope you feel comfortable here"

'thank you guys, I really appreciate it' you smiled a little

You weren't expecting that, the welcoming and all made you feel warm inside. Maybe it wasn't that bad maybe you misunderstood max and he's a sweet person in the end of the day and you were just overthinking this. You hoped so and you also hope for the season to pass quickly so you can go back to where you belong..

The team meating wasn't bad at all, everyone was focused on the strategy and had the passion to win. Even max wasn't as bad as you thought. You thought that maybe with time you'll get around and learn how to work with them just like the way it happened in Mercedes.

After the meeting finished, you went with the rest of your colleagues to check the car one last time before the race starts and once you made sure everything is perfect you moved inside the motorhome again and waited for the race to start.

When the race started everything was fine until they collided, everything happened so quickly and you found both of Max and lewis out on the gravel. Lewis's car almost went to its side and You gasped, that wasn't a part of the plan. It didn't matter whose fault it was, you wouldn't want lewis to get hurt and in that moment you found yourself hating the season more.

You can't just run to Mercedes motorhome to check on lewis even if both of them had to retire from the race and you wouldn't be needed much here.

When max arrived you pulled him a side

'what the hell was that?'

"what the hell was what?" you can't believe that he actually looks confused

'that fucking clash max, what was that?'

"what do you mean what was that? It wasn't my fault I lost the grip, there's something wrong with the car" and at this point you were fuming

'there's nothing wrong with the car! I literally checked it before the race and everything was perfect'

"well apparently you don't know how to do your job so stop blaming me on something I had no control over"

'excuse you...'

"you heard what I said, you need to get your priorities straight. You're no longer in Mercedes, so stop concerning yourself with hamilton and focus in your job instead" he left you standing stunned. The bad thing that what he said wasn't wrong. You weren't at Mercedes anymore so if anything you should focus on max and max only, but how are you going to do that when all you can think about is lew?

Well maybe this season is going to be worse than you thought.

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Later that day you called lewis after you went to your hotel room

'Hey'

"Hi"

'are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?' you were nervous to hear his answer

"yeah I'm good don't worry how about you? How was your first day?" you breathed in relief

'was worth than I thought' you heard him sigh

"what happened?"

'everything, you were in a crash in the first race of the season and there was nothing I could do, I got in an argument with max and I don't think I can continue like this'

"no wait a sec-why did you argue with max" oh shit. You definitely shouldn't have mentioned that. You can't just tell him that you argued with max because of him.

"hello? are you still here?"

'yeah yeah I hear you'

"so why did you and max argue"

'uhm he said that I'm not doing my job properly' that wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth either. You're not going to tell him that you argued with max because you were too worried about him.

"what? Why would he say that?"

'I don't know let's just change the subject'  you knew if you two kept talking about max you'll expose yourself, you've been always a terrible liar specially when it comes to lewis

After finishing the call with lewis, you spend hours thinking because you've never been confused like that before. You don't adapt to changes easily, you loved being in Mercedes and you loved having lewis as a part of your team, but now you feel like you've lost him and you hated that. The connection you two had was like a magnet, you can't stay away from him too much, he is addictive and once you get closer to him you won't be able to get enough.

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed today's chapters. This is literally the biggest thing I have ever written in my life so I'm kind of proud of it. I'd love to hear your feedback about today's chapter whether do you think there's too much details or if you think the story is moving quickly? I'd really love to hear your opinion because I want to improve and I want everything to make sense you know 😂 next chapter is going to take some time to be posted but hopefully it's going to be better and maybe longer 👀

He was a great person, kind hearted and always inspiring. No one could blame you for your feelings. But you hope that you would come around with time, because in the end of the day you may have lost lewis as a team mate but you still have him as a person right?

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Sleepless Nights - Lewis Hamilton x reader

Lewis Hamilton x female!reader

Summary: Your next-door neighbour is constantly keeping you awake so one day you decide to confront him.

Warnings: Smut, no mention of protection so wrap up before you tap it, fluff, swearing

Word Count: 5.8K

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Another sleepless night you were caused by your next-door neighbour. What on earth was he doing in there? For the past week, he’d constantly keep you awake although you didn’t have to worry about him for most of the month. His job clearly allowed him to travel well, you knew it did. You lived next to Lewis Hamilton, to most girls, it would be a dream come true but no one ever dreams to think of how loud he was during the night. 

At first, you thought he was bringing over a new girl every night but you never heard any moans or saw anyone leave when you left for work the following day. It was strange but you were growing tired of it and tonight was the night you’d confront him. 

The constant banging sound erupted at the usual time of one in the morning. Huffing you threw on a hoodie and attempted to open the door when your cat grabbed your attention. Looking over to your bed you saw Toto, your black cat perched on the sheets, his green eyes squinting at the sudden bright light in the room. 

“Sorry buddy but I’m not having him keep us up all night.” Heading out of your bedroom you quickly walked through your apartment before opening your front door. You hit your fists on his front door rather forcefully. The sudden noise in his flat stopped and you heard footsteps growing louder as the door unlocked. 

He was shirtless and covered with sweat. His braids hung low in front of his face as he took a deep breath. His eyes met yours, a smirk tugging on his lips to see his neighbour standing before him. “Can I help you?” He asked, still gasping for a breath. 

“Yeah, can you maybe stop whatever you’re doing or whoever you’re doing, I’m trying to sleep?” 

Lewis let out a low laugh, looking down at the floor before meeting your eyes again. “Whoever I’m doing?” The laugh grew. “I can assure you I’m doing no one…” A smirk returned to his lips. “Unless you’d like me to -”

“I’d rather you just be quiet at night.” 

“Do you know what I do for a living y/n?” He cocked his head to the side. 

“I’m very much aware.” 

“Then you know I have to train for that.”

“Not at one in the morning you don’t.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Then go for a run outside where I can’t hear you.” Rolling your eyes at him you spoke again. “I’m sure Sir Lewis Hamilton is capable to go for a run by himself.” 

“I don’t want to leave Roscoe.” 

“He’s a dog -” Just as you spoke the English Bulldog came plodding towards the door, his heavy breaths matching his dad's. 

Roscoe stepped towards you, leaving Lewis’s flat to get closer. Unbeknown to you he was picking up on something. He looked to his left and that’s when he met the eyes of Toto. You had completely forgotten to shut the door and Toto had clearly come to see what was going on. Roscoe barked causing Toto’s ears to flatten and he hissed at the dog. 

Roscoe lept forward at the cat causing Toto to flee down the hallway. Roscoe followed, chasing after the animal as you watched in horror. “Toto!” You called for your cat before turning to Lewis. “Go and get your fucking dog!” 

“Roscoe!” Lewis called, quickly leaving his apartment to run after the two animals. You promptly followed suit, running after the animals. Toto was much faster than Roscoe. He sprinted down to the other side of the hallway within seconds whilst Roscoe tried to catch up. Lewis was also faster than his own dog and managed to grab the animal whilst Toto ran up into your arms, sinking his claws into your hoodie, never wanting you to let go of him.

“Christ not only can’t you stay quiet but you can’t control your dog -”

“Your cat is called Toto?” Lewis asked, ignoring your previous statement. “Like my boss?”

“He’s actually named after Toto from The Wizard of Oz.” You replied. 

“You know he was a dog in that film right?”

“Yes, I know he was!” You held your cat tighter. “Are you okay honey?” You looked down at the cat, looking over him to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

Lewis scanned his dog for any marks caused by Toto. “I think he scratched Roscoe…” 

“He deserved it! Chasing my poor boy around like that, he was terffied.” 

“Maybe you should have locked your door then.” Lewis huffed, keeping Roscoe by his side. 

