Hello love. Could I please request Kimi being in love with Lewis little sister. And he is like really gentleman-y around her. Could Yn please be obvious about this whole thing? Lewis thinks the whole thing is very cute but also amusing.
Cute Italian Guy
The Italian sun was unforgiving that Friday in Monza, drenching the paddock in golden heat and restless anticipation. The 2025 season was as dramatic as it was historic: Lewis was now wearing red for Ferrari, Kimi had shockingly moved to Mercedes, and Carlos was leading Williams with sheer determination.
But the hottest topic in the paddock wasn’t team strategy or tire wear.
It was Kimi Antonelli’s undeniable, head-over-heels affection for Lewis’ younger sister, Yn.
Just turned eighteen, Yn was still getting used to the whirlwind of attention that came with being part of the F1 world. She wasn’t a driver or a celebrity, but somehow, she had become the center of Kimi’s world. And, if everyone else was being honest, theirs too. Watching the normally calm and calculated Kimi transform into a flustered gentleman around her was their favorite new pastime.
"Here, let me carry that for you," Kimi said, appearing by her side the moment she stepped out of the Ferrari hospitality unit, a large tote over her shoulder.
Yn blinked. "Oh, it’s okay, I—"
"Please," he added quickly, taking the bag before she could protest further. "It’s far too heavy for you."
Yn smiled, a soft blush rising to her cheeks. "It just has a water bottle and sunscreen."
"Even so," he said with a slight bow of his head.
Behind them, Lewis leaned against a pillar, sipping his espresso, watching with a smirk.
"You think he realizes he’s acting like a Jane Austen character or something?" Charles murmured beside him.
"Nah," Lewis chuckled. "He’s in too deep. It’s adorable."
Kimi, oblivious to the onlookers, adjusted the strap of the tote over his shoulder. "Would you like something to drink, Yn? I can grab something cold. Lemon water, maybe?"
"I’m okay for now," she said, flustered. "Thank you, though. That’s really sweet."
"Of course," Kimi said with a soft smile. "You deserve sweetness."
Yn looked like she might combust on the spot.
"Someone call race control," Lando quipped from a few meters away. "That girl’s overheating."
Carlos laughed, shaking his head. "If he pulls out a poem next, I’m gone."
---
It wasn’t just a one-time thing. It was every day.
When it rained in Zandvoort, Kimi was there holding the umbrella over Yn’s head, despite soaking himself in the process.
"You’re getting drenched," Yn said worriedly, looking up at him.
"Doesn’t matter," he said, his voice warm and calm. "You shouldn’t get cold."
He always opened doors, pulled out chairs, stood when she entered a room. He remembered what she liked: strawberries, those lavender-scented wipes she always kept in her bag, the kind of music that helped her sleep. And he never, not once, made her feel awkward about it.
Yn, on the other hand, had no idea how to handle it.
"He... offered me his hoodie the other day just because I sneezed once," she whispered to George in the Mercedes garage.
George grinned. "And did you take it?"
"Of course I did! But then I walked around smelling like cedarwood and... whatever cologne he wears. It was distracting."
"Sounds tragic."
"It is!"
Across the garage, Kimi caught her eye and smiled. Yn instantly looked down.
---
In Singapore, things hit a new high.
The heat was unbearable, and Yn had foolishly worn jeans. Kimi noticed her discomfort instantly.
"You’re not feeling well," he said, concern lacing his words.
"I’m fine," she replied, clearly not.
Without asking, he disappeared for five minutes and returned with a small fan, a cool towel, and a chilled bottle of sparkling water.
"Seriously, are you part butler or something?" Oscar teased as Kimi knelt beside Yn, helping her cool down.
"Just someone who cares," Kimi answered simply.
Yn didn’t say a word, just looked at him with wide, confused eyes.
"Why do you do all this?" she asked later, when they were alone, sitting in a quiet corner of the hospitality suite.
Kimi looked thoughtful. "Because you’re kind. And beautiful. And you make my heart race more than any car ever could."
She stared at him, stunned. "You’ve actually said that out loud before, haven’t you?"
He chuckled. "To my mirror."
"Oh my God."
---
Back in Monza, during the Sunday race, Yn sat in the Ferrari garage beside her brother. The noise was deafening, the atmosphere electric.
"He brought you coffee again," Lewis said casually.
"It’s vanilla and oat milk," Yn murmured. "How does he even remember these things?"
"Because he’s in love with you, darling," Lewis said, nudging her. "And you’re clearly into him too."
Yn looked down at the cup. "It’s just... weird. I’m not used to people being... like this. Nice."
"Kimi’s not just nice. He’s sincere."
"I don’t know what to do."
"Maybe just... smile at him. Say thank you. Let him carry your bag and open doors."
"You mean... let him keep being a walking romance novel?"
"Exactly."
---
After the race, where Kimi placed second, he found Yn in the Mercedes motorhome garden, reading under a tree.
"Hey," he said, brushing some dirt from his suit.
"Congratulations," she said, smiling.
"Thank you." He paused, then sat down beside her, close but not too close. "I wanted to ask if... maybe you'd like to go for a walk with me sometime. When the weekend's over."
Yn looked at him, her heart hammering. "Like a date?"
He nodded. "Only if you want to."
She nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes, I want to."
Kimi grinned.
From across the garden, Max leaned toward Lando. "We owe George twenty bucks."
"I said they'd kiss next week, not this one."
---
On their first walk together in Milan, Kimi brought her a single daisy. "I didn't want to be too cliché," he said.
Yn took it, grinning. "You are a living cliché, Kimi. But I like it."
