#Nico Answers 💀

[hyacinthine-rewrites]

Got a question for the 7 (Plus Nico and/or Reyna if you like)

Favourite/recommended songs?

(You said the Seven, not the Eight, so Octavian wasn’t included. But if you want him to answer too I’ll put it in the reblogs! Some of these songs include swear words and such, so be aware of that!)

[gh0st-king-nico]

when i want too. gotta keep up the moody and mysterious aura however

[house-of-asmodeus]

I think @zipper-is-ranting is a fake shifter-like they lie a lot in my opinion

their stories seem super fake and made up

I’m not the right person for this. Do you know how many people scammed me on tiktok? SUCCESSFULLY!? I’m naive

I’ve never seen that blog but she seems to be moots with blogs I trust

Idk I’m not good with this😭

[grogumaximus]

[cressidagrey]

Off the Record

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Lara Rosberg (Original Character)

Summary:

Lara Rosberg is F1’s answer to Amal Clooney and (unfortunately) Nico Rosberg’s little sister. Lewis Hamilton is a seven-time- world champion and (unfortunately) the guy Lara’s brother has sworn to never forgive. 

Lara and Lewis have also been secretly dating for nearly two years, which was going perfectly fine… until a single grainy photo sets off a media firestorm and sends Nico into a full public meltdown.

Warnings and Notes: 

Welcome to the thing that stopped me from writing anything else until it was done.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

📸 Instagram Post — @/f1gossipzone

Comments: 

@/f1teaaccount: can we talk about how good she looks tho?? mysterious blonde doing it right

@/gridwivesanonymous: 2025 drama already heating up and it’s only March 😭🔥

@/gridtea: that “mysterious blonde” is giving very Lara Rosberg energy 👀

↳@/f1girliesunite: wait. WAIT. is that NICO ROSBERG’S SISTER???

@/drs_daddies: 😭 not the Rosberg-Hamilton peace talks happening over risotto

↳@/f1memesdaily: someone please check on Nico

@/rosbergstan: That’s definitely Lara. She was wearing that jacket in her cousin’s birthday pics last week.

↳@/f1stanbby: wait WAIT—like Nico Rosberg’s sister???

↳@/carlando_supremacy: WAIT WAIT WAIT. NICO’S sister??? 😭

↳@/hamiltonnation44: you’re telling me lewis hamilton is dating his archrival’s little sister???

↳@/beigeinteriorsofthegrid: does this mean Lewis is gonna be part of the Rosberg family Christmas chaos because I need that

@/f1teaqueen: wait… is that… Lara Rosberg???

↳@/leclercslens: THE LARA ROSBERG???

↳@/gossipgasly: not nico’s little sister and lewis in one frame, i’m gonna SCREAM

@/mercedesmemes: they said enemies to lovers but made it real life

↳@/hamiltonheartclub: no bc they look good together why am i invested

↳@/softlaunchcentral: not a Rosberg-Hamilton alliance in 2025 I wasn't ready

@/f1dramasociety: Hamilton really said “let’s keep it in the family” 💀💀💀

↳@/nrosbergfan89: someone tell Nico before he combusts on main

@/f1drama_daily: NO WAY. LARA ROSBERG AND LEWIS HAMILTON???? THIS IS 2016 FANFIC REALNESS

↳@/paddockcryptid: imagine nico finding out like this 😭

@/nicorosberg: Are you joking.

@/nicorosberg: That’s not a “mysterious blonde,” that’s my sister.

@/nicorosberg: Tell me this is edited.

@/nicorosberg: You’ve got to be kidding me.

@/nicorosberg: This is some kind of weird angle. That’s not who I think it is.

@/nicorosberg: NOPE. No way. Absolutely not.

@/nicorosberg: Why would LARA be out with him?? WHY??

@/nrosberg: IS THIS FROM LAST NIGHT OR IS THIS OLD?? 

@/nrosberg: ANSWER ME.

@/gridgirlboss: the way Nico is unraveling in the comments 💀

@/tifosiwifey: Lara Rosberg dating LEWIS HAMILTON wasn’t on my 2025 bingo card

@/dramatictifosi: “mysterious blonde woman” PLEASE she has a surname. A FAMOUS one.

@/rosbergstan: this is worse than Abu Dhabi 2016 for Nico I fear

@/itsgivingiconic: Nico said “not on my watch” and proceeded to detonate in public

@/dts_demons: can Netflix film the Rosberg-Hamilton family summit please

@/mclarens_mistress: max is gonna hear about this and scream laughing

@/charlesleclurrrr: nico going through the five stages of grief in real time 💀

@/notdanielricciardo: someone check on him before he challenges lewis to a duel

@/f1gossipgirlxoxo: confirmed: mysterious blonde is Lara Rosberg ✅

@/beigeprada: this is so Shakespearean. forbidden dinner. dramatic brother. the collapse of peace

@/hamilover44: if they’re dating i need them on the cover of vogue immediately

@/mclolaren: the secondhand anxiety I’m getting from nico’s comment spree is unmatched

@/tiredeprgirl: and just like that, the Monaco group chats are in flames

***

Vivian Rosberg had just finished tucking their youngest into bed—nightlight on, water glass full, lullaby playlist playing something suspiciously emotional about moonlight—when she padded back downstairs, fully expecting a moment of peace and perhaps a glass of wine.

She’d been gone ten minutes. Twelve, tops.

And in that time, apparently, the apocalypse had unfolded in their living room.

“Nico?” she called, rounding the corner.

There he was—half-on, half-off the couch like a man possessed. His phone gripped in one hand, stress ball in the other, jaw clenched, foot tapping, eyes darting across the screen like he was preparing to launch a full-scale military op via Instagram.

“What are you doing?” she asked, voice already tinged with dread. “Nico?”

He looked up. Wild-eyed. Sweaty. Dramatic.

“It’s Lara,” he said, like it was code for imminent disaster.

Vivian’s stomach dropped. “What happened? Is she okay?”

He wordlessly flipped the phone toward her. She squinted.

A blurry pap shot. Lewis. Lara. Laughing. Her head tilted toward him, his hand on the car door. Caption: Mysterious Blonde. The comments? Screaming. And smack in the middle: Nico Rosberg. Multiple times. In ALL CAPS.

Her brow rose slowly. “You commented nine times?”

“She was on a date,” Nico burst out, leaping to his feet. “With Lewis Hamilton. Lewis. As in: my former teammate-slash-rival-slash-walking ego complex!”

Vivian took a very slow sip of her wine. “Maybe they just had dinner.”

“They don’t look like just dinner!” he gestured at the photo like it physically hurt him. “They look like… like a rom-com poster! She’s laughing. He’s opening the door. There’s eye contact, Viv!”

Vivian squinted again. “I don’t know. Could be a really good punchline.”

He started pacing. “I have to go over there. Right now. Before she does something she can’t undo. Like fall in love with him.”

Vivian nearly choked on her wine. “What?”

“I’m serious. She’s clearly emotionally compromised. I need to speak to her before it’s too late.”

“Nico,” she said sharply, “you are not going to storm her apartment like she’s fifteen and you caught her kissing a boy behind the go-kart trailer.”

“I’m just going to talk to her.”

“You’re going to yell at her.”

“I won’t!”

“You will,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’ll yell, she’ll cry, Lewis will emerge from somewhere shirtless and smug, and I’ll have to spend the entire night repairing your sibling relationship and your blood pressure.”

He faltered.

Vivian stepped closer, her voice softer now. “She’s an adult. A brilliant, terrifying, completely capable adult. And if this is real—if something’s going on—don’t you want her to tell you because she wants to, not because you showed up with steam coming out of your ears?”

Nico deflated like a balloon. “I just… I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“She’s not the one blowing up the internet right now,” Vivian said gently. “You are.”

He stared at the floor. Then the couch. Then the photo again. His fingers twitched like he still wanted to go—but didn’t quite need to anymore.

Vivian reached out, took his phone, and calmly locked it.

“Nico.”

He looked up.

“Sit down,” she said, already turning toward the kitchen. “And if you even think about driving to her place, I will call Toto and tell him you’re having a full emotional crisis over a blurry dinner photo.”

He sat.

But not without muttering, “It wasn’t that blurry.”

***

📚🌍 user: f1filesanonymous [DEEP DIVE] Who Is Lara Rosberg, and Why Is She Basically F1’s Amal Clooney? …and why has she just casually been on the arm of Lewis Hamilton this whole time like it’s NBD???

Okay so you may have seen THOSE photos of Lewis Hamilton leaving a Monaco restaurant with a stunning blonde woman who is clearly trying not to be recognized and failing spectacularly because—surprise!—that “mystery woman” is Lara Rosberg, and she is not new here.

She’s just been quietly running laps around us all for years.

🧾 BASIC PROFILE:

Name: Lara Marie Rosberg Age: 35 Profession: International environmental lawyer, policy advisor, human weapon in heels Known for: — Suing actual oil giants — Getting called “a necessary force of disruption” by the UN Climate Chair — Being the only person alive who can make Nico Rosberg shut up with just a look

👩🏻‍⚖️✨ SO WHO IS SHE?

Nico Rosberg’s younger sister

Studied at Oxford, then took a research fellowship in The Hague

Wrote an article on international water rights that got published in a UN journal before she was 25.

Interned with the UN Environmental Programme 

co-founded Rosberg & Bauman, a high-profile legal firm specializing in climate litigation and international law

Has been quietly advising multiple EU climate initiatives. Probably helped write half the green policies we tweet about and never read.

She’s essentially Amal Clooney for motorsport and climate reform, but with slightly messier buns and a terrifyingly dry wit.

Media Moments You Probably Missed:

2020: led a case that blocked a billion-euro fossil fuel infrastructure project in North Africa.

Gave a TED Talk in 2021 titled “Legal Leverage: Holding Polluters Accountable” that made half the oil industry visibly sweat

2022: Appears at FIA’s sustainability roundtable looking elegant and terrifyingly competent in a black suit. Spoke once. Killed the room.

2023: Profiled in Die Zeit for her work helping establish carbon accountability standards in multi-national litigation. Interview included the quote: “Motorsport is a spectacle. My work is a responsibility.” Everyone on Lawyer Tumblr melted.

🎓 THAT OXFORD MOMENT THOUGH:

The last public sibling appearance was in 2024 when she joined Nico at a Rosberg Ventures panel at Oxford.

Here’s what happened:

Nico gave a 12-minute talk about green tech.

Lara stood politely next to him in a grey silk blouse and minimal makeup.

The Q&A began.

It spiraled.

By the third question, law students were exclusively addressing Lara. Topics included:

The legality of carbon offset schemes

Her thoughts on climate reparations

Whether she preferred the European or Canadian legal frameworks for prosecuting ecocide

If she would consider mentoring

And—direct quote—“How does one become you without selling their soul to McKinsey first?”

Nico, to his credit, took it well. Kind of.

📸 Now About the Photos…

This week, Lara and Lewis were spotted leaving a private dinner in Monte Carlo.

No visible PDA. No statements.