“Maybe you should have a dog with better recall and maybe if you didn’t keep me up all night we wouldn’t be having this discussion right now.” Tightening your grip on Toto you pushed past the man and walked back to your door. “Keep it down Hamilton.” You sent him one last glare before slamming your door shut, leaving him and Roscoe in the hallway together. 

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The days went on and you were yet to hear any sound from Lewis. The only sound you ever heard was him locking his door and telling Roscoe he was going to see Angela. Luckily for you, he was racing in France on the weekend so you knew you would at least get a few peaceful nights' sleep and so would Toto before he returned. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until your shower turned stone cold and never showed a hint of turning warm again. 

You didn’t have time to worry about it as you had to leave for a friend's birthday. Saying goodbye to Toto you headed out the door and headed to the restaurant. 

“So how’s the neighbour?” Your friend asked as you sat opposite her as you ordered starters. 

“Still a dick.” 

“He’s doing well at the moment.” Your other friend, who sat beside you had her eyes glued on a tv screen hidden towards the bar. Your eyes fluttered towards the screen, watching the cars speed around the track. She had a point, Lewis was doing well. You knew he’d had a rough time on the track recently, not that the two of you talked a lot but it wasn’t hard to see when he was known by the world. 

“Maybe if he wins he’ll shut up when he’s home.” You replied, turning back to the menu. 

“It can’t be that bad.” 

“You try living beside him.”

One friend let out a small laugh, her eyes glowing at the thought. “Wouldn’t mind it.” Without looking in her direction you rolled your eyes, trying not to turn your attention back to the screen or encourage their behaviour towards Lewis. 

It was so secret that he was good-looking and evidently had women dropping to their knees for him but Lewis clearly never took any interest, only caring about his career. That was something you and him could both agree on although you seemed to be able to balance both social life and work life, Lewis on the other hand only seemed to focus on work life, maybe that’s why he was so uptight. 

“He’s pretty uptight you know.” You suddenly spoke up. “So obsessed with work -”

“That’s exactly what you’re like.” One of the girls spoke. “Always focusing on your career.”

“But I know how to relax, he doesn’t.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” 

The night went on and you eventually made your way home. There was still no sign of Lewis which was a blessing for you but there was also no sign of hot water again, something which was not so much of a blessing. 

“Fuck sake!” You nearly yelled as you slammed the bathroom door behind you. Toto gave you a look from his seat on your bed. “Sorry boy.” A sign of defeat fell from your lips as you fell beside the cat, letting your hands dance in his fur, earning a low purr from the animal. Your anger turned to a light smile as you watched his reaction, his eyes closed as you scratched his chin however the moment was ruined by a sudden knock at the door. 

Furrowing your brows you left Toto on your bed and made your way to the front of your apartment to open the door. Standing before you was Lewis Hamilton. He leant on the frame of the door, his lips tugging into a smile when he saw your expression. 

“What do you want?” 

His eyes scanned your body, taking in the outfit you had on. “Had a good night?” 

“It was a friend's birthday, didn’t think you’d be home this early. You were racing today…” 

“You watched it then?”

“Don’t have to watch it to know that you were driving.” 

“Good answer.” His smile turned to a smirk. “I just came over to ask you to keep the noise down -”

“Bold coming from you.” 

“I’m just saying y/n, practice what you preach. What were you shouting about anyway?” 

“My water.” You took a deep breath. “I haven’t had hot water in a few days and I really need a shower, I was told it would be fixed by this evening but that didn’t happen.” 

“You can use mine.” He was quick to generate an answer. “Consider it a favour for keeping you up these past few nights.” 

You pondered on the thought. It wasn’t like you couldn’t trust him but you knew he wouldn’t let you forget it. Lewis could tell you were thinking about it. “If you would feel more comfortable with me leaving whilst you shower I have no problem with that, I can wait outside if you want -”

“No.” You cut him off. “It’ll be fine, it’s your own place I’m not going to throw you out because you let me shower.” 

“Up to you.” He stepped back from your door. “Just knock when you’re ready and I’ll let you in.” The smirk turned into a grin as he stepped back, disappearing into his own house and allowing you to get ready. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself that you were thankful for his offer. The feeling of warm water running down your skin felt nicer than cold blades trying to cut it. Reluctant to turn the shower off you indulged in the feeling of the water one last time before stepping out and cutting the water off. Not wanting to take too long and knowing he probably wanted to sleep after his day you threw on a hoodie and shorts, ringing your hair out of the water and putting it up so it didn’t make your clothes wet you walked out of his bathroom and into his front room where he was sat with Roscoe. 

“Thank you.” Your words caught his attention. 

“You’re welcome.” His eyes fell to your hair. “You know I have a hair dryer you can use -”

“Thank you but I have my own, I don’t want to stay longer than I need to. You were in France only a few hours ago…” You paused for a second. “Why did you fly back so soon? Everyone else is still out there -”

“I like being at home, I know I travel for work and that’s a part of the job but being at home with Roscoe, family and friends is a better feeling than being drunk.”

You gave him a light smile. “That’s one thing we can agree on.” 

“Finally.” He laughed. “You know you’re welcome to sit rather than stand in my doorway.” 

“As I said, I don’t want to intrude for long.” 

“I slept on the plane and the way here, I’m fine.” He turned to Roscoe who was sleeping on his lap, snoring away as he twitched in his sleep. “It’s him that you’ll have to worry about.” 

“He’s sweet.” You smiled at the snoring animal. “How long have you had him?”

“Since he was a puppy, he had a sister too.” Lewis pointed to one of the photos hanging on the wall. “Coco but she passed away.” 

A small frown appeared on your face at his words. “Sorry to hear that…”

“What about you?” He quickly turned to you. “When did you get Toto?” 

“As a kid, I always wanted a cat and I begged my parents for one and they said no but my nan always said I should have been able to have one. She passed away three years ago and in her will, she left me some money specifically for a cat. I went to a rescue and they had a mother and her three kittens. Two kittens were adopted but the mum and her last baby weren’t so I took them both in. Unfortunately, Toto’s mum passed last year after a few health conditions but I still have him.” 

Lewis smiled warmly at your story. “That’s cute, why the name?”

“My nan's favourite film was The Wizard of Oz so it seemed fitting.” You met his gaze. “Even if he is a cat.”

Lewis smiled again as he smoothed Roscoe's fur. “You live on your own?” He kept the conversation going. 

“I do.” Your eyes looked around the room. “Evidently you do too.” 

“My brother comes to stay and so does my assistant Angela. A few friends here and there but other than that it’s just Roscoe and me.” 

“Does he come to all your races?”

“Most, if I know it’ll be too hot or too much on him he stays goes to a dog carer, he enjoys it.” 

“Bet you miss him.”

“Of course I do.” He looked down at the dog. “I wish I could take him everywhere with me but it’s not possible. You ever taken Toto out?”

“Took him on a walk once and he tried to bite a child -” 

Lewis had to hold back his laughter at your words. “How?” His smile grew as you started talking again. 

“So I’d seen people walk their cats so I tried it with Toto. I took him to the park in the square, I sat down and looked away for one second and that’s when a child came up next to him and tried to grab his tail and well Toto didn’t like that. It’s my fault really but then again parents should teach their kids to not run up to a stranger's animal, even if it is a cat.” 

He shook his head as he smiled. “Taking it you never took him out again?”

“Only for the vets.”

The pair of you spent the rest of the night just talking about your lives until you could feel your hair starting to dry. You never wanted to overstay your welcome after he’d been so kind to you despite what had happened the other night. When you left a smile was glued to your face, and your heart warmed at the conversation that had taken place. If Toto could speak he’d definitely judge you with more than his eyes. 