He offered her his arm. "Shall we, m'lady?"
She giggled. "God, you're hopeless."
He smiled. "Only for you."
And somewhere, back in the paddock, a dozen drivers were already plotting how to tease them at the next Grand Prix.
But none of that mattered.
Because Yn was smiling, and Kimi was the reason.
And Lewis? He couldn’t be happier to watch it all unfold.
"Just... treat her right," he had told Kimi the week before.
"Always," Kimi had promised.
So far, he was keeping his word.
And then some.
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pairing . . . gavi x secret!love!child!hamilton!reader
summary . . . When your biggest secret is exposed; being the secret love child of the one and only Lewis Hamilton, it seems like your life is over. But then when a boy by the name of Pablo Gavi starts liking your posts, it feels like life isn't so bad anymore
request . . . no!!
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none! reader is around 19-20! !! the way gavi speaks is probably not accurate but i'm too sick to fix it so !!
faceclaim . . . maria isabel!
alexavia yaps . . . whether reader is from a one night stand or from a established relationship isnt mentioned so its up to you!! DO WE WANT A PART TWO BTW?? i tried to include the lewis child lore as much as i could but like idk its more of a side plot! the last post it shitty asl but im too sick to fix it my pills are doing shit to me
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f1gossip 7 TIME WORLD CHAMPION LEWIS HAMILTON RUMORED TO HAVE A SECRET LOVE CHILD?! last weekend an anonymous source revealed to a popular british magazine that LEWIS HAMILTON had a 18-20 year old (age unknown) daughter! mother is still yet unknown but daughter is called y/n hamilton and has a private instagram
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username1 WHAT.
username2 excuse me???
username3 when i opened insta this was the LAST thing i expected
username4 oh jesus at first i thought she was his baby mama i got scared
username5 shes so gorgeous tho
username6 IUEYGTHSJIUHS??????
username7 WHT THE FUCKL
username8 LEWIS WHAT????? IM SO sHCOKED????
username9 MY SHAYLAAAAAAAA
username10 y/n is such a pretty name wtf? shes also so pretty sigh
username11 i mean with f1 this was bound to happen some time
username12 yeah but not NOW
username13 dawg lewis has had enough of this media shit first with the ferrari signing and now with this
username14 im giggling at the comments theyre so funny
username15 SHE USED TO GO TO MY SCHOLL??????????
username16 can lewis fight
username17 i'd think so yes
username18 TAGGING THEM IS DIABOLICAL
username19 MAMMA MIA??? MADRE MIA???
username20 i will NOT shut up about this until like 2498
username21 stop why is she so pretty
username22 THE lewis hamilton is her dad
username23 i-
username24 COME AGAIN?? WHAR???
username25 who is lewis hamilton? i got this on my feed i dont know who he is
username26 some random racer idk
username27 the comments being a mix of people freaking out and simping is so funny to me
username28 oh to have lewis hamilton's child
username29 WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF HES SO BEAUTIFUL
username30 Y/N?? YOU MEAN Y/N HAMILTON IS ACTUALLY RELATED TO LEWIS???
username31 I FOLLOW HER AND ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE A SIMILARITY OR SUM
username32 SHE LOOKS LIKE HIM TOO
username33 CRYING HOW HAVE I NEVER NOTICED THIS BEFORE
username34 shes living the dream
username35 i feel so bad for the girl and her mom theyre gonna get so much hate just for existing
username36 sigh i wish i was her
username37 uh whos that? IM lewis' wife
username38 babe.....
username39 this made me laugh ngl
username40 oh god i've met someone more delusional than me that's crazy
username41 FATHERRRRR (literally)
username42 IM SREAMING????
username43 I ALWAYS KNEW LEWIS WAS A DILF
username44 i'm so glad her account is private so yall creeps dont attack her
username45 someone people here are outright DISGUSTING
username46 FR like have some DECENCY this man has a family
username47 sigh i want to be as pretty as her
username48 STUNNING.
username49 can he be my step dad
username50 THE GOAT
username51 ONGGGG
username52 FRRR
username53 the next it girl i can feel it
username54 OMG what if she gets with a driver and we get y/n paddock appearances NOT ONLY as lewis' daughter but also as a wag!!!!
username55 oh!
username56 guys dont forget that they are also human beings!!!!!
username57 THE SECOND PIC IM SOBBING THATS SO CUTEEEE THOO LIKE HER MOM PROTECTING LITTLE Y/N FROM THE PAPARAZZI???
username58 id let him hit me with his car
username59 uh
username60 parents (literally)
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yourusername life updates since my secret got out: 1. i've blocked over 2000 gossip sites and removed over 10k people from my followers, 2. i get 50 death threats every minute, 3. my face is in the front of every magazine (in a bad way)
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username61 oh girl i feel so bad for you
username62 gavi in the likes????
username63 only y/n knows how to make a life crisis aesthetic
username64 and to look so pretty while doing so??
username65 queen behaviour
username66 the outfit is not a want its a NEED
username67 50 death threats every MINUTE is crazy
username68 2000??? girl i know your hands were aching
username69 did lewis say anything about this?
username70 hes gone MIA and hasnt said anything
yourbsf don't listen to them pooks, okay? theyre just jealous because youre so pretty and because your dad is THE lewis hamilton
yourusername this made me smile so wide
yourusername i love you so much its unbelievable 😔
yourbsf me too 😔
yourusername lets get married and run away forever
yourbsf yes we should
yourusername ill buy the rings
username72 im still confused on why PABLO GAVIRA is in the likes like sir this is a bad time to shoot your shot
username73 y/n x bsf/name
username74 the otp fr
username75 the lack of lewis is concerning me
username76 fr like WHERE IS HEEEEEE
yourmother you look stunning my love 🤍
yourusername thank you mama 🫶 all your genes
yourmother you flatter me so much
username77 im not crying you are
yourbsf also check my dms i sent you a little message on SOMEONE peeking in your likes
yourusername ill check out right now.....