But the vibes were LOUD.

Her laughing, him opening the car door, same vehicle—this is not “just friends and quinoa.”

⚖️ Important to Note:

Lara has always been incredibly private. She avoids PR events unless it’s climate-related, and she has zero public relationship history—despite being, and I quote, “absurdly beautiful in a terrifying EU commissioner sort of way.”

This is likely why the fandom is spiraling and the gossip accounts are eating their microphones.

📝 Conclusion:

Lara Rosberg is what happens when you cross elite academia with Monaco lineage, give her a law degree, an international caseload, and one (1) deeply chaotic brother.

She’s elegant, brilliant, unbothered by fame, and apparently—if the latest photos are to be believed—Lewis Hamilton’s dinner date.

And honestly? As a couple? It’s giving world peace. It’s giving intellectual dominance. It’s giving “He calls her Counselor and means it.”

***

Text Messages — Vivian Rosberg → Lara Rosberg

Vivian Hey. You might want to turn your phone off for the night. Your brother is currently pacing the living room like he’s prepping for a title decider.

Vivian Did you have dinner with Lewis?

Vivian I told him you’re probably just friends. He’s choosing to believe that. Please don’t prove me a liar before sunrise.

Vivian Text me when you’re awake. And maybe warn Lewis if he’s in Monaco. Nico’s dangerously close to printing flyers.

***

Text Messages —  Nico Rosberg → Lara Rosberg

Nico Lara. LARA. Are you kidding me??

Nico Tell me this is a joke. Tell me that’s not you in those pictures. Tell me you have a TWIN I don’t know about.

Nico I SWEAR TO GOD. LEWIS???

Nico Answer your phone. ANSWER. YOUR. PHONE.

 Nico: I SAW THE POST. Don’t even TRY to act like that wasn’t you.

 Nico:  Are you DATING him??? Are you out of your ACTUAL MIND???

 Nico: Call me. NOW.

 Nico: I’m not kidding. This is not a “haha oops paparazzi” moment. This is LEWIS. LEWIS HAMILTON, LARA.

 Nico: ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW????

 Nico: I FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS THROUGH A GOSSIP ACCOUNT. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND????

 Nico: Was that a DATE??? Are you DATING HIM?? Why is he TOUCHING YOU????

Nico: Why is he LAUGHING WITH YOU?? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING WITH HIM???

 Nico: I feel ill.

NICO: Are you INSANE? Have you lost your mind? Did he hypnotize you? Blink twice if you’re being held against your will.

NICO: Why didn’t you tell me? Wait—how long has this been going on? NO. I don’t want to know. YES I DO. TELL ME.

NICO: Are you DATING him or was this just dinner? Be honest. Because you’re smiling in that photo like you’re in love.

NICO: I cannot believe this. My archrival. My nemesis. The man who once parked half an inch too close to me in the garage in 2015.

 Nico: You know what this is? This is betrayal. Family betrayal.

***

Voicemail Transcriptions:

[Voice Note 1] “Okay. Look. I’m going to be calm. I’m going to be respectful. I’m just asking. Are you—ARE YOU SERIOUSLY DATING LEWIS HAMILTON?! Because I—sorry, no. I’m not calm.”

[Voice Note 2] “What happened to standards? What happened to self-preservation?! I taught you how to ride a bike! I protected you from jellyfish! And this is how you repay me?!”

[Voice Note 3] “I saw the way he looked at you in that photo, okay? I’ve been looked at by Lewis Hamilton. That’s not just dinner. That’s strategic affection!”

[Voice Note 4] “I just—Lara. You had dinner with Lewis Hamilton. You had dinner with Lewis Hamilton and you didn’t tell me and now the internet knows and I’M COMMENTING UNDER A GOSSIP ACCOUNT LIKE A TEENAGER—”

[Voice Note 5] “This is fine. I’m fine. Maybe it wasn’t a date. Maybe he was just hungry. Maybe you were… helping him understand nutrition. I don’t know what you do anymore.”

[Voice Note 6] “You are grounded, by the way. I don’t care that you’re an adult. Grounded.”

[Voice Note 7]

 “Vivian is telling me to calm down but she doesn’t understand what this means. This is like…this is like if I just casually showed up married to Sebastian Vettel and didn’t warn anyone. Which I wouldn’t do. Because I HAVE MANNERS.”

[Voice Note 8]

 “Okay, I just think it’s funny—no, you know what? It’s not funny. It’s absolutely deranged. Of all the people in the entire paddock, you go out with Lewis bloody Hamilton. The man who once called me ‘calculating’ like it was an insult. LARA. I—I'm not even mad, I’m just—NO, I am mad. Call me back.”

[Voice Note 9]

 “I’m coming over. No, Vivian says I can’t. But I will. I will climb your balcony if I have to. I know your security code. Actually, you changed it, didn’t you? Was that because of him?!”

**

LARA’S PHONE – 07:12 AM

Missed Calls (16) – Nico Rosberg New Voice Messages (9) Unread Texts (19)

***

Sunlight sliced in through the edge of the blackout curtains, soft and golden as it spilled lazily across the rumpled white sheets. The apartment was quiet. Peaceful. That rare kind of stillness that made it easy to pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Lara stirred beneath the covers, warm and content, tangled in one of Lewis’s oversized T-shirts. For a few precious seconds, everything was calm. Safe.

Then her phone buzzed on the nightstand.

She groaned, blindly reaching for it, eyes barely open as she fumbled with the screen.

Her breath caught.

Missed Calls (16) – Nico Rosberg New Voice Messages (9) Unread Texts (19) 1 from Vivian Instagram: You’ve been tagged in 56 new photos

She blinked. Then blinked again.

“Oh no,” she whispered.

Beside her, Lewis hummed sleepily, still curled under the covers. “What?”

Lara didn’t answer right away. She just held her phone up, screen angled toward him.

“He knows.”

Lewis rubbed at his eyes and took the phone from her hand. His eyebrows rose as he started scrolling.

“My archrival. My nemesis. The man who once parked half an inch too close to me in the garage in 2015,” he muttered. “Wow. I forgot how theatrical he gets.”

“I didn’t.” Lara collapsed back onto the pillows with a groan. “I was really hoping we had one more week of peace.”

Lewis swiped through the notifications and found it—the photo. A grainy shot of them outside the restaurant. Her head tilted back in laughter. Lewis mid-smile, hand on the car door. The moment looked effortless. Intimate.

He turned the phone toward her. “We look good.”

She shot him a glare. “Lewis.”

He smirked, still half-asleep. “Sorry.”

“We were careful,” she muttered, dragging a hand down her face. “We used the back entrance. We didn’t even kiss. I didn’t even touch you.”

“You smiled at me like I invented light.”

She threw a pillow at him. “You smiled first.”

He caught it easily and shrugged. “You were the one who wanted to keep it a secret.”

Lara turned to look at him, eyes sharp. “Did you want to come to Rosberg family dinners?”

Lewis winced.

“Yeah,” she snapped, “I didn’t think so.”

She exhaled hard and dropped back onto the mattress. “God. He’s going to go full 2016. Vivian’s probably hiding his passport as we speak.”

Lewis hesitated before speaking again. “We are going to have to tell him eventually.”

“Define eventually,” she groaned into the pillow.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for her, palm brushing gently along her side, resting just over the soft swell of her stomach. Barely showing. But not for long.

“You’re going to start showing any day now, Lara,” he said softly. “And I’m not letting you hide.”

She closed her eyes. Her voice came quieter. “I’m not trying to hide.”

“I know.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I just want to be allowed to love you out loud.”

Her throat tightened. She reached for his hand and wrapped her fingers around his, grounding herself in him.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Just… maybe give him a decaf tea and ten hours of sleep before we break the news?”

Lewis grinned. “So… no baby announcement via Ferrari Instagram post?”

“Don’t you dare.”

***

Lara startled, barefoot in the kitchen, a mug of tea halfway to her mouth. Her phone, resting on the counter, lit up again—more messages from Nico, one from Vivian, and at least six from various overinvested cousins.

She froze.

Then she heard it.

Banging.

“LARA! Open the door. I know you’re home!”

Her eyes went wide.

“Oh no.”

From behind her, Lewis appeared in the hallway, shirtless, towel slung around his neck. He looked unbothered. Warm. Glowing.

She hated him just a little for it.

“That sounds like Nico,” he said mildly.

“I know.”

“He’s here?”

“I know,” she hissed, voice rising with every syllable.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “So… are we telling him?”

Lara spun to face him, panicked. “No.”

The banging continued. Louder.

“LARA. I’M NOT KIDDING. I SWEAR, IF HE’S IN THERE—”

She spun on her heel, threw open the hallway closet.

Lewis stared at her. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“I’m not. Closet. Now.”

“Lara, come on.”

“Do you want to be murdered by a man who still hasn’t emotionally processed Abu Dhabi 2016?”

He blinked.

“Closet, Lewis!”

He looked at her like he might argue—just for a second. Then he saw the full extent of her panic and swore under his breath before stepping toward the closet.

“I am a seven-time world champion,” he muttered, ducking inside, “and I’m hiding in your linen closet.”

Lara grabbed the door handle.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he added darkly.

She shut the door in his face with a soft click. Then inhaled deeply, set her mug down with trembling hands, and marched toward the front door like a woman preparing for war.

Because Nico? Nico was banging on the door like he absolutely intended to blow her life apart.

She barely got the handle turned before the door flew open, Nico barreling inside like a man on fire.

“Do you have any idea what’s happening online?!” he demanded. “You’re trending. I’m trending! Vivian had to turn off comments on our wedding anniversary post because people think Lewis is now my brother-in-law! Is he here?!”

“Nico—” she tried, but he was already pacing.

“—and to make it worse, you lied to me! You said you were with friends! You said girls night!”

“It was just a friendly dinner,” she said, wildly flustered, stepping in front of him like she could physically block the chaos.

“With Lewis Hamilton?” Nico let out a laugh that sounded half-deranged. “Do you remember 2016? Do you remember what I went through? The psychological warfare?”

Lara pressed her palms together. “Yes! We’ve known each other for years. We talk sometimes. It’s not a big deal. We’re just friends.”

From down the hallway, behind the closed linen closet door— A faint, unmistakable sneeze.

She froze. Nico blinked.

“…Was that—?”

“The pipes,” she said too quickly. “It’s an old building.”

Nico frowned. “You live in a penthouse.”

She didn’t blink. “You are being insane, Nico. We’re not dating. Okay? We are not romantically involved.”

There was a long beat of silence. Then Nico sighed, shoulders deflating slightly.

“…Okay,” he said, though his tone was still edged with suspicion. “Okay. I just—Viv said maybe it was just dinner and I wanted to believe her but the comments were insane and I was spiraling and—”

“I know,” Lara said, voice softening. “It’s okay.”

He rubbed a hand over his face, visibly exhausted. “You’d tell me if something was going on, right?”

Her stomach twisted.

She nodded slowly, resting one hand—casually, carefully—over her still-flat abdomen. Then she smiled and lied, smooth as glass.