— 

The next day someone turned up to fix your water and you later found out it was Lewis who spoke to the building owner about getting it fixed since they didn’t listen to you although since that night you hadn’t seen Lewis much. You’d heard him exercising during the day rather than night meaning he’d clearly taken your complaint on board.

Everything was quiet in your house until a loud bang on your door made both you and Toto jump. The knocking was frequent and rather frantic. “Give me a second!” You called out to the person behind the door. Taking Toto off your lap you placed him on the sofa before answering the door. “Lewis?” Your brows arched at the man. He looked like he’d just had a panic attack, his hands shaking as he held onto Roscoe’s lead. “Are you okay?”

“Please can you do me a massive favour?” 

“What is it?”

“Please can you look after Roscoe for the weekend whilst I’m away? He can’t go with me this weekend and the person who normally looks after him had to cancel suddenly. I haven’t got time to take him to my parents, I have to fly in -”

“I’ll take him.” You held your hand out to take his lead. “It’s the least I can do.” A reassuring smile was displayed on your lips. Lewis could have broken down with gratefulness at your words. He quickly gave you the lead and a bag of his things. 

“I’ve written what he needs, how his food works, his walks, everything… I’ve also written my number in there… please text me -”

“I will.” You cut him off, holding the lead and bag. “Don’t make yourself late Lewis.” He smiled at your words. “Good luck this weekend.” 

“Thank you!” He pulled you into his chest, quickly hugging you before pulling back and kneeling down to pet Roscoe. “I love you, buddy, be good.” He met your eyes again. “Thank you y/n, he’ll behave I promise.”

“It won’t be me you need to worry about, it’ll be Toto.” 

“Poor cat, I’m sorry Toto!” Lewis called out as he started to leave, thanking you until he could no longer see you.

Roscoe walked into your flat like he owned the place, he was just like his Dad. He began sniffing around, making himself familiar with everything until his eyes caught sight of Toto. Toto looked down at the dog, immediately his ears went back and he hissed at the dog, not forgetting what had taken place a few nights ago. 

“Toto…” You warned the cat who arched his back at the dog. Despite the cat's warnings, Roscoe advanced toward him, sniffing the air near him. “Give him a chance.” Toto looked at you as if you were insane. “This will be a long weekend…” 

The first night was the worst, you felt so guilty towards Toto. You were his safe space and now you’d welcomed in an animal who stressed him out beyond compare but the second night was a little better. You were sat on your bed, a cup of tea in your hand as you kept your eyes glued to your television screen. Roscoe was sitting beside you, whining as he saw Lewis on the screen. “Aww, buddy.” You pulled the dog in towards you, his head now resting on your lap. 

Toto was sitting on your bookshelf, his eyes narrowing at the dog and your actions. He clearly wasn’t interested in the qualifying. You kept the TV to watch the interviews after, keeping an eye out for Lewis. As time went on Toto inched closer to the bed, clearly missing your attention and getting jealous of the dog before him. Roscoe was laying on your left side so Toto made his way to your right, nuzzling his head into your side. 

Smiling you moved your arm so he could follow suit with Roscoe's actions and lay his head on your lap. Your heart burst at the sight of the two of them slowly falling asleep on you. Grabbing your phone you took a photo and sent it to Lewis. You knew it would be the first thing he’d see when he finished his interviews and after his rough qualifying session, you knew it would make him smile. 

Like every night Lewis would facetime you to talk and see Roscoe and tonight was no different. The only thing that was different was that Roscoe was asleep and evidently didn’t want to talk to his Dad. 

“How’s he been? Not too hard for Toto is it?” Lewis was in bed, smiling at you through the phone. 

“He’s warming up to him.” You flipped the camera to show him the two animals now sleeping beside one another without you as a barrier. “Finally.”

“Bit like us,” Lewis replied. “You hated me -”

“That isn’t true.” You turned the camera back to face yourself. “I thought you were annoying but I never hated you, Hamilton.” 

“Even when I kept you up?”

“Only annoyed me.”

“Or when Roscoe ran after Toto?”

“Well I was closer to hating you then but you let me use your shower and I forgot about it, I think Toto did too.” 

“What are you doing next week?” Lewis suddenly asked. 

“Waiting for you to get back, why?”

“Just wondering.” He lied. “I’ll be back after the race and I’ll come to get him straight away.”

“No need to rush Lewis, he’s fine here.”

He smiled again, his eyes taking in your appearance. It reminded him of when you finished in the shower at his. You had the same content look on your face, he could look at it all day without getting bored. “Will you watch the race tomorrow?” 

“Of course, I will, good luck, you seemed stressed today -”

“When aren’t I in that car?” He smiled despite his feelings. “It’ll be fine, thank you though.” A smile crept on his lips as he spoke again. “Guess I’ll just have to follow the yellow brick road to victory.” 

Throwing your head back onto the pillow you let out a laugh but Lewis couldn’t help but want you to throw your head back in a different light. Ever since that day you and he had sat and spoken to the early hours of the morning when you used his shower he’d taken a different liking to you. The pair of you were similar yet so different in every way, he loved it. 

“Smooth Hamilton.” Your eyes met his through the phone. “I hope it guides you to luck.”

“So do I y/l/n.” 

“You better sleep.”

“You may have a point, for once.” He teased. “I will see you when I’m home tomorrow. Goodnight Roscoe and Toto!” He called for his dog and your cat. “Goodnight y/n.” His voice turned soft when he spoke to you. 

“Be safe tomorrow.” 

“I will, I promise.” 

With that, the two of you ended the phone call. You would miss talking to him every night, hence why part of you didn’t want him to fly out that night. Maybe it was a good thing that Lewis kept you up that night, after all, he might not have been so inclined to invite you to shower at his when your water went cold and if that had never happened then maybe you would have never taken Roscoe in for the weekend.

Lewis had finished on the podium that weekend meaning he came back in a better mood than he left in. When he returned he’d told you he and a few friends were heading to a local club to celebrate his achievement after a rough run this year. Lewis asked if you wanted to go with him so here you were getting ready for the night ahead. 

Holding up two dresses you turned to Toto. “Which one?” You looked at him as if you expected him to talk and give you an answer. The cat meowed as you held a black dress against your skin, clearly picking that as his answer. “The colour of his race suit… smart boy.” Wearing a matching lingerie set underneath you fixed your hair and waited for him. 

You weren’t waiting long for Lewis. His eyes grew wide when you opened the door. He could have sworn his heart stopped just at the mere sight of you. “You look…” His eyes scanned your body, words stuck in his throat. “Good… I mean beautiful…”

“Thank you.” A warm smile grew on your lips as you stepped towards him, closing the door behind you as you called back out to Toto. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” 

“I might not win every race but I can dress well.” He held his arm for you to take as he let out a small laugh. 

“Very true Hamilton, you know I didn’t think you were much of a drinker.” 

“I’m not but I do make exceptions.” He smiled. “Could say the same about you, when I went into your flat I never saw any alcohol.” 

“Just because you don't see something doesn’t mean it’s not there.” You hit back, arching your brows with a smirk as the two of you left yours and his building. 

“Smart y/n…”

“But you have a point, to an extent. I enjoy a drink occasionally but never push myself to the point of throwing up in the toilet… well that’s not to say I don’t.”

“I’ll hold your hair back.” He smirked. A small laugh fell from your lips as you walked towards the club. 

Needless to say, Lewis would hold your hair back and not in the way you thought he would that night. 

You stayed close to him throughout the night, not wanting to stray too far. Lewis kept his gaze on you as you danced alongside his friends. He watched as his friend's fingers ghosted on your waist. His jaw clenched as his eyes fell on the sight of you both, he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the sight. In his mind, he’d worked for your affection whereas they hadn’t. You and he had gone from shouting at one another to spending endless hours on the phone with one another, just simply enjoying one another's company. 