username78 im like 109% sure its abt gavi
username79 bro who the fuck is gavi and why is he so important
username80 aww y/n looks so cute
yourfriend1 glowing 🤍
yourbsf damn right she is
yourusername oh...😊 you make me blush
yourbsf well its the truth
yourfriend1 sigh what have i done
yourbsf oi shut up let me admire my beautful girl
yourusername i love you your/bsf/name
yourbsf love you too y/n
yourfriend1 i love you so much friend/name of course we'll never leave you out you're such an amazing friend we can't appreicate it you enough 🤍
yourusername are you okay??
yourbsf girl why are you complimenting yourself
yourfriend1 wow yourfriend1 you're so loved around here <33 i'm jealous
username81 HELP IM SOBBING THEIR CONVOS ARE SO FUNNY
username82 how is she so calm wtf
username83 if she ever gets famous NEVER pr train yourbsf
username84 Y/N DONT LET THE HATE GET TO YOU WE ALL LOVE YOU!!!!!!
username85 legit royalty vibes
username86 imagine being this beautiful sigh
pablogavi ❤
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username87 EH???????
username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN.
username89 GAVI????
username90 i cannot tell if they are together or if hes flirting
username91 MY man
username92 gorgeous gorgeous girl
username93 stop i feel so bad for her
username94 the hate is deserved
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username95 sooooo is everyone js gonna move on from gavi's comment or...?
username96 holy fuck imagine waking up one day and your biggest secret is out to the world
username97 where to buy that hair asking for a friend
username98 if i could just maul every journalist and reporter that bothers her
username99 im waiting for the fics on her nd gavi
username100 y/n how are you doing so far
yourusername could be better, feel like crying everytime i look out my window
username100 you doesnt deserve the hate babe, we all love you so much
yourusername STOP IM GOING TO CRY 🫶🥹 THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH
yourmother you really don't, gorgeous. we're all here for you
username101 every being so supportive is so sweet like yes y/n fans are the best
username102 100% agreed
username101 like we ARE the best fandom
username102 EXACTLY stan y/n fans for life
username103 dont know if i should be shocked or unsurpirsed
username104 both
username105 HER BESTFRIEND BEING THE SUPPORTIVE OLDER SISTER FIGURE MY HEARTTTTT
username106 i just know damn well lewis is on the verge of tears
username107 SHES SO GORGEOUS I CANT
username108 if lewis doesnt comment on this i will personally go over to him and force him to
username109 me and y/n are in a parasocial relationship btw
username110 y/n and gavi are my dream couple frrrr
NEW NOTIFICATION: pablogavi has liked 8 of your posts !
INSTAGRAM TEXTS BETWEEN YOU AND @yourbsf
yourusername: sooo???
yourbsf: so this footballer
yourbsf: his name is gavi
yourbsf: and he has liked 20 of your posts
yourusername: whats the problem with that tho i randomly see ppl doing that
yourbsf: he followed you after the article gossip page thing idk got out
yourbsf: THEN he commented a heart emoji which YOU liked
yourusername: what if hes an undercover journalist you never know
yourusername: besides
yourusername: i do NOT remember liking his comment 😭
yourbsf: girl what
yourbsf: he is a world wide known footballer who plays for one of the biggest clubs in the world and has more than 17 million followers
yourbsf: i dont think he'd be an undercover journalist
yourbsf: and you didn't exclude him from the 10k followers you removed after you made your acc private...
yourusername: he could still be a journalist in his secret time you never know
yourusername: running a blog then writing "xoxo gossip girl" at the end of it 😭😭😭😭
yourusername: but like in my defense
yourusername: maybe he followed while i was removing the followers and i didnt see him
yourbsf: your defense is shittier than my shit
yourbsf: y/n don't play games with me you know how i am
yourbsf: besides you have to admit you looked through his acc
yourusername: FINE ILL ADMIT IT
yourusername: hes kinda cute.....
yourusername: KINDA
yourusername: happy now??
yourbsf: yes i am happy now
yourbsf: also kinda my ass your in love with him
yourbsf: i can see your heart eyes through the screen
yourusername: yeah yeah
yourusername: if i post another post and he comments something like a heart or idk ill dm him
yourbsf: bet
yourbsf: send me screenshots
yourusername: i wont bc him commenting in one post is just a COINCEDENCE
yourbsf: say whatever you want y/n
yourbsf: we both know the truth
yourbsf: make sure to capture the whole convo
yourusername: fuck off ❤
yourbsf: see thats the same heart he commented
yourusername: throw yourself into incoming traffic i hate you
yourbsf: you dont <33
NEW NOTIFICATION: pablogavi has liked 29 of your posts !