“Of course I would.”

Nico exhaled, raking his fingers through his hair. “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry for freaking out. I just—he’s Lewis. You know how I feel about Lewis.”

Lara managed a tense smile. “You’ve mentioned it. Once or twice.”

“I just needed to see for myself that you’re not, you know… caught in some post-midnight Hamilton mind control scheme.”

“I’m good, Nico,” she said gently. “Promise.”

He nodded again, slower this time, reluctant but settling. “Okay. I’ll go. Vivian says if I show up without flowers and an apology she’s changing all the Wi-Fi passwords.”

Lara huffed out a quiet laugh, just barely.

Nico pulled her into a quick hug, kissed her forehead like he’d done since they were kids, and walked out with one last suspicious glance toward the hallway.

She waited until the door clicked shut and the lock turned.

Silence.

Then she pressed her back against the wall and exhaled so hard it nearly rattled the windows.

From the hallway closet came a muffled voice.

“Can I come out now, or do I need to wait for the emotional fallout round two?”

Lara didn’t answer. She just collapsed onto the couch and let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a strangled sob, muffled by the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

A few seconds later, Lewis stepped cautiously into the room. Barefoot, rumpled, he looked like a man recently freed from captivity—and mildly offended by the experience.

He stared at her for a moment. “Are you okay?”

Lara lifted her head slowly, resting her cheek against the arm of the couch. Her voice was flat. “Nico showed up unannounced. You had to hide in a closet. I lied to my brother’s face. I’m pregnant. And the father of my unborn child just sneezed in a linen shelf like it was a hostage bunker.”

Lewis raised his hands. “Technically, it was a very well-organized linen shelf.”

She dropped her head back down and flopped dramatically onto her side, arm over her face. “I can’t do this.”

Lewis crossed the room and knelt beside her, hands braced on the edge of the couch. “You are doing this,” he said gently. “You’re just… doing it with flair.”

“I’m going to be showing in, like, two weeks,” she muttered into the pillow. “There is not a single baggy sweatshirt on earth that’s going to save me from Rosberg family chaos when I turn up glowing and hormonal.”

He laughed softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch lingered.

“Then we stop hiding,” he said. “He’ll survive. Eventually.”

Lara groaned again, dragging the pillow over her face. “Will I survive?”

“Barely,” Lewis said, deadpan. “But I’ll keep you stocked in chocolate and foot rubs.”

“Even when I’m mood-swinging like a possessed Victorian ghost?”

He smiled. “Especially then.”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with something dangerously close to a smile.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the chaos of the morning finally settling into something quieter. Her breathing slowed. His hand rested gently on her calf.

Then she murmured, almost to herself, “We’re going to have to tell him soon.”

Lewis nodded. “You ready?”

She turned her head and looked at him with the kind of expression only a woman who had recently shoved the most decorated driver in F1 history into a closet could manage.

“I just shoved you in a closet,” she said. “Take a guess.”

***

The office was quiet. Sleek. Clinical.

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering blue of the Mediterranean, sunlight dappling across the glass table by the door. But Lara hadn’t looked at it once.

She sat rigid at her desk, spine straight despite the fatigue pulling at her limbs. Her hair was twisted into a tight bun, her dark blazer buttoned neatly over a flowing cream blouse that had started to feel uncomfortably snug across her midsection. A stack of contracts lay open in front of her—thick paper, heavy with redlining—but she’d read the same paragraph four times without taking in a single word.

Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for her water.

Still nothing in her stomach. No appetite. The nausea had been worse this morning, coiling low in her gut and rising bitter in her throat. And on top of that, she was still reeling from the full-body stress event known as The Nico Incident—Lewis in the closet, her brother losing his mind in the hallway, and the quiet guilt that had settled in after like a slow bleed.

She blinked hard. Rubbed at her temple.

The words on the contract blurred again.

“Paul,” she called, her voice thin and strained.

She hadn’t even finished saying his name before her office door opened.

Paul stepped inside with the precision of a man who had absolutely expected this. Sharp suit, smart glasses, and the kind of unflinching judgment only earned after five years of managing Lara Rosberg’s chaos with military efficiency.

“I knew you skipped breakfast,” he said, striding across the room. He set a protein bar and a bottle of green pressed juice on her desk with a decisive thud. “Again. This baby’s going to come out demanding better scheduling and proper prenatal vitamins.”

Lara managed a ghost of a smile. “You’re dramatic.”

Paul arched a brow at her. “I’m observant.”

She nodded faintly, reaching for the juice without drinking it. “Reschedule the ten a.m. with Duval. I’ll take the Thompson brief in here.”

“Already done,” he said, folding his arms. “And I brought ginger biscuits, a backup charger, and the good pen you like.”

Lara exhaled through her nose. Grateful. Exhausted.

Then the edges of her vision wavered.

She blinked, trying to clear it, but her head swam. Heat bloomed behind her eyes, and her stomach flipped dangerously. She swayed slightly in her chair.

Paul’s posture changed in an instant.

“Lara?”

“I’m fine,” she murmured, waving a hand she couldn’t quite steady.

She tried to stand.

The room tilted.

And the next thing she knew, her balance gave out and her knees buckled, sending her careening sideways into the edge of the desk.

“Lara!”

Paul was at her side before she could fall completely, catching her under the arms and lowering her gently to the carpet. Her skin felt clammy. Her pulse fluttered beneath his fingers—too fast, too light.

He pressed a hand to her cheek, already fumbling for his phone with the other.

“No, no, no—don’t you dare pass out on me,” he muttered, his voice somewhere between a plea and a scolding. “You brilliant, emotionally repressed nightmare. You’ve got a whole child cooking in there.”

***

Lewis had just stepped out of the shower when his phone rang.

He barely glanced at the screen—Paul—before snatching it off the counter, a flicker of unease already tightening in his chest.

Paul didn’t call unless something was wrong.

He pressed the phone to his ear, towel slung around his neck, water still dripping from his hair.

“Yeah?”

There was no greeting. No polite pause. Just Paul’s voice, clipped and urgent.

“It’s Lara.”

Lewis stilled.

Every nerve in his body lit up like a warning flare. “What about her?”

“She fainted,” Paul said. “Collapsed in her office.”

Lewis’s breath stopped mid-inhale. His free hand gripped the edge of the bathroom counter, knuckles whitening.

“Did she hit her head?” His voice came rough, rasping.

“No. I caught her. It was clean. But it was bad. She’s been pale all morning. I think she was hiding how awful she felt—skipped breakfast, looked like she was about to throw up before I even walked in.”

Lewis shut his eyes.

Of course she had.

Of course she’d been pushing through it like always—quietly, stubbornly, determined to pretend everything was fine because that’s what Lara did. Even now. Especially now.

Paul kept talking, his voice dropping slightly. “They took her to Monaco General. She’s stable, but still out cold. They’re moving her to room 208 once she’s upstairs.”

Lewis barely heard the rest.

All he could think about was her curled up beside him the night before, her hand resting absently over the soft curve of her stomach. Still hardly showing, but there. Real. Their baby.

It had been a surprise. For both of them.

A terrifying, beautiful surprise.

He remembered how stunned she’d looked when the test turned positive. How she’d said nothing for a long minute, then whispered, “This wasn’t supposed to happen yet.”

And how he’d taken her hand and told her, “Maybe not. But I think it’s the best thing that ever could.”

And now she was in a hospital bed, unconscious, and he hadn’t even been there.

“I’m on my way,” he said, already yanking open a drawer, throwing on jeans without bothering to dry off. “Tell them I’m coming.”

“Lewis—” Paul hesitated, then added, “She’s going to be okay. But I think she’d want you there when she wakes up.”

Lewis didn’t respond. He was already moving, already grabbing keys, wallet, hoodie—wet hair forgotten, socks mismatched.

“Thanks for calling,” he said, voice thick.

He ended the call and bolted out the door.

He didn’t care about traffic. About press. About what anyone saw.

The only thing that mattered was her.

***

The phone rang once.

Then twice.

Nico almost didn’t answer.

He was mid-rant—hands flying, pacing the kitchen like a man still trapped in a cooldown room—his voice bouncing off marble countertops and ignored entirely by his wife, who sat at the breakfast bar scrolling through her iPad and sipping tea like his stress was just white noise.

“You should’ve seen her,” he was saying, his voice rising with every word. “Sweating, stammering—wouldn’t even let me into the bedroom. If that’s not suspicious, I don’t know what is—”

The phone rang again.

He snatched it off the counter without checking the caller ID. “Rosberg.”

A beat. Then:

“Hey, it’s Paul. Lara’s assistant.”

Nico stopped moving.

He blinked. “Yeah?” he said, voice still sharp. “What’s going on? Did she send you? I’ve been trying to reach her all morning—she’s not picking up.”

There was a pause. Longer this time. Uneasy.

“She fainted at work.”

Everything inside Nico went still.

“What?” The word came out flat, disbelieving.

“She collapsed in her office about forty minutes ago. We called an ambulance. She’s at Monaco General. They’re monitoring her, but she hasn’t woken up yet.”

The blood drained from his face.

He sank into the nearest chair like the floor had been pulled out from under him.

Across the kitchen, Vivian looked up sharply.

“Is she—did she hit her head?” Nico asked, voice cracking at the end like it betrayed him.

“No. It was clean. I caught her. But it was bad enough they didn’t take chances. She’s been really pale all morning—kind of shaky. I think she’s been hiding how bad she’s feeling.”

Nico’s stomach twisted.

“She didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah,” Paul said softly. “She’s been doing that a lot lately.”

Nico dragged a hand through his hair, already rising from the chair. “What hospital?”

“Monaco General. Room 208 once they move her upstairs. And—” Paul hesitated, then added, “Look, I don’t know how she’s going to feel about you showing up right now. But I thought you should know.”

Nico nodded, even though Paul couldn’t see it. “Yeah,” he said, voice faint. “Yeah. Thanks.”

He hung up.

The kitchen was silent now.

Vivian was watching him from across the island, her expression unreadable.

“Nico?” she asked gently.

He didn’t look up. His grip tightened around the phone. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. Fragile in a way she hadn’t heard in years.

“She fainted,” he said. “And I was too busy losing my mind over one dinner photo to notice she wasn’t okay.”

Vivian set her tea down and crossed the kitchen.

She didn’t say I told you so. She didn’t say anything at all.

She just handed him his car keys.

Nico stared at them for a long second before taking them from her hand.And then he left.

***

The room was too quiet.

Machines hummed in the background, soft and steady—heart monitor, blood pressure cuff, the occasional beep of a nurse’s console in the hallway. Lewis sat beside Lara’s bed, one hand curled gently around hers, his thumb brushing absent circles across her knuckles.

She hadn’t stirred.

Lara was still unconscious, her breathing slow and steady, her hand resting in his. Monitors beeped steadily. The room smelled like antiseptic and synthetic linen. His fingers never stopped tracing gentle circles across her knuckles, as if the contact alone could anchor her here—safe, real, still with him.