You could feel someone staring at you from afar. Your eyes met his with a smirk, Lewis held his drink to his lips, his fingers beckoning you to come and sit beside him. Without hesitating you walked over to the bar, ignoring him at first you ordered a drink before sitting beside him. 

“Having fun?” He asked, his tone bland. 

“I am.” You smiled. “Are you?”

“Hmm…” 

“For someone who just got on the podium, you sound rather annoyed.” You looked away briefly, thanking the bartender for your drink before looking back at him. You held the glass to your lips, taking a sip. Lewis’ eyes watched your every move before speaking. 

“What are you drinking?”

“Vodka Red Bull -”

“Really?” An unimpressed expression spread across his face at the mention of a rival team. 

“Have you ever tried it?” 

“No.”

“Then don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Holding the drink out to him you gave him a reassuring look. “Come on, try it.”

He looked down at the drink and back to you. Holding his hand out to take the drink he leaned forward. Your eyes met his as he leaned in. You thought he was going to take your drink but instead, he leaned closer in, attaching his lips to yours. His right hand cupped your jaw, pulling you as close as he could whilst sitting on the stools. 

His tongue darted across your bottom lip as he deepened the kiss, wanting to be as close as he could to you. You kissed him back after a while, his actions took you off guard but you weren’t complaining. You moaned slightly as he pulled away, smirking as he took in your flustered state. 

“You’re right… it does taste good.” He moved your hair from your face before letting his hand fall into yours. “Come on…”

You didn’t hesitate. You followed him without a second thought. Lewis dragged you back to his flat, unlocking the door faster than he could have ever imagined. He pushed you inside and directed you to his room. Lewis nudged you onto the bed, letting you fall on top of the sheets. You propped yourself up to watch him remove his shirt. 

The man was carved by the gods themselves. His tattoos stood proudly on his skin as he stalked forward. “Someone likes what she sees.”

“Just a bit…” 

His hand trailed up your thigh as he lowered down to meet your lips again. His hand ran up underneath your dress, hiking it higher as he pushed you further into the mattress. “So pretty…” He muttered against your lips as he kissed you deeper. Your dress was bunched up at your waist, allowing him to graze his fingers across your underwear. 

He pulled away from your lips, his face falling to your thighs. He started to press light kisses on your thighs, teasing you with every move. “Lewis…” You moaned, bucking your hips as he continued to kiss you closer to where you needed him the most. 

“Yes, love?” 

“Please…”

“Please what?” His voice alone teased you. 

“Please stop teasing me…” You hesitated on the next word. “Sir…”

“Fuck…” He moaned against your skin. “Say it again.” He demanded. 

“Stop teasing me Sir.” Lewis used his teeth to slowly pull your underwear down your legs. Getting bored of his teasing you pulled the rest of your dress over you, leaving you in just your bra. His eyes caught sight of this and a smirk spread across his face. 

“Such a cute set pretty girl…” He let his tongue explore you. “Someone couldn’t wait.” He moaned against your clit as he started to work. 

“Fuck Lewis…” You threw your head back and moaned as felt his hand trail up to your bra, tugging on the black material. Lewis used his free hand to tease you, even more, he grabbed your thigh, making you jump before he slowly entered his fingers inside of you. Gasping at the sudden cold sensation of his rings you arched your back at his advancements. 

“God you taste better than any drink…” His tongue played with your clit whikst his fingers continued to fuck you. He moaned on your clit, drawing you closer to your high. “So good for me…” 

He withdrew his fingers and his mouth, climbing back onto his bed. He ducked his head down once again, your lips hungrily kissing one another. Lewis tugged at your bra one last time, the force itself ripping the material from your chest. “Lewis!” You pulled back. 

He smirked, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. Lewis opened it and took out a card, he placed it in your mouth before speaking. “The pin is 5, 3, 9, 0.” He took your boobs into his hands, tugging on the skin before moving his mouth down to your nipples. “Buy yourself a few sets it.” Lewis tugged your nipple with his teeth, smirking as you bucked your hips into his at the sensation. You let your hands fall down his chest, tracing every inch of his skin. 

As much as he wanted to tease you he couldn’t hold back for much longer. He wanted to be inside you and make you cum around him. He quickly slid his jeans off before kicking your legs open with his knees. He took his card from your mouth and placed it on his bedside table. “Don’t forget that.” The look on his face told you that he wasn't joking. 

Sliding his boxers off he lined himself up before looking back at you. “Are you sure about this?”

“If you stop now Hamilton I will fly to your next race and fuck Verstappen in front of you.” 

Lewis slammed himself inside of you, pushing himself in deep as he nipped at your neck. “He won’t make you feel as good as I do.” He grunted in your skin, pulling himself out and slamming himself back inside. 

“Fuck…” Your head fell into the sheets whilst your hands went to his back, dragging your nails across his skin, creating new marks alongside his tattoos. “You feel so good.” You moaned louder as Lewis kept up the pace, thrusting back in so your hips met. 

“Such a good girl for me…” He fucked you harder. His hand went to your face, his thumb swiping along your bottom lip as he watched your face turn into pure bliss. “You’re perfect.” He leaned down and took your lips into his again, silencing your moans against his own. His teeth tugged on your bottom lip as he slowly pulled out. His hands went to your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach. Lewis pulled you up onto all fours before pushing himself back inside of you. 

He grabbed your hair, pulling your face up as he started to fuck you again. He held his grip on you as he spoke. “God, you look so pretty like this, moaning around me like a good girl.”

“Lewis…”

“That’s it, moan, moan my name so the entire complex knows who fucks you this good.” For a second you kept quiet which made Lewis thrust harder, earning a loud moan to fall from your lips. “I know you can be loud so tell me y/n, who fucks you this good?” Lewis pulled on your hair harder, pulling you up into his chest. His lips ghosted your neck as his hand moved to play with your clit. 

“You do Lewis…” 

“Who? I can’t hear you, sweetheart…”

“You Lewis… you make me feel this good…”

“Yeah?” He taunted. “And are you gonna cum around me?” His actions sped up which only caused you to moan even louder. “You sound like you’re going to…”

“You seem like you’re going to.” You managed to moan back. 

Lewis let out a dark laugh. “Finally found your words?” 

“Shut up Hamilton and make me cum.” 

“You know if I didn’t want to cum inside you right now I would have teased you until the sun came up and I’d have you begging for me to let you cum.” He played with your clit faster, the sensation taking you to the edge. “But I feel like being nice right now…” 

His thrusts had slowly started to fall, a sign that he was close. Lewis held you up as best he could as he continued his actions. “Lewis… I’m gonna cum…”

“Good girl, cum for me y/n.” It didn’t take long for you to be sent over the edge. You let your head fall onto his neck as you came around his dick. The feeling caused Lewis to cum inside of you. His head fell against yours as he came. 

You fell forward against the sheets, Lewis propped himself up, trying his best not to follow suit. He took a breath and stood up, plodding towards his bathroom and grabbing a damp cloth. Kissing your forehead he cleaned you up as best he could before grabbing you one of his shirts and two clean pairs of boxers. He helped you put the shirt on before slipping the boxers onto your frame and followed suit on himself with his own pair. He switched the light off and trailed back to bed. Lewis wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest once again. 

Both yours and his breathing slowed down, matching one another as you both fell into sleep. You felt safe alongside him, a feeling that felt as if no one could ever come close to you. It was perfect. 

Maybe Lewis working out at one in the morning wasn’t so bad.