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caption 1: 💙 // caption 2: in barca 🇪🇸
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yourbsf so youre in barca now? do i need to remind you who lives in barca too?
yourusername hush
yourbsf did he like it yet?
yourusername before you even
yourbsf and you say he doesnt like you
yourusername ITS JUST A COINCEDENCE
yourbsf keep repeating that to yourself until you believe it
yourusername die
username111 PRETYYYY
username112 in barcelona for someone specific? 👀
username113 barca boy and barca girl, couldnt have been better
username114 please be there for gavi
yourmother stunning 🫶 take care and be safe!
yourusername will do! i've given my location to bsf/name and i'll share it with you now
yourmother your father will met you there, yes?
yourusername yes! we've arranged a meeting in this fancy restaurant
yourmother don't forget to send me pictures
yourusername i won't
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pablogavi hermosa 💙 ❤
yourusername muchas gracias 🫶
pablogavi you know spanish?
yourusername just a tiny bit
pablogavi we can meet up sometime then so i can teach you
pablogavi how long will you be here for?
yourusername around two weeks!
pablogavi better come to a match then and i'll teach you if we win
yourusername and if you lose?
pablogavi you teach me english
yourusername yours is already good though
pablogavi i could use some pratice
yourusername deal
pablogavi ill need to contact you so i can send the details
yourusername is this your way of asking for my number?
pablogavi maybe
yourusername smooth
yourusername my number is XXXXXXXX
pablogavi sent a message
yourusername "hola linda"? really?
pablogavi im just saying the truth
yourusername you amaze me
pablogavi i'm glad
username115 love is in the air eh?
username116 that fit is so adorable omgg
username117 gavi gavi gavi gavi gavi gavi
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yourusername when in barcelona 💙 ❤ VISCA EL BARCA
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username118 y/n tell us everything that happened please
yourusername this is gonna be a long one
yourusername so i went to barca to discuss some legal and press stuff with my father then i got invited to attend a barcelona match in a deal to exchange language knowledge and they won so now i am receiving help in learning spanish
username118 thats a lot to take in....? anyway what happened with lewis??
yourusername he and my mother will try to get back together but until then they both own custody over me and now i am officialy lewis hamilton's daughter for real and you might see me in the paddock
Esse imagine pertence a @ari-ana-bel-la e eu estou apenas traduzindo.
O paddock fervilhava de energia enquanto os pilotos se reuniam, desfrutando de um raro momento de relaxamento antes da classificação. A garagem da Ferrari estava excepcionalmente animada hoje — e não por causa de discussões estratégicas ou ajustes de última hora feitos por mecânicos. Não, a fonte da animação era uma menininha risonha que esperava na recepção da Ferrari com seus avós.
Sn, de três anos, filha de Lewis, era um pequeno pacote de energia, e todos que a conheciam concordavam em uma coisa: ela era a criança mais mimada do mundo. Mas ninguém se importava. Como poderiam? A visão de Lewis, o heptacampeão mundial, carregando a filha como se ela fosse o bem mais precioso que existe era algo que ninguém conseguia resistir a sorrir.
— Ele a mima tanto — murmurou Max, balançando a cabeça carinhosamente enquanto todos estavam perto da garagem da Ferrari, conversando antes da sessão.
— Acho adorável — admitiu Carlos, tomando um gole de sua garrafa d’água. — Ela é a criança mais fofa que eu já vi.
— Você quer dizer a mais mimada? — Lando interrompeu. — Você viu o jeito que ele olha para ela? Se ela pedisse a lua, acho que ele daria um jeito de conseguir para ela.
Lewis, que acabara de se aproximar do grupo, revirou os olhos, mas não conseguiu conter o sorriso orgulhoso.
— Claro, eu mimo minha princesa. Ela merece.
A provocação só aumentou com a declaração dele, com George dramaticamente colocando a mão no coração.
— Essa é a coisa mais fofa que eu já ouvi.
Charles, que ouvia em silêncio, riu baixinho.
— Acho legal. Ela só tem três anos. Que bom que ela tem um pai que a ama tanto.
Lewis lançou um olhar agradecido a Charles antes de voltar a atenção para o resto do grupo.
— Vocês simplesmente não entendem. Quando você tem um serzinho que olha para você como se você fosse o mundo inteiro dele, você só quer dar tudo a ele.
Antes que alguém pudesse responder, uma vozinha gritou, cortando o barulho do paddock:
— Papai!
Todos os motoristas se viraram e viram Sn correndo a toda velocidade em sua direção, suas perninhas se movendo o mais rápido que podiam. Sua pequena camisa da Ferrari parecia grande demais para seu corpo miúdo, e seus cabelos cacheados balançavam a cada passo. Mas o que mais se destacava era o coelhinho rosa de pelúcia que ela segurava com força nos braços.
Lewis se agachou bem a tempo de pegá-la quando ela pulou em seus braços. Ele a levantou sem esforço, dando um beijo em sua bochecha gordinha.
— Aí está minha princesa. Você se divertiu com a vovó e o vovô?
Sn assentiu ansiosamente antes de estender o coelhinho para todos verem.
— Olha! Papai me deu um coelhinho!
Todos os motoristas se inclinaram para admirar o brinquedo, mas foi Charles quem teve a maior reação. Ele engasgou dramaticamente, com os olhos arregalados, enquanto tocava delicadamente a orelha caída do coelho.
— Uau! Esse é o coelho mais fofo que eu já vi.
Sn sorriu, visivelmente satisfeita com a reação dele.
— É macio! — Ela pressionou o coelho contra a bochecha antes de entregá-lo a Charles. — Sinta!
Charles, obedientemente, passou a mão no bicho de pelúcia.
— Ah, é muito macio. Qual é o nome dele?
Sn torceu o nariz, pensativa, antes de dar de ombros.
— Coelhinho.
Os motoristas caíram na gargalhada com a escolha simples, mas eficaz, do nome.
— Um nome muito bom — Charles aprovou, assentindo seriamente.
Lewis beijou o topo da cabeça dela.
— Viu? Eu disse que "Coelhinho" era uma ótima escolha.