He’d spoken to the doctor. Twice. Everything pointed to a textbook fainting spell—dehydration, exhaustion, stress. But knowing that didn’t stop the gnawing panic sitting in his chest like a stone.

She looked small in the hospital bed. Fragile in a way she never was in the courtroom or at home. And he hated it.

Her skin was pale, her hair pulled back messily, oxygen clipped to her nose despite the doctor’s reassurance that everything was stable. That she’d fainted from stress, dehydration, exhaustion—but that the baby was fine.

The baby was fine.

Lewis had held onto that sentence like a lifeline the entire drive to the hospital.

She hadn’t even wanted him to come this morning. Said she had a brief to finish, a call to take. That she’d be home by lunch.

Now she was lying still and silent, and he didn’t know how to fix it.

The door creaked open.

He turned, expecting Paul.

Instead, it was Nico.

He froze in the doorway, eyes immediately landing on Lara in the bed. And then—

He saw Lewis.

The silence that followed was sharp, immediate, and dangerous.

Nico stepped inside, slowly. His face was pale, drawn tight with something between panic and disbelief.

“What,” he said, voice low and brittle, “are you doing here?”

Lewis stood, careful not to release Lara’s hand too abruptly.

“I’m with her,” he said simply.

Nico laughed—short, incredulous. “No. No, no. Don’t tell me—don’t tell me—you knew she was here. You’ve been here this whole time?”

Lewis met his gaze. “Since the moment I got the call.”

“You’ve got nerve,” Nico snapped, stepping forward. “You hide whatever this thing is with her—sneak around like it’s a game—and then show up here like you belong?”

“I didn’t sneak anywhere,” Lewis said, his voice low and controlled. “She wanted space. She didn’t want to deal with you spiraling. So we kept it quiet.”

“Oh, and that makes it okay?” Nico’s voice was rising now. “You don’t think I had a right to know my sister was—was—”

“She didn’t want to tell you,” he said quietly.

Nico crossed the room in three quick strides. “Tell me what, exactly? That my sister’s been sneaking around with you behind my back? That she lied about it for God knows how long?” He gestured wildly. “What is this? Some sort of sick joke? You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Lewis said evenly.

“You think that makes this better?!”

Lara stirred slightly in the bed. Lewis instinctively glanced down, checking her vitals. Still steady. Still sleeping.

Nico noticed. His voice dropped, but it didn’t lose any venom. “How long?”

Lewis met his eyes. “Over a year.”

“She’s my sister.”

“And she’s not twelve anymore, Nico,” Lewis said sharply. “You don’t get to control her.”

Nico’s fists curled at his sides. “I have every right to be protective.”

“You weren’t protective,” Lewis shot back. “ You were too busy having a public meltdown on Instagram to ask if she was okay.”

Nico flinched. Just for a second.

Lewis didn’t stop. He’d held back for too long.

“She’s been working fourteen-hour days. Skipping meals. Stressed out of her mind trying to hide us—not for her sake, but yours. Because she didn’t want you to react exactly like this.”

Nico’s mouth opened. Closed.

Then—defensively, stupidly— “She didn’t have to hide anything.”

“Didn’t she?” Lewis snapped. “You showed up at her place unannounced, Nico. Do you even know how close she was to telling you that night? And then she saw the look on your face and backed down.”

Silence crackled between them.

Then Nico’s voice, low and disbelieving: “You think I’m the bad guy in this?”

“No,” Lewis said. “I think you’re the brother. But you forgot how to be one.”

Nico stepped forward again, eyes blazing. “You think you know everything, don’t you? You think just because she—what, let you in her bed—you’re suddenly part of this family?”

Lewis’ mouth twisted. His pulse thundered in his ears.

He looked at Lara. Pale. Still asleep. The slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.

Then he turned back to Nico.

Voice calm. Measured.

Devastating.

“I’m not just in her bed,” Lewis said. “I’m the father of her child.”

Nico froze.

Time stopped.

The words settled in the air like dust after a demolition.

“What?” he whispered.

Lewis didn’t repeat it.

Nico blinked at him like he couldn’t comprehend the sentence. Then looked at Lara. Then at Lewis again. His face had gone white.

“You’re lying.”

Lewis didn’t say anything.

“You’re lying.”

He shook his head.

Nico stumbled back half a step like he’d been physically struck. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

The monitor beeped steadily beside them.

Lara didn’t wake.

And Lewis stood completely still, hand protectively on the edge of her bed, watching Nico come apart one slow breath at a time.

***

Nico didn’t remember leaving the room.

One second he was staring at Lewis Hamilton like the man had personally torn his world in half.

The next, he was out in the corridor, back against the cold wall, the sterile white spinning around him like a centrifuge. His breath was too fast. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking. He couldn’t get enough air in his lungs.

She was pregnant.

Lara.

His Lara. His little sister who used to sit cross-legged next to his karting helmet. Who cried when he left for testing in Bahrain. Who called him when she won her first case and who still sent him ridiculous memes when he was stressed out about podcast sponsorships.

She was pregnant. And he hadn’t known.

And the father— Lewis. Lewis Fucking Hamilton.

Nico pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes like that would make the truth disappear. Like he could rub the image out of existence.

He’d been screaming about dinner photos. About hugging. About lies. And all this time—she was growing a life. Their family was growing. And he’d been too busy spiraling into his own ego to notice.

His stomach twisted.

I didn’t know.

He’d said he was protective. That he was looking out for her. But she hadn’t come to him. She hadn’t told him. She hadn’t trusted him. Because on some level, she knew.

She didn’t think I’d be safe with the truth.

And maybe she was right.

Nico stumbled down the hall, past a nurse who looked at him with vague concern, but didn’t stop him. He pushed out through a set of glass doors and into the staff garden—small, shaded, and quiet.

Only then did he sit down hard on a bench, burying his face in his hands.

It was all too much. Too loud in his head. Too heavy in his chest.

His sister was going to be a mother. And he had no idea what to do with that.

Not because he didn’t love her. But because he’d spent so long trying to control her, to protect her from the world, that he hadn’t noticed she didn’t need protecting anymore.

She needed support. Softness. Belief.

And he’d failed. Spectacularly.

A choked sound escaped his throat. Something between a laugh and a sob.

God, she was going to kill him when she woke up.

And maybe she should.

***

The first thing Lara felt was the pillow under her head. Soft. Cool. Tucked just the way she liked it.

The second was the dull ache in her temple. And her mouth—dry, cottony. A strange taste lingered on her tongue, like antiseptic air and faint regret.

She blinked slowly. The room came into focus.

White ceiling. Faint beeping. Clean sheets.

Hospital.

Then—

A warm hand, curled gently around hers.

She turned her head and found Lewis sitting beside her bed. Still in the hoodie from that morning. His jaw was tight. His thumb was stroking her knuckles in slow, silent circles, but his eyes were fixed on the wall like he was holding back a flood.

“Hey,” she croaked, voice rough.

His head snapped around.

“Lara.” His voice cracked like he’d been holding his breath for hours. “You’re awake.”

“Unfortunately.” She tried for a smile. “Did I pass out in court or…?”

He huffed a breath—half a laugh, half relief—and shook his head. “Your office.”

“Ugh.” She sank further into the pillow. “Paul’s going to make this dramatic, isn’t he?”

Lewis didn’t answer right away.

Her brows knit.

“Wait,” she said slowly. “How long was I out?”

“Couple hours.” He hesitated. “Doctor said it was stress. Dehydration.”

She could feel it now. The heaviness. The hollow ache in her ribs. The tremble in her limbs like her body had burned through every reserve and then kept going anyway.

“I should’ve stayed home,” she whispered.

“I tried to make you,” Lewis said, voice quiet.

She turned her head toward him. His face hadn’t softened. If anything, the worry had carved itself deeper.

She swallowed. “Is the baby—?”

“They checked,” he said quickly, firmly. “Everything’s okay. Strong heartbeat. No signs of distress.”

Lara’s eyes filled with tears so fast it caught her off guard.

“Oh thank God,” she breathed. “I didn’t know. I couldn’t feel—”

“I know,” Lewis murmured, bringing her hand to his lips. “But they’re okay. You both are.”

She nodded, just once, eyes closing for a moment as the fear receded—still lingering at the edges, but no longer swallowing her whole.

A long pause passed between them.

“…What happened?”

He paused. Looked down at her hand in his. Squeezed it gently.

Then: “Nico came.”

Her stomach dropped.

She closed her eyes. “No.”

“He found out.”

“No.”

“He saw me here,” Lewis added softly. “And—he figured it out.”

Lara groaned and dragged a hand over her face. “How bad was it?”

“We fought.”

“Obviously.”

“And then I told him.”

She froze.

Her eyes opened. Slowly. Carefully.

“Told him what?”

Lewis met her gaze. Calm. Honest. Steady.

“That I’m not just in your life. I’m the father of your child.”

Silence.

Lara didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. Just stared.

“…You told him.”

“Yes.”

“You told Nico Rosberg—in a hospital—while I was unconscious—that I’m pregnant with your baby?”

“Yes,” Lewis said, with the serene boldness of a man who had fully accepted death as a possibility. “He took it about as well as you’d expect.”

Lara closed her eyes again and muttered something in German that absolutely didn’t belong in a hospital.

***

The room had settled into something almost peaceful.

Lewis hadn’t let go of her hand once. The monitors beeped softly in the background, steady and unbothered, and Lara was beginning to believe she might finally breathe again.

Then the knock came.

Soft. Hesitant. Completely unlike Nico.

Lara’s stomach twisted.

Lewis glanced toward the door but didn’t move.

The knock came again. A little firmer this time.

She swallowed and sat up slightly in the bed, tugging the hospital blanket higher around her waist. “Come in.”

The door opened slowly, and Nico stepped inside.

He looked like someone had hit him with a very polite brick. Jaw tight, posture rigid, but his eyes flicked immediately to her. Then to the IV. Then, very briefly, to Lewis.

His lips pressed into a thin line.

“Hey,” she said, her voice softer than she intended.

“Hey,” Nico echoed, a beat too late.

Silence stretched. The weight of everything that hadn’t been said hovered like a second heartbeat in the room.

Nico cleared his throat. “Paul called me.”

“I know,” she said.

He looked at her again. Really looked this time. The color in her face. The way her fingers curled around Lewis’. The too-big hoodie stretched over her belly.

He blinked. “You’re…?”

Lara nodded once. Quiet. “Yes.”

A long pause.

Nico ran a hand through his hair and let out a shaky breath, pacing two steps into the room like he didn’t know what to do with himself now that he was here.

“I thought you were just friends,” he said finally, voice hoarse.

“I know.”

“You lied to me.”

She didn’t flinch. “I did.”

Nico looked away, jaw tightening. “You could’ve told me.”

“You were—” she stopped herself. Then tried again. “You’ve always made your opinion on Lewis very clear.”

He made a soft, bitter sound. “And you thought I’d what? Lose my mind? Storm into your apartment?”

Lara raised an eyebrow. “You did storm into my apartment.”