Pink and Blue - Lewis Hamilton x reader

Lewis Hamilton x female!reader 

Requested? Yes/No: Anon: Hey…Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️‍🔥

Warnings: Smut, fluff, pregnancy, swearing, wrap it before you tap it girlies… 

Word Count: 4.2K

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Lewis couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you interacted with his niece and nephew. Sure you’d met them all before, but things just felt different this time. They’d come to support him at Silverstone and so had your nephew who only happened to be a few months old. You were currently holding your nephew whilst Lewis’s own nephew and niece looked on, smiling at the small boy in your arms.

Ever since he was born your brother spent more time with the two of you, wanting to give his partner a break after the birth which changed something in Lewis. He always knew he wanted children, especially with you but he wanted to wait until he’d finished racing so he could always be there throughout the entire pregnancy and birth but now he didn’t want to wait. 

He wanted one now. 

Lewis came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he looked down at your nephew, a smile playing on his lips as you looked back up at him. If anyone looked on to the two of you they would have thought your nephew was your own child. “He’s getting so big,” Lewis spoke. 

“He’ll be walking soon -” 

“When will he start to talk?” His niece asked. 

“When he’s a bit older,” Lewis replied as he moved to take her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, looking down at the small boy in your arms. 

“Will he come to all the races?” 

“No.” You smiled at the blonde girl. “He’s too small for that,” You looked down at Lewis’s nephew as you finished. “Just like the three of you.” 

“I’m big enough!” His nephew protested. 

“Not yet you aren’t.” He smiled just as their mother called them back over. 

Lewis was set to start the race in a few minutes so you and the rest of his family were heading towards the garage to watch him. When he raced in England everyone who could come to see him did. Even your family would come and watch his races, especially your brother and his wife and now your nephew joined them both. 

“You’re so good with them,” Lewis spoke as he placed a kiss on your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist again. 

“So are you.” 

“Hmm…” He hummed against your skin. 

“You’ve been clingy recently.” Arching your brows you looked back at him. “Ever since he was born -”

“I’ve been thinking…” 

“Don’t do that it’ll hurt your head.” Smirking you turned around to face him, a small laugh escaping your lips at his reaction to your words. 

“And to think I was being nice to you.” He returned the small laughter. “But I was thinking about something.” 

“And what was that?” 

“I -”

“Lewis!” George was currently jogging over to his teammate, waving at the two of you as he grew closer. “Toto wants us un there now, we haven’t got long and he just needs to go over a few things with you.” 

Lewis huffed at the words of his teammate. He’d been plucking up the courage to ask you about having a child for a while now. He just needed the time to be right, the last thing he wanted to do was to scare you with talk of children, especially as the two of you never really talked about it in detail. Just then seemed like the perfect time but George clearly had other ideas.

“I’ll talk to you after.” Leaning up you and Lewis shared a short yet sweet kiss, the two of you wanting nothing more than to share a longer moment with one another but he needed to go and you needed to get Elijah back to his Dad. “Good luck and be safe.” You stressed that last word, with his entire family and the country watching you didn’t need him getting hurt. 

“I’m always safe for you.” He winked. “I promise I’ll come back to you.” 

Those were the words he’d always say as he left to get in the car and every single time he was right, he did in fact come back to you. When the two of you started to date it was the first thing you asked of him. This sport was a dangerous one and there were plenty of drivers that got into those cars and never made it out, knowing that could happen to Lewis made you sometimes wish he never got into this sport but thankfully he was smart on the track, unlike other drivers. 

“Sorry did I interrupt something?” George asked as Lewis spared one last glance back at you and Elijah. 

“No, don’t worry about it, man.” Lewis gave George a small smile but George knew something was wrong. 

“You sure? You don’t seem it… the pair of you aren’t breaking up are you?” 

Lewis snapped his head over at him, his brows furrowed at his words. “Absolutely not, far from it…” 

“Are you going to ask her to marry you?” George’s eyes widened. 

“The ring is in my bag but I was going to tell her something else…” 

He searched his head but George couldn’t work out what Lewis was trying to say. “Well what were you going to ask her?” 

Lewis gave him an uncertain look, debating whether or not to tell him what was really on his mind. George was the type of person that would constantly persist when asking questions, especially when it came to Lewis. He’d looked up to him since he was a child and now he drove for the same team as him. He and Lewis were friends and George knew you well too so if Lewis were to talk to anyone on the grid about what he thought it would be him. 

Lewis looked over at George, holding his gaze as he spoke. “I wanted to ask her if she wanted a baby with me. We’ve been together for a while now and she’s -”

“Is it a boy or a girl?” George suddenly blurted out as they reached the cars. 

“She’s not pregnant.” Lewis looked over at him, a smirk on his lips. “Yet…” He took a deep breath. “I want to tell her but she might not want a child right now. We’ve touched on the subject but never really spoken about it that much.” 

“Maybe now is the time to ask then, you said it yourself you have a ring in your bag. You clearly want her in your life forever -”

“Of course I do George, why wouldn’t I?” He and George shared another glance. “Do you think I should ask her to marry me first?” 

“Since when have you ever asked me for relationship advice?” George smirked. 

“There’s a first time for everything,” Lewis replied. 

“You know what I think you should do?” He grabbed his helmet. “Just talk to her. If you don’t want to be direct then just slip it into the conversation.” He shrugged.

“I planned on being direct and then someone decided to pull us apart.” Lewis followed his teammate's actions, grabbing his own helmet as the two of them headed towards Toto. 

Sending Lewis an apologetic look he and his teammate made their way to the rest of the team for the meeting before getting in the cars before the race started. Meanwhile, you had said goodbye to your family, who were sitting in the stands for the race whilst you stayed in the garage alongside Lewis’s Dad. Lewis was getting into his car when his niece waved and blew him a kiss as they headed to their seats. Lewis returned the gestures to the girl before he turned back to face you, sending you one last kiss before driving out to the track. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself that you hadn’t been thinking of him as a Dad recently. Lewis always made the world around him light up, he just seemed to have that effect on anyone he met so it’s no wonder that he was so good when it came to kids. Even other drivers' children on the grid would always run up to him with open arms and act like they’d known him all their lives. You couldn’t help but wanted that for yourself. 

You had to push that into the back of your mind for now as the race started. He’d been having a rough time on the track and needed all the support he could get, especially in front of his home crowd. The British fans always had his back and that was no different for today. Whatever talk Toto had given Lewis before getting into the car had clearly worked. At one point Lewis was running in P1 but it wasn’t meant to be. He eventually finished in P3, just behind Checo with Carlos winning his first-ever race in Formula 1. 

Throwing your headphones down you ran alongside the mechanics who were making their way over to the cars. Lewis got out, the biggest smile on his face as he threw himself at the mechanics. They cheered his name as he took his helmet off and met your eyes. You were convinced his smile could light up even the darkest of rooms. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face into his. His lips connected with yours and just like that time stopped. Your hands went to his chest, tugging slightly on his race suit as he nipped down on your bottom lip, not wanting to get too carried away in front of the whole world he eventually had to pull away. 

“I’m so proud of you.” You muttered against his lips. 

“Thank you, my love.” He pecked your lips one last time before he headed off to the podiums. Your family and his made their way over to you, their faces mirroring your smile as he looked down at you. His niece held her arms out at you, wanting you to take her into your arms. She clung to your body as you lifted her off the ground to face Lewis. Lewis’s heart swelled with pride seeing the two of you, the thought if having children growing even more. 

As it was Silverstone Lewis had put together a meal for everyone so whilst he finished his interviews you were getting ready in your hotel room. You’d opt for a black dress which hung onto your body like a glove. You were touching up the last of your make-up when the door to your room clicked and a familiar figure walked into the room. Lewis smirked as he watched you never break focus from your make-up, even when he snuck his hands around your waist and pulled you into his hips. 