Sn riu baixinho antes de encostar a cabeça no ombro de Lewis, seus bracinhos envolvendo o pescoço dele.
— Obrigada, papai.
Lando, sempre o instigador, deu um sorriso irônico.
— Tá, mas vamos ser sinceros, querida: quantos bichinhos de pelúcia você já tem em casa?
Sn ergueu a cabeça, pensando bastante antes de levantar quatro dedos.
— Isso aí.
Lewis suspirou.
— Ela tem muito mais do que isso.
George sorriu.
— E mesmo assim você continua comprando mais.
Lewis bufou.
— Como eu disse, ela merece. — Ele balançou Sn levemente nos braços, fazendo-a rir novamente. — Vou mimá-la o quanto eu quiser.
Charles balançou a cabeça com um pequeno sorriso, observando a interação com carinho.
— Acho fofo.
Sn voltou seus olhos brilhantes para Charles novamente.
— Você tem um coelho?
Charles riu baixinho.
— Não, mas acho que preciso de um agora.
Sn engasgou.
— Você pode pegar um! O papai compra um pra você!
O grupo caiu na gargalhada com a confiança dela, e Lewis, brincando, cutucou seu flanco.
— Eu mimo você, não os outros pilotos.
Sn fez beicinho antes de pegar na mão de Charles.
— Eu divido o Coelhinho com você.
Charles colocou uma mão sobre o coração e a outra sobre a dela.
— Sinto-me honrado.
Sn sorriu, visivelmente satisfeita consigo mesma, antes de se aconchegar novamente nos braços de Lewis. Os pilotos continuaram a brincar e provocar, mas havia um calor inegável no grupo. Ninguém duvidou por um segundo que a princesinha de Lewis era a criança mais amada do paddock.
E se Lewis quisesse estragá-la para sempre, ninguém o impediria.
― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x hamilton!reader
― Word count: 1.2k
― Warnings: none I guess.
― Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.
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Mick paced around the room again, and for the looks of it, it wouldn’t take him long to dig a hole in the exact spot his racing boots were hitting.
“We don’t have much time, Mick, you gotta get ready,” Gary, his engineer, knocked on the door, opening it just enough to look at the German.
“Where’s Yn?”
“You mean Yn Hamilton?” he asked, just to make sure and Mick tried to keep his eyes from rolling, too stressed to answer properly, but too polite to give a rude answer to Gannon who was friendly most of the time. The engineer took on the driver's silence, and tried, “I think she’s with Lewis. Want me to get her?”
“Get who?” just from Yn’s voice Mick could guess she was smiling. That bright and big smile he loved so much. The only smile that would be able to calm his racing heart.
Gary waved to Yn opening the door wider for her, he motioned ‘5 minutes’ to Mick and left the lovers alone giving them as much privacy as a small driver’s room could.
“Hey, mouse, what's the matter?” she walked inside and towards him, tipping her face up so their lips could meet in a quick peck.
Mick, however, had other plans.
His hands found purchase on her waist, bringing her body impossibly closer, and his tongue took advantage of the surprised gasp she let out to sneak inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Yn grasped his blonde locks between her fingers, and corresponded the kiss as much as she could, feeling how nervous he was.
When the air made itself scarce, the driver hid his face in the crook of her neck.
“I’m nervous, what if I fuck it up? What if I crash? What if the car is shitty? What if–” Mick started, voice trembling, finally letting his walls down, and showing someone how vulnerable he was feeling.
Sure they had this conversation before, and sure Mick Schumacher knew he was a great racing driver, but he was also a human being and, of course, he had his own insecurities and doubts.
Yn held his face between her hands, leveling it with her own, and looking him in the eyes. His big blue orbs looked at her with adoration and fear all mixed in one, and she smiled sympathetically.
“Close your eyes,” she commanded in a soft tone and he obeyed. “Hear this rustling of people walking around from one side of the other working non-stop?” Mick nods keeping his eyes shut, they’re chest to chest so listening to her soothing voice and feeling her breath evens his. “They’ve been working for a while now so everything is perfect for their number one driver. They’re not sure if the car will beat that Red Bull witchcraft, but they’re doing their best, and they counting on you to do your best as well. It doesn’t matter if this combo doesn’t get you a podium today, there’s always next Sunday. They got the will to make it happen, and they got the driver to do so too. Leave the past in the past, get in that car, and do what you love doing, do what you know you can do, and also what you don’t know you can do yet. We’ll be here watching, rooting, working, and praying.”
Her comforting words and soft tone made Mick lean even more on her touch. He smiled, nodded, and kissed her forehead.
“Where–”
“Here,” she was quick to answer, already knowing he was going to ask from where she would watch the race. Lewis was racing as well, and before Sunday rolled around Yn was asked this question by a lot of people, her brother included. “I’ll watch it from here, you may see me cheering when Lew overtakes others, but I’ll be here rooting for you too. And I don’t care about the outcome, you’re my number one.” She whispered the last part and Mick smiled, kissing her yet again.
“I love you.”
“I love you,” she echoed back, lacing her hands around his large shoulders and enjoying his warmth. “You’re also looking hot as fuck in this new racing suit, please tell me you can sneak one in your bag tonight.”
Mick laughed and nibbled on her neck just enough to make her whine, but before he could give Hamilton a witty answer, there was a knock on the door.
“Go out there and kick ass,” she kissed his chin, and smiled, turning to the door.