Fair.

He winced and rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, but—this? This is you. And Lewis. And now—” His voice faltered again. “Now there’s a baby.”

“I know.”

“And I wasn’t even part of it.”

“You still can be,” she said gently.

Nico looked at her then. Really looked. And for a moment, beneath the shock and betrayal and bruised ego, she saw what was underneath:

Worry.

Fear.

Love.

“…Are you okay?” he asked, voice low.

She nodded, throat tightening. “Yeah. I will be.”

He turned to Lewis, reluctant but not hostile.

Lewis stood, quiet but firm. “She’s doing fine. The baby’s fine.”

Nico gave a sharp nod. “Good.”

Another beat.

“I’m still mad,” he added.

Lara gave a soft snort. “We figured.”

“But I’m not leaving,” he said. Then, to her, more quietly: “You’re my sister.”

Something cracked open in her chest.

“Thanks for not yelling,” she said.

“I’ve already done enough of that,” he muttered.

Lewis, wisely, stepped aside. “I’ll give you two a minute.”

He left without fanfare, the door clicking quietly behind him.

Nico sat down in the chair Lewis had just vacated.

He cleared his throat. “So. You and Lewis.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Still a problem?”

“No,” he muttered. “Yes. I mean—yes, but not because he’s him. It’s just. You didn’t tell me. And it’s you.”

“I know,” she said quietly. “But you—Nico, you comment-bombed an F1 gossip post like a lunatic.”

His ears went pink. “They called you a mysterious blonde. I panicked.”

“You think?”

They both exhaled, some of the weight lifting between them.

“I just…” He ran a hand over his jaw, voice quieter now. “I didn’t expect to find out like that. In a hospital. With him sitting there.”

Lara nodded. “I didn’t want it to happen this way either.”

“But you’re happy?” he asked, cutting to the core.

She hesitated for just a second—then nodded. “Yes.”

“With him?”

“Yes.”

“With the baby?”

Her breath caught. Then settled.

“Yes,” she said again. “Even though it scares the hell out of me.”

Nico’s expression softened.

He leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. “You’re going to be an actual parent. I’m going to be the insane uncle.”

“You already are.”

He glared.

She smiled.

After a long silence, he asked, “Does Mom know?”

“No,” Lara said. “You’re the first.”

He blinked. “You told me before Mom?”

She smirked faintly. “She hasn’t stormed into my flat waving a copy of BILD, so I’m guessing not yet.”

“You’re doomed,” Nico said.

“Absolutely.”

He paused. Then added, voice a little more sheepish, “You know I’m not actually mad at the baby, right?”

She turned her head toward him.

“I know.”

“I’m just… an idiot.”

“That too.”

A beat.

Then Nico reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a banana he must’ve swiped from the hospital reception area.

He held it out. “Peace offering?”

Lara rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m a dad. We have snacks for every crisis.”

She took the banana.

He hesitated again, then leaned over and pulled her into a one-armed hug, careful of the IV line.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I know,” she whispered back.

He pulled away. “Lewis still hiding in the hallway?”

“Probably.”

“I’ll go growl at him in the parking lot. Just to make him sweat.”

Lara snorted. “Be nice.”

“No promises.”

But when he stood, she could see it—the tension easing from his shoulders. The stubborn, protective big brother still simmering under the surface, but no longer ready to start World War III.

The door clicked shut behind him.

And for the first time all day, Lara let herself breathe.

***

The corridor outside Lara’s room was quiet now.

Lewis stood near the vending machine, one hand braced against the wall, the other cradling a black coffee that had long since gone cold. He hadn’t touched it. Hadn’t moved much since stepping out of the room. Just needed space to breathe. To think. To not say the wrong thing if Nico came out swinging again.

He didn’t have to wait long.

The door opened behind him.

Footsteps.

Then: “Hamilton.”

Lewis turned slowly.

Nico stood there, hands in the pockets of his jacket, posture deceptively casual—but the look in his eyes? That same Rosberg intensity Lewis remembered from wheel-to-wheel fights, from press conferences that felt like landmines.

“Nico.”

A pause stretched between them.

Then Nico sighed, stepped forward, and jabbed a finger toward Lewis’s chest—not quite touching, but close enough to make a point.

“If you ever hurt her,” he said flatly, “I will end you.”

Lewis didn’t flinch. “Noted.”

“Like, properly. With lawyers and pettiness and emotional warfare.”

Lewis huffed out a short breath. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“You don’t get it,” Nico bit out. “She’s not like us. She doesn’t do games. She doesn’t do drama.”

“I know.”

“She actually feels things. Deeply. Stupidly. It’s the worst.”

Lewis’s voice softened. “I know.”

Nico’s jaw clenched. “Then act like it. Protect her. Not just with your name or your money or your press team—really protect her.”

Lewis’s gaze didn’t waver. “I do.”

A tense pause followed. Long. Weighty.

Finally, Nico exhaled and looked away. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Of all the people in the world.”

Lewis almost smiled. “I know. You’re devastated.”

“I am! I’ve had to adjust my entire personality over this.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

Nico leveled him with a withering look. “I still don’t like you.”

Lewis nodded. “That makes two of us.”

“But,” Nico added grudgingly, “I don’t hate you anymore.”

Lewis raised a brow. “Is that your version of peace?”

Nico tilted his head. “Do you remember Spain 2016?”

Lewis blinked. “You brake-tested me into a sandpit.”

“You divebombed me on the inside.”

“You closed the door.”

“You didn’t lift.”

“You didn’t leave space!”

They stared at each other for a long beat. Then:

“Yeah,” Lewis said finally. “I remember.”

Nico sighed. “I think we were both assholes.”

Lewis shrugged. “We were thirty and impossible to manage.”

“Still are,” Nico muttered.

A reluctant silence.

Then Lewis added, quieter now, “She grounds me. Your sister. She makes everything quieter. Makes me better.”

Nico’s expression shifted—still tense, but something behind his eyes softened.

“You’re lucky she sees that,” he said.

“I know.”

Another pause.

Then Nico stuck his hand out. Awkward. Begrudging. Sincere.

“Truce?”

Lewis looked at it.

Then shook it, firm and steady.

“Truce.”

He turned to go, then paused at the end of the corridor.

“Oh—and if it’s a boy? I vote Nico Jr.”

Lewis made a face. “Absolutely not.”

Nico smirked. “Just putting it out there.”

And with that, he disappeared around the corner—still a menace, still dramatic, but no longer an enemy.

Lewis exhaled.

Truce achieved.

For now.

***

Lara had faced depositions more civilized than this dinner.

She hovered in the hallway for a moment, just out of sight, listening to the tension crackle like static in the dining room. It was palpable even from here—clinking glasses, too-long silences, the occasional muttered curse from Nico. She took a breath, smoothed a hand over the front of her dress, and stepped into the lion’s den.

Two generations of Rosbergs. One dinner table. Zero warning.

Her mother was placing the last set of cutlery on the table with a serenity Lara knew for a fact was weaponized. Vivian stood nearby, clutching a wine glass with the expression of a woman mentally mapping all emergency exits. Keke was by the fireplace, watching the room like a man who’d once stared down Senna and lived to talk about it. Nico was already halfway into a bottle of something expensive and clearly losing the will to live.

And Lewis—bless him—stood just inside the door, holding a bottle of red like it might grant him diplomatic immunity. His shoulders were squared, posture polite, and face neutral in that calmly unbothered way that only made Nico twitch harder.

“Lewis,” Keke said at last, voice flat as a straightaway. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Not a threat.

Worse—an ancient disappointment dressed as civility.

“Thanks for having me,” Lewis replied, smooth as ever.

“We didn’t,” Nico muttered.

“Nico,” Sina warned without even looking at him.

Lara crossed the room and slipped her hand through Lewis’s arm, letting her fingers rest against his bicep. She felt him relax a fraction under her touch.

She hadn’t planned to do this tonight. Not like this. But the air was thick with expectation, and Nico had been circling like a shark for days. Better to let the blade drop now.

“Right,” she said brightly. “Let’s just get it over with, shall we?”

All heads turned. She lifted her chin and faced the room, shoulders squared like she was delivering a closing argument.

“Lewis and I are together,” she said calmly. “We’ve been together for almost two years.”

There was a sharp inhale from Keke. A visible flinch from Nico. Vivian froze with her wine halfway to her mouth.

“And,” Lara continued, tone even, “we’re having a baby.”

Silence. Thick. Sudden. Almost cinematic.

Sina made a soft “oh!” sound and immediately moved in to hug her, eyes shining. Vivian looked like someone had just dropped an engagement ring, a baptismal candle, and a Molotov cocktail into her lap. Keke blinked once, as if recalibrating reality.

Nico just downed the rest of his glass like it was holy water and he’d seen a ghost.

“I’m sorry—what?” Keke said eventually, voice climbing in disbelief.

“You heard me,” Lara replied.

“We’ve been together for—” Lewis began, but Keke cut in.

“I heard you. I just thought you were joking.”

Lara glanced at Lewis, who gave her a small, reassuring nod.

“I don’t usually joke about lifelong commitments,” he said, deadpan.

Nico groaned and slumped forward into his hands. “I’ve been trying to wrap my head around this for days.”

Lara lifted an eyebrow. “You had seventeen years to wrap your head around the fact that I’m an adult.”

“You’re having his baby,” Nico said, like it physically pained him.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“You brought Lewis Hamilton to family dinner and announced he knocked you up. What part of that isn’t dramatic?!”

Lara almost laughed. She would have, if her heart weren’t pounding in her throat.

The baby had been a surprise. A quiet, miraculous shock delivered in the bathroom one sleepy Sunday morning when she’d assumed the nausea was just bad eggs and too many long work weeks. She and Lewis had stared at that stick together for a long time, blinking. Neither of them had spoken at first.

She hadn’t planned it. Not now, not yet. She’d always wanted children—deep down, quietly, even if she never said it out loud. But she’d never had the right person, the right moment. Never felt safe enough to imagine it.

Until him.

Until now.

She turned her attention back to her father, who was still staring at Lewis like he might sprout horns.

“So,” he said finally. “Are you serious about this?”

Lewis met his gaze without hesitation. “Yes.”

“Because if you hurt her—”

“I won’t.”

“—I will personally fly to wherever you live and break both of your knees.”

“Understood,” Lewis replied, entirely unshaken.

Vivian choked on a laugh. Nico muttered something rude under his breath that Lara decided to ignore.

She felt Lewis’s fingers brush hers under the table, and she reached for his hand. He laced their fingers together and didn’t let go.

“I love her,” he said softly but clearly. “I love our child. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her mother clapped her hands together, smiling like that settled the entire matter. “Well. Dessert, then?”

Lara exhaled—quiet, relieved—and leaned ever so slightly into Lewis’s side.

They might be chaos incarnate. But for the first time, it felt like the kind she could build a life around.

***

📸 Instagram Post — @/lararosberg

Comments: 

@/rosbergx14: EXCUSE ME

@/f1updatesdaily: BABY????? ROSBERG???? HAMILTON????