“You look beautiful…” His lips hovered their way across your neck as he spoke. His hand left your waist and slowly slipped the strap of your dress down your shoulder so he could start to place light kisses on your skin. The sensation made you jump slightly, causing you to lose focus of your makeup, making Lewis smirk. “So…” He kissed your shoulder, growing closer to your face with every word. “Beautiful…” Gripping your hips Lewis spun you around to face him, pushing you against the small table where your mirror sat. 

“We don’t have time…” You pouted, your hands cupping his face. 

“I want one.” Lewis suddenly blurted out, his confidence soaring after his race. His eyes scanned yours as he awaited your reply, hoping for an answer before you spoke. 

“Want what?” 

“I want a baby with you.” Lewis placed a small peck on your lips. “I know we haven’t spoken about it a lot but I’ve seen how you are with your Elijah, you’re so good with him and my niece and nephew. You’d be perfect as a Mum.” 

“You think so?” His hips pushed harder against yours as you replied. 

“I know you would be.” His hand grazed over your stomach, his eyes flickering down to imagine the bump. 

“You know if we had kids they’d have the best Dad.” You mirrored his previous actions and placed a kiss on his lips. “All the kids in the playground would be jealous when they find out their friend's Dad is Lewis Hamilton.” You smiled, imagining raising your child with Lewis. Your child would grow up alongside Formula 1 and deep down you knew there was also a  chance that child would have the bravery and heart of their father and follow in his footsteps, seeing Lewis teach them everything he knew was something you’d imagined for a while.

“Give yourself some credit.” He picked you up and sat you on the table, parting your legs and slowly moving the fabric of your dress to the top of your thighs. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” He dropped to his knees, his eyes meeting yours. “And they’ll know that.” He placed a kiss on your underwear, slowly letting one hand fall from your dress and tug at the lace material. 

“Lewis…” Your words were low as he slowly pulled the underwear down your thighs. His lips teased your skin, kissing and ghosting every inch of your thigh, fanning over where you needed him the most but you knew he wanted to hear you beg for him. 

“Use your words sweetheart… what do you want?” He teased. 

“You…”

“Be more specific.” 

“I want your mouth…” Your hands found their way to his braids, tugging on them slightly in the hopes he’d get the hint. Lewis planted a kiss on your clit, humming at the way you pushed your hips up into him, wanting more. “Please, Sir…” 

Lewis groaned at your words as he pushed your legs further apart before letting his tongue flick over your clit. Humming again he attached his lips around your clit, sucking whilst one hand held your hips down whilst the other started to tease your entrance. He started off slow, wanting to savour every single second of the moment. Lewis loved the way you reacted to his touch, he could feel every jump and hear every gasp that left your lips as his tongue worked its magic. 

He let his hands squeeze your thigh, making you jump further into his mouth as Lewis let his tongue explore your body. Throwing your head back you moaned at his actions just as one of his fingers slowly entered you. The cool sensation of his rings against your warm skin only added to your pleasure. 

“So wet already…” Lewis moaned against your skin. “And I’ve barely even touched you…” He started to speed up his actions, tugging and moaning against your clit which only made your buck your hips harder into his face. 

“Lewis please…” The grip you had on his braids tightened as you felt your orgasam approach. 

“Please what?” Lewis taunted you with his words, adding another finger and increasing his speed. “I want to hear you say it…” 

“Lewis…”

“Don’t act shy now baby, I’ve heard you beg before… say it…”

“Please, Sir…” Your hips bucked into his mouth as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. “Please Lewis let me cum, please…” 

“How badly do you want it?” He moaned as he felt how wet you continued to grow. 

“So badly, please Lewis I want to cum -” 

“You cum when I say…” He added another finger as his mouth went back to the clit, sucking on the bud which only brought you closer to your high. 

“Please -”

“How good does it feel?” 

“So good Lewis, please -” 

He cut you off with his words. “You can cum now, I want you to cum all over my tongue.” As he finished he latched onto your clit again, adding more pleasure as your high finally washed over you. Lewis moaned as he felt you finish on his tongue, his hands now wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to him so you couldn’t squirm away as you came. “You taste like heaven, my love.” He kissed your clit one last time as he rose back to his feet. 

Whilst he held eye contact he slipped his white t-shirt off, standing before you with a smirk. Raising your hands you traced his tattoos until you reached the waistband of his trousers. A playful smile sat on your lips as you let your hands wander, watching his every expression. Lewis grew tired of your light teasing as he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it above your head, throwing it across your hotel room. 

His hands grabbed your boobs, pulling on your nipples as he ground his hips into yours. You gasped at his actions, your nails gently marking his skin as you raked them down his chest. His lips attached to yours before tugging on your bottom lip, the action making you moan which just allowed Lewis to slip his tongue into your mouth. One hand left your boob and made its way to your jaw, pulling you close to him. Lewis would never tire of this feeling, it was like a drug to him. 

He pulled away from your lips reluctantly before he spoke. “I want you…” He took a deep breath before meeting your gaze. “I want a baby y/n… I want one with you… now…” 

Lewis didn’t know but you’d wanted him to speak those words to you for a long time. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else let alone starting a family with anyone else but him. 

“Well, I guess we won’t be needed these.” You held up a condom, the sight made Lewis break into a low laugh as he took it from you and threw it towards the bin in the corner of the room. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Lewis quickly undone his trousers and kicked them off to the floor along with boxers before he lined himself up with your entrance. “You sure you want this?” He asked, his eyes scanning yours for any hint of hesitance. 

“Yes… I do.” You placed a light kiss on his lips. “More than anything.” That was all the Mercedes driver needed. Lewis slowly entered you, moaning at the way you felt around him. 

His head fell on your shoulder as he pushed himself inside of you. Lewis stayed still for a second, allowing you to adjust to his size. Despite you and Lewis having been together for a few years you still always needed just a second. When you were ready you planted another kiss on his lips, a silent way of telling him you were ready. Lewis moved his head from the crook of your neck to look at you as he pulled out and thrust back inside of you. He always loved the way your eyes widened at the feel of him. 

Lewis started at a steady pace, slowly bringing your hips closer to his as he fucked you on the table. “You feel so good around me…” He moaned as his hands pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him to fuck you deeper. 

“God…” 

“God can’t help you now sweetheart.” He slowly picked up the pace as he spoke. 

“I wouldn’t want him to.” As you finished your words he suddenly picked you up with him still inside of you and carried you to the bed. Normally Lewis would throw you down and turn you over so he could fuck you from behind but this time things were different. This time the two of you weren’t fucking for fun but to start a family with one another. He set you down on the bed before he started moving again. One hand dipped to your clit, slowly circling it knowing he’d bring you to another high very quickly. 

His head fell to your chest, taking your right nipple into his mouth, tugging on the bud with every thrust. Your hands went to his back and struggling to find a grip you dragged your nails along his skin. Lewis twitched slightly at your actions, a low moan escaping his lips as he suddenly started to fuck you harder. He moved his mouth from your nipple to your neck, suppressing his moans he latched onto your skin which only made you dig your nails deeper into him. “Fuck…” You heard him groan as he sped up even more. His mouth soon left your neck, a smirk on his lips as he admired the new mark that would let the world know who you belonged to. 

Lewis moved his hands to your hips, thrusting yourself onto his cock. You knew he was close so you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you whilst your hands now found his braids once again, tugging as your lips met but you struggled to keep up with his kisses as his cock hit you in places you never knew it could reach. “You’re so cute trying to compose yourself… when we both know all you want to do is scream my name.” 