And that was exactly what Mick did. He turned the first race of the season into a show. His show. Everyone watched on the edge of their seats as time after time he overtook cars and climbed up to the podium. A fight for the podium went on on the last turn – Lewis, Mick, and Max were fighting for first place, and in the last seconds the Schumacher overtook his future-in-law, hatching the first place and surprising everyone.
The camera panned on Yn watching the race from the Porsche’s garage, and the way she smiled and cheered when Mick got his first win of the season on the first race of the season during his first year with a team that was racing for the first time. It was a first, and how sweet it tasted for everyone. Even for Lewis, who ended up getting second place, but celebrated as if that was his win too.
The team ran for the celebration, and Mick went straight for Yn once the car was parked and the helmet was off. There wasn’t much thinking into it, he just saw her there crying and smiling wearing his team’s merch, his number on her body, his initial dangling from a chain around her neck, Mick couldn’t do anything but kiss her lips in front of the cameras. The cheers and flashes faded during the seconds their lips were sealed, he hugged her close, before jumping on top of the crew. Lewis walked to his sister after the congrats from his own team, he hugged her and they smiled as brightly as ever.
After the podium celebration and interviews, Mick walked back to his garage finding Yn and Lewis there. They were side by side talking, both smiling, and Mick couldn’t help but remember the first time he saw Yn. That day she was talking with Lewis too, it was also the beginning of the season, and now, just like before Mick felt like he could stare at her forever. Yn looked stunning wearing Porsche’s shirt and baggy jeans, the colors of the shirt creating the perfect contrast with her black skin. Her curls were tied on top of her head after the long day. She was stunning, and now he was the one walking into the room, walking to her, his girlfriend.
His heart was doing somersaults inside his chest.
After so many days of worrying and agonizing about the future, he was here with a seat on a great team. After so many days of fear about his relationship, Yn was here, as sure as ever about their commitment. After so many times unsure of the future, Mick was happy with the unknown, happy to discover it with Yn, happy to build his own legacy, happy to experience life to the fullest, and even happier to rule the kingdom of Yn’s heart because he knew damn well she was the queen of his heart, body, and soul.
She was the one he had been waiting for.
“There he is,” Yn said taking Mick from his thoughts and walking towards him again. “My number one,” she whispered hugging him, “the king of my heart.”
And nothing ever felt as right as being in her arms.
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But every time in a fic when the reader is Hamilton's little sister and goes out with Max I cringeeee. It's so passive aggressive towards Lewis like he's a big hater for no reason, and the reader is always against her brother and goes with Max like ???
Or anything with the best friend of your brother I just can’t !!!!
+yall gotta be racist for the way you written those fics cause …
Esse imagine pertence a @ari-ana-bel-la e eu estou apenas traduzindo.
A chuva batia suavemente no telhado da garagem da Ferrari, um som rítmico e suave que preenchia o ar enquanto a equipe se agitava, preparando tudo para a próxima corrida. Era um daqueles fins de semana imprevisíveis em que o clima se recusava a colaborar — mas, para uma garotinha de três anos chamada Sn, aquilo tudo era simplesmente mágico.
Sn estava perto da entrada da garagem, suas mãos pequenas segurando firme uma bandeira vermelha da Ferrari que um dos engenheiros havia lhe dado mais cedo. Seus olhos brilhavam de encantamento ao observar o carro vermelho reluzente no centro da garagem. Aquele era o carro do seu pai e, para ela, era a coisa mais incrível do mundo.
— Uau — sussurrou, enquanto os pneus eram trocados e verificados com uma velocidade impressionante. Tudo parecia tão grande, barulhento e importante, mas Sn não estava assustada. Não quando todos ao redor dela eram tão gentis.
Uma risadinha suave soou ao seu lado.
— Gostou, Sn? — perguntou Angela, agachando-se para ficar na altura da menina. Ela tinha um sorriso acolhedor, do tipo que fazia Sn se sentir segura e confortável.
Sn assentiu animadamente, seus cachinhos pulando com o movimento.
— É tão rápido! — exclamou, fazendo Angela rir baixinho.
Do outro lado da garagem, Lewis estava de macacão, alongando os braços enquanto conversava com um dos engenheiros. Mesmo ocupado, seus olhos sempre procuravam Sn, certificando-se de que ela estava bem. Ele adorava tê-la ali na pista. Era algo especial, compartilhar aquele mundo com sua filhinha.
— Papai é rápido — declarou Sn, orgulhosa, observando a equipe se movimentar ao redor dele.
— Ele é mesmo — concordou Angela, dando um leve aperto em seu ombro. — É um dos mais rápidos.
A equipe da Ferrari adorava Sn. Desde o momento em que ela entrou na garagem com Lewis naquela manhã, havia conquistado o coração de todos. Era impossível não sorrir com sua presença, especialmente quando ela batia palmas entusiasmada sempre que ouvia o rugido de um motor.
— Sn, bambina! — chamou um dos mecânicos, erguendo um boné vermelho com o logo da equipe. — Quer experimentar?
Os olhos de Sn brilharam. Ela deixou Angela guiá-la até o mecânico e soltou uma risadinha quando ele colocou o boné em sua cabeça com cuidado. Estava um pouco grande, mas ela adorou mesmo assim.
— Olha! — disse, virando-se para Angela. — Tô igual ao papai!
— Está mesmo — respondeu Angela, afastando um cachinho de seu rosto. — Você é o amuleto da sorte dele.
Do outro lado da garagem, Lewis viu a filha com o boné enorme e sorriu para si mesmo. Ela estava se divertindo tanto, e honestamente, todo aquele clima chuvoso e os atrasos já tinham valido a pena.
— Certo, vamos começar — disse Angela suavemente para Lewis ao se aproximar dele. — Hora da corrida.