@/gridtea: THE WHAT NOW??????

@/f1wagsunofficial: WE WERE NOT EVEN IN THE SOFT LAUNCH ERA HOW DID WE GET TO PREGNANT

@/champagnetrauma: LEWIS HAMILTON. IS GOING TO BE A DAD. LARA ROSBERG. IS HAVING HIS BABY. I NEED TO LIE DOWN.

@/f1memegirl: I blinked and missed an entire relationship arc how is this already a sequel

@/dramat1que: you’re telling me nico rosberg’s little sister and lewis hamilton were not only SECRETLY TOGETHER but also MANAGED TO HIDE A WHOLE BABY???

@/gofasterbaby: this child is going to emerge with a law degree and  a world championship

@/sirlewisfanclub: if this baby doesn’t win the Monaco karting championship by age 3 I will be shocked

@/teamvivi: Vivian Rosberg right now watching the entire internet implode like 👁️👄👁️

@/lando.jpg: wait WAIT am I allowed to be shocked or did I miss a group chat

@/tifositargaryen: they really said enemies to lovers to secret family reveal mid-season and expected us to survive

@/thef1files: somewhere out there, Nico Rosberg is screaming into a pillow and Lewis is already painting the nursery

@/the.mess.paddock: we need a DRIVE TO SURVIVE EPISODE IMMEDIATELY

@/wheresmygridtea I WAS NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FOR THIS AT 8AM

@/carlossainzfan24 rosberg??? hamilton??? baby??? are we in a fanfiction AU???

@/nico_rosberg …I’m going to need a moment. ↳ @/vivian.rosberg: You’ve had a week of moments, Nico.

@/driveitlikelerclerc screaming. crying. shaking. throwing up. calling my therapist.

@/tumblruser194839 So you’re telling me… Lara Rosberg, actual Amal Clooney of F1, who once legally shredded a corrupt climate policy on a live panel, is having a BABY with Lewis “7x world champion, whisperer of dogs and emotions” Hamilton???? ↳ @/thiswasnotonthebingo: I KNOW RIGHT. I THOUGHT THIS WAS A FEVER DREAM.

@/girlsontrackhq: The way this baby is going to have the most elite genetics, style, and social conscience. Just take the Constructors’ Championship now.

@/tifosiburner: Lewis Hamilton becoming Nico Rosberg’s brother-in-law was NOT on my 2025 prediction card.

@/f1teaspill: THE WHAT. THE WHO. THE BABY???????

@/mercedesinsider: not to be dramatic but this has shattered the fabric of the grid.

@/hamilover44: what happened to soft launches?? soft launches with a HAND or a KEYCHAIN?? THIS IS A WARHEAD.

@/rosbergeditqueen: i cannot breathe. i thought they hated each other. what do you MEAN baby rosberg-hamilton.

@/mclarenmeerkat: if this child isn't born with a world championship and a law degree I will riot.

@/vivian.rosberg: Welcome to the family, little one. 💛✨ (Also yes I told Nico. Repeatedly. You're welcome.)

@/georgerussell63: This is more shocking than any on-track overtake in 2024. Congratulations, both of you! 🍼

@/charles_leclerc: Did anyone else know? Like… ANYONE??

@/formulaiconic: wait. WAIT. WAITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

@/paddockcryptid: imagine beefing with a guy for ten years and then you find out he’s having a baby with your sister like what’s he gonna call the kid, “DRS zone”?

@/wagsupreme: this baby is going to be the most genetically blessed child in motorsport history.

@/engineeredchaos: Hamilton. Rosberg. Offspring. The F1 grid in 2045 is shaking.

@/gptrackerqueen: lewis really said “i’ll see your 2016 title and raise you a niece/nephew”

@/softlyhamilton: i have never in my LIFE been so blindsided by a pregnancy announcement and i follow the kardashians

@/gridteaofficial: [red siren emojis] 🚨WE HAVE A BABY ANNOUNCEMENT. I REPEAT. A BABY. ANNOUNCEMENT. 🚨 Somebody check on Nico.

***

Meanwhile on Twitter: 

@/F1GossipGuru 🚨LEWIS HAMILTON IS GOING TO BE A DAD🚨 Repeat: SEVEN-TIME WORLD CHAMPION LEWIS HAMILTON IS HAVING A BABY WITH LARA ROSBERG??? THE DRAMATIC IRONY. THE FANFIC-LEVEL CHAOS. I NEED TO LIE DOWN. 📸 [screenshot of their joint IG post with the ultrasound]

@/lifebylando lewis hamilton getting nico rosberg’s sister pregnant is the most powerful revenge arc in sports history

@/F1Fanatic42 i am once again asking: what timeline are we living in

@/AlonsoWasRight this is giving enemies to lovers. forbidden romance. secretly married in vegas vibes. WHERE IS NETFLIX.

@/RosbergRetired lewis, at christmas dinner, passing the potatoes: “btw i’m the father of your niece” nico: [rage quitting real life]

@/tifosipanic can you IMAGINE the family dinners. Keke staring in Finnish. Nico drinking wine like it’s water. Lewis holding the baby in a Ferrari onesie. this writes itself.

@/formulawhyyy ok but lewis naming his baby after nico i actually can’t breathe (note: they haven’t confirmed the name yet don’t do this to yourself)

@/veganandvictorious the same man who dodged dating rumors for ten years just casually soft-launched fatherhood with an ultrasound pic??? i’m not okay

@/DriveToSurviveAnon when they said Brocedes was the most dramatic pairing of all time i didn’t realize they meant intergenerationally

***

INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT – SKY SPORTS F1 COVERAGE | CANADIAN GP | SATURDAY PRE-RACE SHOW

Simon Lazenby: Welcome back to Montreal! We’re here on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, qualifying coming up shortly. I’m joined, as always, by Martin Brundle and 2016 World Champion, Nico Rosberg.

Martin Brundle: It’s already been a wild weekend, but Nico, I have to ask—because, well, the internet exploded— Congratulations… I suppose?

Nico Rosberg: (visibly bracing) …Thank you?

Simon: Your sister, Lara Rosberg, and—uh—Lewis Hamilton, expecting a baby. I think the entire paddock collectively dropped its coffee over that post. Did you know?

Nico: (tight smile) Eventually.

Martin: (grinning like a fox) You’ve always been protective of Lara. What’s it like knowing you’re going to be an uncle?

Nico: Well, it’s… it’s surreal. I mean, Lara’s my little sister. To me, she’s still the kid who used to hide in my karting trailer and demand snacks. And now she’s having a baby—with Lewis. (beat) I’ve had more relaxing weeks, let’s say that.

Simon: There’s some lovely poetry to it, though. Bridging the Brocedes rivalry into the next generation?

Nico: (dryly) Yes. Nothing says inner peace like finding out your former teammate is having a child with your sister.

Martin: You’re handling it quite well, considering.

Nico: I’ve gone through all six stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, wine, and acceptance.

Simon: That’s five.

Nico: Yes. I went through wine twice.

[Laughter from the studio team]

Simon: So—bottom line—you’re happy for them?

Nico: [Laughs in “I have so many feelings”] I mean, look—I’m thrilled for her. I love Lara more than anything. She’s strong, she’s brilliant, she’s going to be an incredible mother. As for Lewis— [long pause] We’ve…reached an understanding.

Martin (teasing): That sounds ominous.

Nico: Let’s just say I threatened him in a hospital corridor. 

Simon: …That might be the most Rosberg-Hamilton sentence I’ve ever heard.

Nico: I’m working on being chill. It’s a process.

Simon: Well, congrats again—Uncle Nico! Think you’ll give any advice to the new dad?

Nico (flat): He didn’t listen to me in 2016. I doubt he’s going to start now.

[Studio laughter]

Martin: Fair enough. But all jokes aside—it’s a beautiful thing. You’ll be great.

Nico (finally softening): Thanks. I really am happy for them. Just…no one tell the baby about Abu Dhabi 2016. Let them have peace.

Simon (laughing): We’ll keep that out of the bedtime stories.

***

Meanwhile on Twitter: 

@/f1teaaccount:  🚨 NICO ROSBERG JUST SAID ON LIVE TV THAT HE THREATENED LEWIS HAMILTON IN A HOSPITAL CORRIDOR what do you mean this isn’t Drive to Survive already

@/brocedes_fan47:  “Let’s just say I threatened him in a hospital corridor” he says that like it’s a normal sentence??? this is PEAK divorced energy

@/rosberggirlies:  nico pretending he’s chill while drinking 3 glasses of wine and blinking at Lewis like he’s trying to vaporise him with eye contact 🫡 an inspiration to siblings everywhere

@/yelledaboutlewis:  “No one tell the baby about Abu Dhabi 2016” nico said ✨emotional growth✨ and ✨repressed trauma✨ in one breath

@/mercedes_f1_wives:  not Nico saying “As for Lewis—we’ve reached an understanding” like this is the Godfather and Lewis kissed his ring in a hospital

@/karinabergkamp:  nobody: nico: I’ve gone through denial, anger, bargaining, wine, and acceptance also nico: I went through wine twice. ICON.

@/rosberg_defense_union:  he’s trying so hard. he’s spiraling publicly. he’s being soft in-between threats. he’s our girl dad uncle now 🫶

@/lh44_prayercircle:  this child is going to be so powerful. born of a Rosberg and a Hamilton. can already out-strategise the FIA and win a kart race with a juicebox in one hand

@/f1nocontext:  📸 [Screencap of Nico saying “We’ve… reached an understanding”] caption: When your arch-nemesis becomes your brother-in-law

@/lararosbergedits:  me: I’m fine also me, after nico said “she’s strong, she’s brilliant, she’s going to be an incredible mother”: 😭😭😭

@/F1YukiNation:  nico rosberg casually dropping “i threatened lewis in a hospital corridor” like it’s not the most cinematic line in this sport since seb said “tough luck” to mark in malaysia

@/LaraRosbergUpdates:  Lara Rosberg got Nico Rosberg and Lewis Hamilton to behave. She deserves the Nobel Peace Prize and a nap.

@/SilverstoneShambles: you can hear the 2016 trauma in Nico’s voice when he says “we’ve reached an understanding.” like. that man had to meditate in a forest for three days before saying that on live TV.

@/isthatglitteronlando: “You didn’t listen to me in 2016 and I doubt you’ll start now” — rosberg continues his reign as the Pettiest Man Alive™

@/hammy4life: laras pregnancy has now singlehandedly:

revived brocedes

healed family wounds

traumatized nico

given sky sports record-breaking engagement icon behavior

@/landohastaste:  not nico basically saying “congrats, I guess” then softening like a soggy biscuit at the end. we love growth ❤️

@/thisisdefinitelynotvaltteri: “no one tell the baby about abu dhabi 2016” YOU CAN’T MAKE THIS UP. I’M CRYING.