“Lewis please…”

“Please what?” A wicked smile found its way to his lips as he started to play with your clit again. “Oh come on sweetheart you didn’t think I would let you cum again without begging for me, did you?” 

“Who says I’ll cum first?” You tried to sound confident but the sudden grip on your left thigh which was now being thrown over his shoulder told him another story. “Fuck Lewis!”

“Louder…” His gaze was stern on you as fucked you at the new angle. “And you will cum, just not yet. I want you to cum when I do… understand?”

Your eyes fluttered open as you spoke. “Yes -”

“Yes what?” He suddenly stopped thrusting but his fingers still worked on your clit, making you squirm. Lewis held your hips down with his free hand so you couldn’t move, his eyes still boring into yours as he spoke again. “I can’t hear you y/n…”

“Yes Sir -”

“Yes Sir what?”

“I won’t cum until you do Sir.” 

“Such a good girl.” He pecked your lips before he started to thrust inside of you again. Both of your moans filled the hotel room, not caring how loud the two of you were being as you inched closer to your high. Lewis had begun to slow his pace down ever so slightly, a small sign that you knew he was close. He set your leg down but made sure you kept your legs wrapped around his waist as he added more pressure on your clit.

“Lewis… I’m so close…”

“I know…” He moaned slightly. “So am I… cum when I tell you…”

“Yes Sir.” He always smiled at the use of the petname. 

“Good girl…” Your hands clung onto his back as he spoke again. “I want you to cum, now… I want you to cum all over my cock, you gonna do that for me?” 

“Fuck yes… Lewis…” You bit his shoulder to cover up your moans as he took one final thrust before he came inside of you. The feeling triggered your high, you came around him which only made him spill more inside of you. He fell onto your chest, not wanting to pull out. 

The pair of you lay there together, the only thing filling the air was your light breathless moans. Your nails traced his back tattoos as you kissed his forehead. “You’re amazing…” Lewis moaned into your shoulder, making you laugh as he slowly sat up. Still inside he planted a kiss on your lips as he moved your hair out of your face. He took in your features, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You always look so beautiful after sex.” 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Your hand cupped his jaw. 

“Glad you noticed.” He winked before he slowly pulled out. He fell beside you on the bed, his hand now falling to your stomach. 

“You know I won’t be pregant yet.” You arched your brow at him. 

“Oh I know but I can still imagine when you will be.” His eyes met yours. “And I can’t wait.” 

“Neither can I.” You shared another kiss when his phone suddenly rang. Jumping apart he looked down at the bedside table to see his brother calling him. 

“Shit… what's the time?” He looked over at you with a panicked look. 

“Umm…” You glanced over to your phone. “Seven twenty-six… why?” 

“We’re twenty-six minutes late to that dinner…” His expression suddenly changed to a sly one. “Was worth it though.”

“Yeah?” You quickly got up to grab your clothes. “Try explaining that to not only your parents but mine.” Lewis smiled at your reaction before he sent you a wink. 

“They’ll work it out in nine months.” 

Hey…

Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️‍🔥

Hello :) Thank you for your request, you can read it here.

Enjoy ;) <3

I'M SO HAPPY FOR HIM, HE DESERVES IT SO MUCH

On The Highest Place On The Podium || LH44

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

request: @evasmlp

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready, Y/N?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where are you?

Behind you, sweetness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Underworld Sun || LH44

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

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

a/n: I knew the vote would come down to Max and Lewis — and I was hoping it would be one of them, don't judge me — and I was anxious to write, I counted the minutes until the end of the vote and I thought of the title beforehand, So here we are. This story is intended to be divided into many parts, I don't know how many parts, but we'll see how it works.. Anyway, enjoy!

Monaco, days before...

It had been a few years — or many, it's natural to lose track of time when you're immortal — since he had walked the streets of Monaco, and no one even imagined that the principality housed the new home of the gods of the Greek pantheon. The gods loved how everything in Monaco was beautiful, luxurious and exuberant, life in Monaco matched the desires and longings of the immortals; he took a deep breath as he entered the massive casino where satyrs dressed in elegant tuxedos awaited him.

"Sir, welcome, we have been waiting for you" the satyr said as he guided him to the central dome, where the other gods were waiting for him, It had barely started and he was already tired, it was always stressful coming to Monaco, having to deal with his brothers and nephews, who were always very irritating.

"Thank you Clocis, I hope I wasn't too late, the traffic was chaotic" he justified himself, even though there was no need, he hated delays, so he hated it when he kept people waiting. However, when it came to his family, any delay could be a blessing.

"People go crazy when Monaco hosts the Formula One circuit, sir," Clocis said, opening the door for the god of the underworld. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"It's not your fault that you have to apologize , Clocis, you can go, I'll go on my own from here, I know Argos needs your help at the casino" he politely dismissed the satyr, who waved and left him alone in the immense corridor. Hades — or Lewis, as he had come to be called since he had taken on that human body centuries before — walked slowly to the main hall, where his family would be gathered.

He pushed the door open, not bothering to wait for the servants to open it, and discreetly took his seat on Zeus's left side. For a long time he felt left out in the division of the spoils of the Titanomachy, but after ages of administering his domains, Hades couldn't feel more grateful for having been "gifted" with the land of the dead. But nothing was better than being alone in the underworld, without his relatives to trouble his patience. Being part of that family, solitude was a balm.

He waited until the uproar died down and the gods calmed down.

"Now that Hades has arrived, we can begin the meeting," Themis said, the goddess remained with her blindfold over her eyes and Hades stopped wondering how she knew things. She wasn't the goddess of justice for nothing.

"You've finally arrived! We thought you wouldn't come" Zeus said, or Michael, as he preferred.

"And I really wasn't coming, but I knew you would send Hermes to disturb me for decades, as you did during the Iliad. I preferred to avoid the fatigue," he replied simply and heard his brother's thunderous laughter. "What is this meeting about?"

The dome was filled with silence. Zeus stood up, making things more theatrical and Hades wondered if it was Dionysus who created the theater.

"A few weeks ago, traces of Persephone's sacred energy were signaled on our radars," he said, causing a commotion among those present. A strange tingling sensation tugged at Lewis's chest, making him shift in his seat. "But it was too fast and we couldn't track it."

"And what are we here for? Do you want us to start searching the gardens and flower fields for her?" Ares grumbled, earning a hard look from Zeus.

"Considering you have an affair with Aphrodite, wallowing in bushes and fields of flowers," Apollo commented from across the semicircle, Charles — or Apollo — he gave a mocking smile before dodging the sword that Max threw at him.

"Enough, shut up you two" a lightning bolt cracked and made them both go silent. "Stay alert, Persephone could be anywhere and we need to bring her home."

Hades drummed his fingers, feeling the itch in his chest grow.

"That was it? You could have sent an email," he commented, seeing Zeus' eye twitch and Poseidon laugh out loud, Ayrton almost fell from his throne, laughing as the brothers fought over their gazes.

"You should spend more time with your family, brother," he said, sitting down again. "We miss you here."

Well, everyone has my business card with my address, I will love to receive visitors, I have added a new head to my collection, you will love it"

"Brother, don't be so bitter, you are missed in our celebrations, you know that"

Lewis grunted in agreement, adjusting the cufflinks on his suit, revealing some of the numerous tattoos he had.

"I believe I am too dark for the exuberant brightness of Monaco," he said, standing up, greeting everyone and disappearing, leaving a dark trail that smelled of burnt wood.

Soon he was inside his car, it was one of the few human activities he enjoyed, driving for hours on end calmed his mind and silenced his demons. It was dramatically ironic that the god of the dead was tormented by demons, and Lewis had plenty of them. He drove through the streets of the principality until he reached the edge of the country, he crossed the border into France and the climate changed radically. The south of France had a rural, provincial feel that didn't quite match the golden exuberance of Monaco, and it was also less oppressive.