Enquanto Angela o ajudava com o equipamento, os olhos curiosos de Sn seguiam cada movimento. Ela observava enquanto Angela pegava o balaclava e o entregava a Lewis. Sem pensar duas vezes, Sn correu até eles, seus pezinhos batendo no chão.
— Eu ajudo! — anunciou, com as mãos estendidas.
Lewis se virou, um pouco surpreso, mas logo amoleceu ao ver a expressão determinada da filha.
— Quer me ajudar a me aprontar, princesa? — perguntou gentilmente.
Sn assentiu, com o rostinho sério e concentrado.
— Eu vou fazer — disse com firmeza.
Angela riu baixinho e entregou o balaclava a Sn.
— Tudo bem, pode ajudar.
Sn segurou o tecido macio e o estendeu para o pai.
— Aqui, papai. Você precisa disso.
Lewis se agachou um pouco para que ela pudesse alcançá-lo melhor.
— Obrigado, minha menina — disse, deixando que ela colocasse o item em suas mãos. — Você é muito prestativa.
Ela estufou o peito de orgulho antes de voltar para perto de Angela, os olhos atentos ao que vinha a seguir. Era a vez das luvas, que Angela entregou a ela com um sorriso cúmplice. Sn levou a tarefa muito a sério, caminhando de volta até o pai e entregando cada luva com cuidado.
— Luvas, papai — anunciou, observando enquanto ele as colocava.
— Não sei o que eu faria sem você — disse Lewis, brincando enquanto mexia os dedos com as luvas já postas.
Quando Angela pegou o fone de ouvido, Sn estendeu as mãos novamente. Levou-o com cuidado até o pai, que se agachou na frente dela.
— Isso também — disse, a voz suave, mas confiante.
— Você é incrível — elogiou Lewis, deixando que ela ajeitasse uma de suas tranças atrás da orelha enquanto entregava o equipamento.
Por fim, Angela lhe deu o capacete. Sn sabia que era pesado, então o carregou devagar até o pai, colocando-o com cuidado no chão. Ficou parada por um momento, batendo o dedinho no queixo como se estivesse pensando muito seriamente.
— Papai, você tem que ajoelhar — instruiu, com seriedade.
Lewis piscou, surpreso, trocando um olhar curioso com Angela, que apenas deu de ombros com um sorriso divertido.
— Tá bom — disse ele, abaixando-se sobre um joelho. — Assim?
Sn assentiu decididamente antes de se aproximar e depositar um beijinho suave e quente na bochecha dele.
— Beijo da sorte — sussurrou, com a voz doce como mel.
Por um momento, Lewis esqueceu completamente a corrida. Seu coração se derreteu com o gesto, e ele não conseguiu conter o largo sorriso que se espalhou por seu rosto.
— Obrigado, meu amor — murmurou, puxando-a para um abraço. — Você é o melhor amuleto da sorte do mundo.
Ela riu baixinho e, ao se afastar, pegou o capacete e o entregou a ele.
— Agora você tá pronto — declarou.
— Agora estou mesmo — concordou Lewis, depositando um beijo suave em sua testa. — Você me ajudou direitinho.
A equipe da Ferrari, que observava tudo em silêncio, trocou sorrisos e risadinhas. Ver seu piloto sendo tão carinhoso com a filha era quase demais para o coração. Mesmo em meio ao caos de um fim de semana de corrida, momentos como aquele pareciam mágicos.
Angela pegou Sn no colo, balançando-a levemente enquanto Lewis se levantava e ajustava o capacete.
— Você foi incrível, Sn — sussurrou ela. — O papai vai vencer com a sua sorte.
— Vai mesmo? — perguntou Sn, os olhos arregalados de expectativa.
— Claro que vai — garantiu Angela. — Porque você ajudou.
Antes de entrar no carro, Lewis se virou para elas. Com um sorriso, mandou um beijo no ar para Sn.
Os olhos de Sn se iluminaram, e com uma risadinha encantada, ela bateu palmas e fingiu agarrar o beijo no ar. Apertou o punho contra o peito, olhando para Angela com orgulho.
— Eu peguei!
Angela beijou o topo da cabeça dela, balançando-a suavemente.
— Você foi maravilhosa hoje, meu amor.
Os motores rugiram, as vibrações preenchendo a garagem enquanto Lewis seguia para a pista molhada. Mas, para Sn, o barulho nem importava. Ela estava ocupada demais observando seu pai, sabendo, no fundo do coração, que ele venceria — porque o beijo da sorte dela era a coisa mais poderosa do mundo.
Esse imagine pertence a @ari-ana-bel-la e eu estou apenas traduzindo.
O sol refletia nos carros elegantes e brilhantes no paddock enquanto as câmeras disparavam e os fãs aplaudiam. Era uma sexta-feira movimentada na pista, com o burburinho de mais um fim de semana de corrida fervilhando no ar. Os suspeitos de sempre já haviam chegado — pilotos, engenheiros, imprensa — cada um contribuindo para a energia elétrica. Mas nada poderia preparar ninguém para a onda de entusiasmo que tomou conta do paddock quando Lewis chegou, esbanjando confiança e charme.
Seu cabelo, recém-trançado, estava penteado com uma precisão e um estilo que fizeram todos olharem duas vezes. Os padrões intrincados em seu couro cabeludo, elegantes e simétricos, realçavam suas feições já marcantes. Seu comportamento descolado de sempre era realçado por uma roupa elegante de grife — um paletó creme oversized combinado com calças de alfaiataria, adornado com tachas de diamante que refletiam a luz do sol.