@/lh44daily: The fact that Nico admitted he threatened Lewis and then moved on like it was weather small talk 😭😭😭

@/f1teaspill:THE WAY NICO SAID “I’VE HAD MORE RELAXING WEEKS” WITH THE DEAD EYES OF A MAN WHO JUST FOUND OUT LEWIS HAMILTON IS HIS PSEUDO BROTHER-IN-LAW 😭😭😭

***

📸 Instagram Post — @/lararosberg

Comments: 

@/nico_rosberg: Okay… she’s really cute. You’re still grounded though.

@/vivian.rosberg: Welcome to the world, baby girl 💕

@/charles_leclerc: Congratulations ❤️ 

@/gridteaofficial: BREAKING: humanity restored. This child owns us now.

@/rosbergverses: Rose Hamilton is literally a poetic name. This child is going to be UNSTOPPABLE.

@/f1babytracker: Someone update the charts. She’s officially here. Stats: ✨Iconic✨

@/scuderiaferrari: We cannot wait to meet her. The tiniest team member 💙

@/rosberghamiltontruthers: WAIT WAIT WAIT—ROSE. ROSE-BERG. SHE DID IT. SHE NAMED HER DAUGHTER AFTER HER FAMILY NAME AND I’M SOBBING.

@/formuladrama: baby name: elegant. subtext: chaotic genius. we are witnessing storytelling.

@/gridteagossip: She said “this is a Rosberg baby” with her whole chest and Lewis LET HER. That's called love.

@/hamros_fanficclub: Rose Hamilton already sounds like a Nobel Prize winner / undefeated junior karting champion / poetic soul. I’m obsessed.✨

@/cryingatthewheel: Lewis and Lara naming their baby ROSE is the kind of emotionally layered chaos that rewires your DNA.

@/gridteaofficial: BREAKING: Rose Hamilton born. Grid immediately enters emotional meltdown.

@/rosbergxhamilton_is_real: SO LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT. He’s in a relationship with Nico’s little sister. They named the baby Rose. AND WE’RE ALL JUST BREATHING NORMALLY???

@/georgerussell63: Welcome to the world, Rose 🌹 You’ve already made history and you’re not even a week old.

@/f1fanfictioncentral: Don’t talk to me unless your baby name has an entire decade-long rivals-to-lovers emotional arc embedded in it.

@/mercedesamgf1: The newest member of the Silver Arrows family 💙 We’re already fighting over who gets to babysit.

[33forthew1n]

ᰔᩚ through the years ᰔᩚ

🏎️❣️ carlos sainz x hülkenberg!daughter 🏎️❣️

SMAU

fluff

synopsis: carlos sainz and yn hülkenberg have been dating since her father and her boyfriend were teammates. here you can see their relationship progress from 2017 to 2025.

WARNINGS:

a/n: let's just pretend that nico is much older than he actually is, y'know fiction or whatever.

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2017

f1gossipofficial

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f1gossipofficial TRENDING #10, #9, & #7 ON TWITTER

TAGS: CARLOS x YN, YN HULKENBERG, CARLOS SAINZ

Yesterday, the F1 YouTube channel released an interview with Renault drivers, Carlos Sainz and Nico Hülkenberg. The topic at hand was ideal types and Carlos Sainz coincidentally described a woman very similar to Nico's own daughter, Yn Hülkenberg.

When asked what his ideal woman looked like he answered, "Blonde, tall, pretty, social butterfly."

Nico was then seen whispering something undetected by the mic that made Carlos blush and look away.

What do you guys think Nico told Carlos? Do you think Carlos was describing Yn?

tagged: @carlossainz55, @hulkhulkenberg, @shehulk

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f1fanformula yn and carlos would be such a hot couple 😭

↳ sainzswife definition of bi panic

maxlionlion how much y'all wanna bet they've never even met before 💀

freakmulaone he could be describing millions of women 😭 freaking delulu asses

↳ shehulkfan shhhh let us dream

carlosfangirl55 yuck he would never like THAT girl...

↳ kmaggridterror ur literally an anonymous page bruh stfu

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kymillman FAN SUBMISSION

Today a fan has sent in a photograph of Renault driver Carlos Sainz meeting teammate Nico's daughter, Yn Hülkenberg. They exchanged smiles and a hug.

Do you guys believe the rumors that Sainz has his eyes on Yn? Or are they all rubbish?

Comment below ⬇️

tagged: @carlossainz55, @shehulk

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grosjeanshaas wait he's cheesing hard af 😭😭 CUTE

carlossainzgirl paddock rumors suggest that carlos asked for her number...freaking cassanova 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️

shehulkdefender i have only known this couple for one day but if anything happens to them i will kill everyone in this room and the myself

sainzlover55 @shehulk carlos saved my grandmother from her burning building 😭 i owe him my life

↳ verstappendefender @shehulk carlos saved my cat from a boiling witch's cauldron

↳ sainzallaround @shehulk thanks for letting me borrow the lambo last weekend carlos

↳ dannyricstache @shehulk carlos saved me from a citywide flood last night 😭😭😭 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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2018

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 one year later, the love continues 🖤

tagged: @shehulk

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sainzwife might have to retire the user..

shehulk mi amor ❤️

↳ carlossainz55 mi vida 😆

hulkhulkhulk süßes Paar 😇 (cute couple)

↳ hulkpodium imagine ur daughter dating ur teammate 😀😀😀😀

↳ renaultlonso shhhh don't make it awkward 🙄

kmaggridterror she's so cute and...he's there too!

↳ moneysainz this would work if she was dating literally anyone besides carlos 😭😭 cmon now

↳ kmaggridterror God forbid i hype a girl up 🙁

renault cuties!

^❤️ by author

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2019

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mclaren our representative WAG, Yn Hülkenberg 🧡

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shehulk maybe ill have a paddock bestie when norizz mans up and gets a girl 🙄🙄🙄🙄

↳ lando what she say fuck ME for?

carlossainz55 La mas bella 🧡🖤

↳ shehulk 😇

ynsainzfan from renault daughter to renault wag to mclaren wag 😭 girlie's gonna have repped every team by 2030

cs55girlie her and carlos are the cutest 😭

↳ shehulk4eva esp when they take pics w carlos' kid fans 😭😭😭 they are gonna be the cutest parents ever i swear

reyesvdec 😁🧡

↳ shehulk 🥹🥹 love u mama sainz

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2021

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari Happy 25th Birthday to our resident Paddock It Girl 🤩❤️ @shehulk

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ynsainzfan who DOESNT love yn? 😍😍

ferrarigirlies happy birthday to the head of the carlos sainz fanclub

shehulk tysm admin 🥹🥹🥹 (look at ur desk for a special surprise tmmrw!)

↳ shehulk4eva sweetest wag ever ☹️☹️

↳ scuderiaferrari love u girlie ❤️❤️❤️

carlossainz55 La cumpleañera mas especial del mundo 😍❤️ (the most special birthday girl in the world)

^❤️ by author

charles_leclerc Joyeux anniversaire, mon ami (happy birthday, my friend)

↳ shehulk merci cha 🙃

lando happy birthday stinky

↳ shehulk 🙄 thanks ig

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shehulk & carlossainz55

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shehulk & carlossainz55 forever and after that 🤍🖤

07.22.21- etched in our hearts for the rest of time

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lewishamilton Never seen a couple more in love than you two. You both deserve the world. Congratulations you two 🖤

↳ shehulk thank you so much, lewis 🥹

maxverstappen33 Congrats, mate.

^❤️ by author

lando nobody talk to me 😔 just lost the loml

↳ lando oh and congrats

↳ shehulk 🖕

reyesvdec Felicidades mis amores 🥰 Estoy tan orgullosa de ustedes dos (Congratulations, my loves. I am so proud of you both)

↳ carlossainz55 😘

shehulkfans now the real question is..will yn change her user?

↳ shehulk bffr my last name is much cooler than his 🙄🤍

↳ carlossainz55 not what you said last night, love 😏

↳ ynsainzgirlies need to waterboard my eyes asap

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2023

shehulk

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shehulk officially a mrs. 🖤🤍🖤

tagged: @carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Mi esposa 🥰😘😍 (my wife)

↳ shehulk Mein ehemann 🤤 (my husband)

lando i gor sor deunk last nite 😅😇🤣😂

↳ shehulk i tried to tap you out at drink 8 yet u insisted on outdrinking my dad 😅

hulkhulkhulk Aber immer noch ein Hülkenberg, oder? 🤣 (Still a Hülkenberg, though, huh?)

↳ shehulk Immer noch dein kleiner Vater 😆 (Still your little girl, dad)

↳ ynhulkhq only the hülkenbergs could make me cry in a comment section 😭😭

carlosonoros La mejor pareja del mundo 🥂 (the best couple in the world)

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2024

shehulk & carlossainz55

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shehulk & carlossainz55 Coming soon 👶🏻🍼🏎️🏁

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ynsainzfans its been exactly 2 months since their honeymoon 😭😅

↳ hulkpodium the sainz swimmers do NOT wait

f1 's newest paddock baby 🥹🏁

lando bout to be the world's greatest godfather

↳ shehulk who named u godfather of my baby? 🧐

↳ lando ur husband when he lost a bet in 2020 😜

carlossainzofficial Enhorabuena! (Congratulations)

^❤️ by author

maxverstappen1 Congrats

hulkhulkhulk Welcome to parenthood you two

↳ carlossainz55 If I am half the father you are to Yn, I have succeeded 😄

↳ sainzhq SOMEONE BRING OUT THE TISSUES

alexandrastmleux congrats you two 🥹❤️

↳ shehulk thank u lovely 😘

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2025

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Santiago Sainz Hülkenberg & Lucia Sainz Hülkenberg 👶🏻👶🏻❤️

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shehulk already Dad of the Year 🍼🖤

[lovecla]

© property of lovecla, nhl masterlist, nico hischier x you.

FAKE IT 'TILL YOU MAKE IT, phase four:

<last chapter>

➴ chapter warnings: none!

➴ word count: 3.4k

💌 from me to you: if any of you can tell me how many times i mention nico’s dimples in this series i’ll give you a chocolate bar for xmas (or just a chocolate bar if you don’t celebrate xmas. or just a hug if you don’t like chocolate).

𖧷

emmaroberts

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emmaroberts i don’t think i’ve changed one bit but somehow the calendar says it’s my birthday today so here goes nothing i guess. happy 24 to me

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lhughes_06 Happy birthday Em x

emmaroberts lhughes_06 thanks duke

user1 HAPPY EMMA DAY

elladavis happy birthday my sweet, sweet emma. i love you so much and i hope you have the best, most wonderful day ever. i’m sorry i can’t be with you today, but i’ll be thinking of you all day 🤍

emmaroberts elladavis i love you so much

nataliebrooks Happy birthday my love 💙 Sending you many hugs and kisses!

emmaroberts nataliebrooks we miss u

miaturner HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE 24 YEARS OF SERVING CUNT AND MAKING BITCHES MAD ‼️

user2 miaturner there are people like natalie and ella and then there are people like mia 😭💀

emmaroberts miaturner i love you lmfaoooo

njdevils Happy Birthday! 😈❤️

ninahischier I love you like a sister. Happy birthday Em! 💜

emmaroberts ninahischier i love you. thank u!!

user3 🎂🎉

nicohischier Happy birthday Em 🥳

emmaroberts nicohischier thanks mr hischier :))

jackhughes you’re getting old

emmaroberts jackhughes i’m starting to understand mia

miaturner emmaroberts 🤗

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TURNING TWENTY four is weird, and you have to spend a few moments just laying in bed to let it really sink in— it’s not as weird as turning twenty but it’s weird anyway.