He didn't like golden things.

Lewis drove into a small town and just as the bucolic French aesthetic demanded, he parked his car at the only gas station in town and looked around, a small bakery, a bookstore, the church in the center of the village and a flower shop. He didn't know why, but his instincts pointed him towards the tiny flower shop, maybe it was the smell of honeysuckle, or maybe it was because the shop looked like it was straight out of a 1920s movie, and Before he knew it, Lewis had made the bell above the flower shop door ring. Bouquets of roses, lilies, sunflowers, lilies and tulips were scattered in the cramped space, the floral scents mingling, attacking the rhinitis he didn't even know he had.

"Just a minute, please!” Someone said from the back of the establishment and severe chills shook Lewis’s body. He walked around, looking at the flower arrangements, the gift baskets, it was all so delicate that it made him think it was a dollhouse, yet there was something there, something darker and deeper. "Sorry for the delay, the supplier delivered today and my employee is away... It's all in my hands..."

Her voice died the instant she looked at the visitor, suddenly the static between them made their hair stand on end and something sparked in both of their minds.

"Hello, I'm Lewis," he smiled, extending his hand to her.

"Y/N"

Underworld Sun || LH44

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

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

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

p.s.: do you want a taglist?

prologue |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something beautiful, vivid and graceful.

No, he only knew death, fear and dread.

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N was different.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The Fates called me to the hut"

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

"What did they want?"

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

From zero to ten, how fucked was he?

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Underworld Sun || LH44

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

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

a/n: After weeks (my God, how embarrassing) I'm updating this little story that came to celebrate my first hundred followers and today I have three hundred and a little bit, I can't help but be happy and surprised by this, like, you guys really like what I write (give me a minute, I'm emotional here) Anyway, I hope you like it and I apologize, but in this story I really can't bring long chapters.

chapter two

The mastiffs were waiting for him as soon as he stepped into the Black Forest, the black dogs guiding him through the trees, not caring if Lewis was following them. He could feel the dense magic of the place mixing with the magic of Hecate, the goddess of witches was present in every corner of that forest, in the trunks of the majestic pine trees, in the dry leaves on the ground, even in the drops of dew on the plants. Hecate was in everything, watching Hades entering her enclosure, waiting for him to come to her.

And it didn't take long for him to arrive.

A Germanic Gothic cottage, with a window box of wisteria and hyacinths, and more black dogs lying in the doorway. The relaxed posture of the resting mastiffs did little to hiding how attentive they were, Lewis knew that all it took was one false move, one misinterpreted thought for those dogs to tear his body apart until only bones remained. Lewis smelled herbal tea and fruitcake, and Hecate's husky, powerful voice came through the air like a whisper, humming an old lullaby, singing about old gods, past wars and forgotten glories.

The cabin doors opened and Lewis paused for a few seconds, he didn't know if he was ready for whatever Hecate might tell him. He could have gone after Apollo or Athena, but he knew that his nephews would not hesitate to report their concerns to Zeus and everything would become a big family affair, like everything in that family. Hecate was trustworthy, discreet and antisocial, like him, so there was no one better to give Hades any information without ending up in one of the Olympian interrogations.

“As tempting as it may be, I don’t want a salt statue of the god of the underworld on my doorstep, so just come in,” he hears her say, and as if a hand were pushing him, Lewis enters, hearing the doors slam shut with a thud.

The inside of the cabin was exactly as he expected, cozy, mystical, and dark. Candles were scattered everywhere, the smell of hemp mingling with the aroma of the Black Forest. It was easy to recognize who that hut belonged to.

“I hope you’re hungry, I used my best herbs to make a tea, so you better eat.” He found her in the kitchen, arranging the food on the table.

Hecate was a tall, slender woman with dark hair, pale skin, and eyes as dark as night. Small veins of magic flickered around her, making Hecate's hair levitate, the goddess making it clear why she was one of the most powerful in the entire pantheon, powerful enough to make Zeus afraid to face her.

No one would want to be blacklisted by the heiress of Nyx and Erebus.

“I heard some interesting rumors, could you confirm which ones are true?” She pointed to the chair, waiting for him to settle in. Hades opened the button on his jacket and picked up the cup of tea.

“That depends, what rumors have you been hearing?”

“About Persephone, the walls of Tartarus, and something about the games being canceled…”

“The walls are actually falling down, this makes it easier for Cronus and his minions to try to get out..” he clarified, “And as for Persephone... Don't ask me how, but Zeus said she's alive, but remains hidden in some corner of the planet, without manifesting its powers or any trace of its divinity.”

Hecate looked at the god of the dead over the rim of the cup, the goddess's nocturnal eyes seeming to capture the details that Hades left out “And what do you want, Lewis? I like your visits, but I doubt this was a courtesy”

“I was with the Moirai, with the walls of Tartarus crumbling, my domains are in danger, I need to know what to do to stop it”

“and they said what?”

"that I should seek what is lost, but I do not understand" Hades mutters, he hated not knowing things, hated looking like a fool with no answers.

“Her eyes shone, as bright as when the Milky Way appeared in the sky.

“Tell me Hades, do you feel it?”

“What?”

“You feel that hole deep in your soul, deep, immense, growing bigger every day, devouring more and more pieces of you. Something in you was lost so many years ago that you can't even remember.” Hecate said, her voice taking on a deep, dark tone. “"If you don't find what you lost, if you don't fill that hole, Tartarus will continue to crumble, you will continue to be threatened”

“But what did I lose, Hecate?”

“It's not something, it's someone, Hades”

Olympus

“She is your daughter too, Zeus!” Demeter shouted, she didn’t care about Hera’s fierce glares, the queen of the gods detested any mention of Zeus’s bastards. “Bring her home, Zeus!”

All the Olympian gods and creatures felt the tremors shaking Mount Olympus. The trees seemed to grow and it seemed that winter had come early.

“Hermes and Apollo are after her, Demeter, what do you want me to do? Go down there and open every hole in the earth to look for her?” Zeus said, he seemed too calm and peaceful for Demeter, the goddess of agriculture made the entire Earth shake, she might not be the mistress of earthquakes, but no one would want to anger her, well, except Zeus.

“Yes! Because you never thought twice before turning the Earth upside down looking for your lovers!" She said and finally saw Zeus abandon his composure. The heavenly eyes of the king of the gods turned stormy and lightning crackled around him, making the air static. Demeter was approaching a dangerous limit, but she was never known for temperance.

“Hold your sharp tongue, Demeter, I have already made it clear that Hermes and Apollo will bring Persephone back." He stood up, making everyone in the dome fall silent. "Now speak to me like this again and I will ensure that you spend the rest of eternity sealed in an amphora"

Demeter clenched her jaw, trying to contain her anger, she knew it was not good to contradict Zeus when he spoke in that tone, never. Everyone still remembered finding Hera imprisoned on a golden throne, punished for her own arrogance in plotting against her husband. Zeus was benevolent, but even his charity had limits.

“I understand your fears, sister, Persephone has been lost for centuries, I too want her back and I demand that Apollo and Hermes do their best to bring her home”

Demeter nodded and gave a measured bow before leaving the dome, letting the soft scent of ripe wheat perfume the air.

“Athena, Artemis and Hestia, join Apollo and Hermes and help in the search for Persephone, I will not allow us to spend the next equinox celebration with our incomplete family.” He ordered before leaving the dome, making it clear that he would not admit failure, there was no possibility that Persephone would not be home by the next winter equinox.

The gods scattered, wondering what might happen if the goddess of spring was not home in time.

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