— Uau — disse Oscar, cutucando Lando nas costelas enquanto estavam parados perto da garagem da McLaren. — Olha o Lewis. Tranças novas. O cara está arrasando.
Lando semicerrou os olhos, empurrando o cabelo cacheado para trás, sob o boné.
— É, tá limpo. Quem será que fez isso?
O mistério não durou muito. Enquanto Lewis caminhava pelo paddock, os repórteres se aglomeravam, ansiosos para registrar o novo visual. Um jornalista particularmente ousado chamou sua atenção:
— Lewis! Essas tranças são incríveis. Onde você as fez?
Um sorriso largo se abriu em seu rosto, com orgulho brilhando nos olhos.
— Minha filha fez — disse ele, com a voz afetuosa. — Sn trança meu cabelo desde os quinze anos. Ela tem dezoito agora — praticamente uma profissional.
A multidão vibrou de admiração. Claro, tinha que ser Sn. Ela já era uma sensação por si só. Conhecida por sua moda vanguardista e penteados exclusivos, Sn tinha um estilo único que mesclava elegância atemporal com ousadia moderna. Mais de uma vez, ela transformou o paddock em sua passarela pessoal, sem medo de experimentar ou ultrapassar limites. Não era de se admirar que as tranças de seu pai fossem impecáveis.
Quando Lewis chegou à garagem da Ferrari, a internet estava em polvorosa. As redes sociais foram inundadas com closes do seu novo penteado, com legendas elogiando unanimemente o talento de Sn.
Tranças por Sn. Os genes de Hamilton são invictos.
Esqueça os carros. Podemos falar do cabelo do Lewis? A filha dele tem mãos abençoadas pelos deuses.
Lewis passou os olhos pelos comentários em um momento de silêncio, rindo baixinho para si mesmo. O orgulho cresceu em seu peito. Ele sabia o talento da filha, mas ver o mundo reconhecer isso também? Isso era algo extraordinário.
No dia seguinte, quando o paddock pensava que já tinha visto tudo, Sn chegou.
Ela entrou com os avós de cada lado, exalando uma confiança natural. Sua roupa se ajustava perfeitamente à sua silhueta, equilibrada por joias grossas de ouro e botas que estalavam suavemente contra o concreto. Mas foi o cabelo dela que roubou a cena.
As tranças de Sn, uma intrincada cascata de fios castanhos intensos, brilhavam à luz do sol. Cachos pequenos e delicados se entrelaçavam por toda parte, captando a luz a cada movimento. Os padrões eram ainda mais complexos do que os que ela havia feito para o pai, uma verdadeira prova de sua habilidade.
Assim que Lewis a viu, um sorriso se abriu em seu rosto. Ele atravessou a garagem em poucos passos, envolvendo a filha em um abraço caloroso.
— Você mesma fez isso? — perguntou, afastando-se um pouco para examinar as tranças.
— Claro — respondeu Sn, inclinando a cabeça para que ele tivesse uma visão melhor. — Você sabe que eu tinha que me corrigir.
Ele riu baixinho, estendendo a mão para pegar cuidadosamente uma trança entre os dedos.
— Estão lindas, querida. Você se superou.
— Espere até você ver o que eu quero tentar em seguida — disse Sn, pegando o celular. Ela passou os olhos pela galeria de fotos, mostrando a ele uma série de imagens inspiradoras. — Esta tem um padrão geométrico — linhas superdefinidas — e esta… — Ela parou em uma foto de cachos curtos, na altura dos ombros. — Acho que você ficaria enjoado com estas.
Lewis ouvia atentamente, concordando com a cabeça enquanto ela falava. Ele sempre admirava a paixão dela pelo seu ofício.
— Eu confio em você — disse ele. — Seja lá o que você quiser tentar a seguir, eu topo.
Nesse momento, Charles se aproximou, arregalando os olhos ao ver Sn.
— Opa, tá bom — disse ele, acenando com a cabeça em aprovação. — As tranças são demais. Você está fazendo o resto de nós ficar mal.
Sn riu, batendo o ombro de brincadeira no do pai.
— Não tenho culpa se somos os mais estilosos daqui.
— Fatos — acrescentou Lewis, com o braço confortavelmente em volta dos ombros dela. — Está no sangue.
A descontração e o carisma inegável fizeram deles a dupla mais fotogênica do paddock. Câmeras acompanhavam cada movimento, capturando momentos de riso, admiração e carinho. Ao final do dia, a hashtag #HamiltonRoyalty já era trending topic no mundo todo.
Mais tarde naquela tarde, enquanto Lewis se preparava para a classificação, Sn sentou-se na suíte de hospitalidade da Ferrari com os avós, conversando baixinho. De vez em quando, ela olhava para as telas de TV que transmitiam o desempenho do pai na pista, com um orgulho silencioso florescendo em seu peito.
Quando ele emergiu após uma volta alucinante que o colocou na primeira fila, Sn foi a primeira pessoa que ele procurou.
— Eu disse que ia entregar — brincou ele, puxando-a para outro abraço.
— Claro que sim — respondeu Sn, com a voz suave e afetuosa. — Você é o melhor de todos.
À medida que o sol se punha no horizonte e o paddock se tingia de um brilho dourado, a imagem dos estilosos Hamiltons — pai e filha, lado a lado — pairava na mente de todos. O mundo poderia falar sobre estratégias de corrida e tempos de volta o dia todo, mas nada era tão icônico quanto o vínculo que eles compartilhavam. E se havia uma coisa em que todos concordavam, era que Sn estava apenas começando.