You should be happy, and you are, but you’re also feeling like you’re not getting anywhere. You love your job, you love your friends and you love your life. Yet, all you seem to do is live for others and not for yourself.

This whole fake-dating thing really got to your head and as you make yourself breakfast, pancakes drowning in syrup and an iced latte, you question yourself if you should keep going with this.

It’s not making you feel great. You’re lying to hundreds of people, and you’re also lying to Nico in some kind of way.

Sure, the plan’s working— Nora’s now moved on to commenting on Nico’s posts on Instagram, which made him content— and Nico seems satisfied but then what?

You keep replying to the kiss you both shared in your head, and even though you know you shouldn’t, you do it anyway. The way his lips brushed against yours, the way his hands held you, gentle and secure at the same time.

And the look he gave you afterwards. Lord.

You keep asking yourself what would’ve happened if Nora hadn’t approached you. Would he have said anything? Would he have looked at you like he regretted it?

Inside your head, there’s a million ways of how things would’ve gone. And it’s tiring, honestly. Living inside your head is so exhausting and still, you can't seem to move on.

The pancake fills your mouth with sweetness and you sigh, closing your eyes slowly. Breathing in and out, you decide not to let these thoughts ruin your day. Turning twenty-four is a blessing and you should be grateful, no matter what. Your day should be spent in peace and quietness.

You finish eating your plate of pancakes and you swear to yourself you’re never making a whole plate of pancakes for you again— it’s a lie and it will happen again— because you’ve never felt so full. You change into your work clothes while you answer your parents’ call, smiling when they start to sing the happy birthday song and send you thousands and thousands of kisses and blessings.

It’s a tradition; they call you every year to do the same thing, even when you’re near them. This year they won’t be coming back home until Christmas, so the call will have to do it.

After chatting with them for a bit, you tell them goodbye and grab your purse and notebooks, ready to go to work. Or, at least that’s what you intended to do, which turns out to be impossible when a very perfect, very handsome Nico Hischier is standing in front of you.

“Nico?” You say it louder than you probably should at seven thirty in the morning but it’s not really your fault. He did scare you. “Oh. I wasn’t expecting to see you. Hi.”

He gives you one of those dimple-y smiles and leans down to kiss your cheek. “Happy birthday, Em.”

You smile, still feeling the warmth of his kiss on your cheeks. It’s the first time you’re seeing each other after that one night at Prudential Center and you’re glad he’s not making it weird.

Which can also mean that the kiss didn’t mean anything to him; not as much as it did to you anyway.

And it’s fine. We’re fine, you remind yourself.

“You got up at seven a.m. to come all the way here and wish me a happy birthday?” You chuckle, closing the door behind you and getting outside with him, the cold breeze makes you shiver slightly.

“Yeah, and I’m also taking you somewhere today so you probably should put on some winter clothes.”

You frown, sad to have to turn him down.

“I really wish I could, Nico,” you tilt your head. “But I have work… I’ll be free after two p.m. though, if that’s still okay.”

He clicks his tongue.

“Did you know that you can get a lot of things when you’re the captain of the city’s NHL team?” he leans on your closed door, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I get free coffee all the time, which is weird because— why are they handing out free coffee to a rich guy?”

“Nico…”

“I get discounts sometimes too, which Nina and Mom love. And now, I got something really cool too,” he grins, white teeth shining. “Wanna know what?”

“I don’t really have time, Nico—”

“Ask me what.”

You sigh, giving up and putting your arms down. Smiling, defeated, you nod. “What did you get, Nico?”

“Well, I got you a day off.” You stop smiling, and your eyes double in size.

You like your boss, you really do, but if there’s something he can’t stand is people missing work days for minimal reasons. And as much as you hate it, birthdays are in his list of “minimal reasons”.

So ever since you’ve started working for him, you haven’t missed a day of work because it was your birthday. And now Nico is here, standing in front of you and telling you that—

“What,” you frown. “Mr. Campbell would’ve never let me have a day off on my birthday. Are you sure you spoke to him?” you ask. “Did the person on the phone sound like a baby who has a cold? Because if that’s the case than you spoke to John and not Mr.—”

“Emma,” he uncrossed his arms and leaned closer to you, looking down. “I am sure I spoke with your boss. He sounds like Jimmy Fallon.”

“Oh my God,” you gasp. “Am I going to lose my job? Nico, wait— that’s really, really, nice and I’m flattered but I’m not exactly rich like you and I really like my job so—”

“Stop freaking out,” he puts his hands on your shoulder. “It wasn’t for free. He asked for ten free tickets for the next Devils game, one signed jersey and a photo with me.”

What.

“What?!” you almost shouted. “That’s— Nico!”

He grabs your house key from your hands and opens your front door again, getting inside while you stand outside, astonished.

“It’s no biggie, I swear,” he opens the door wider. “Come on. Go change into something warmer. It’s going to be cold today.”

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WHEN NICO said “it’s going to be cold today”, you didn’t expect him to mean it quite literally.

“I’m freezing.” You complain, already outside of his car, shaking like a leaf. You have your beanie, your gloves and your warmest coat on but it’s still. Cold.

“I told you that it was cold outside. You Americans are so stubborn sometimes…” he mutters under his breath before grabbing a Nico sized coat from his backseat and handing it to you. “Put it on.”

You stare at the coat in his hands before sighing and giving in, for the nth time in just one hour. Nico Hischier can definitely get what he wants, always.

Fortunately, his coat is enough to make you stop shivering, so you just keep your complaints to yourself.

“Where are we, exactly?” You ask, looking around.

It was some kind of forest, but with a wooden pathway that led to somewhere you couldn’t see. The floor was mostly covered with snow, and so were the trees and the wood on the floor.

“This is one of my favorite places here in Newark,” he starts walking, and you walk faster to catch up with him. “I come here sometimes but since I get busy during winter it’s been a while since my last time here.”

“Mhm.”

“Thought you would like it, though.” He laughs and before you can ask what he means, the view in front of you takes your breath away.

It’s a beautiful, giant frozen lake. There are hundreds of trees surrounding it, pine trees to be exact, all of which are covered in pure, soft snow. The floor is also white as pearls and the lake is the most gorgeous shade of blue you’ve ever seen.

You turn around to face Nico, still speechless, and you can’t help but smile widely when you spot the two pairs of skates in his hands.

And then, you remember, one year ago when you had this one conversation with him.

“It’s still amazing to me how fast you guys are.” You say, amused with how fast the players on the TV are.

Nico gives you a warm, shy smile, and his cinnamon eyes are shining the way they always do whenever he talks about Hockey.

“I think we’re alright.” It’s what he says.

You scoff. “I wish I was ‘alright’ like you,” you make air quotes. “I can barely stand on the ice, let alone skate like you do.”

“I’m sure you’re not that bad…” he tries to sound nice, and you laugh.

“Last time I was on the ice I sent myself and a little kid to the hospital. Both with a broken bone.”

Nico tries to hide his horror but you can tell how shocked he is just by the look on his face. It’s funny, so you just keep laughing.

“But it would be really fun to try it again, now that I’m older.” You say, mindlessly, and he hums, going back to watching the game in front of you.

“You… you remembered.”

It’s shocking that he remembered a conversation you both had more than twelve months ago, but what’s even more shocking is the fact that he decided to act on it, instead of just… well. Ignoring it.

“Of course I did,” he grins, handing you the smaller pair of skates. “I just thought it’d be fun for you to do something like this on your birthday. Let me know if I’m wrong, though…”

He looks unsure and so freaking cute.

I’d love to kiss him again.

“You’re not,” you reassure him, leaning on a tree to put on the skates. “It’s probably going to be embarrassing though. You’re a professional skater and I write columns for a living.”

“Today, I’m not a professional skater,” he also starts untying his shoes to put on his skates. They look a lot like the ones he wears to his games. “I’m just Nico.”

“Usually when I skate, I like to, you know, let go of the tree branches and… well, skate.”

“I’m trying, Nico, I swear I am but maybe I’m not meant for this.”

“Emma—”

“Maybe? Pfft,” you humorless laugh while you hold on the tree for dear life, panicking a little bit more every time you remind yourself there’s literally a lake under you. It’s frozen and beautiful but still a lake nonetheless. “I know that I’m not meant for this. Let’s just go back to your car and go watch a movie.”

“Emma,” Nico smiles, kindness and patience coming out of his pores. “Let go of the tree. You’ll be fine, I’m here.”

“You’re, like, ten feet away from me, so you won’t be of any help. Thanks, but I’ll be staying here. I’m fine with watching you tho— what are you doing?”

He’s skating in your direction, and before you can even comprehend what he’s doing, he’s standing in front of you, dimples on display for you to admire.

“You said I was too far away. Am I close enough now?”

His chest is touching yours yet it still doesn’t feel like he’s close enough.

“I-I guess.”

“Then, let’s go,” he holds your right hand and slowly removes your left one from the tree. Now you’re just relying on him, entirely. “People will start arriving soon and then we won’t have the entire lake for ourselves.”

He’s skating backwards while holding your hands, and you’re slowly following him. It’s scary, especially when you can feel the ice beneath your feet crack slightly. It’s not alarming nor dangerous yet you’re still so freaking terrified.

“You’re doing really great, Em.”

His praise makes you blush, but you’re blessed by the fact that your cheeks were already red with the cold.

Skating with him is fun, and not as bad as you thought it would be. He’s patient and gentle, his words of encouragement make you braver and braver, and suddenly you’re skating by yourself, even if it’s just for a few seconds.

You are laughing, you are happy and you are grateful.

And Nico… Nico’s just amazing. Your heart keeps jumping inside your chest whenever he gets too close, and when he holds you tightly, you’re almost sure you’re going to explode.

One hour later, when you’re in his car, warm and cozy, you can’t stop smiling, shaking your right leg, or humming to the pop song playing on his radio.

“Did you like it?” He sounds just like before, unsure and nervous.

You chuckle, turning your body around and leaning closer to his, placing a light kiss on his cheek. “It was amazing. Thank you, Nico.”

“I think we should kiss right now.” He blurts out of nowhere, and you laugh, thinking he’s joking.

“There’s no one looking.” You answer, blinking twice.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, placing one hand on your neck, so close to you that his nose is touching yours. You hold your breath. “We’re practicing.”

His lips press against yours for the second time in your life and it's magical, and it feels like the most right thing you've ever done in your entire life.

His tongue caresses yours, and you whimper inside his mouth, grabbing the car seat with your left hand, looking for some kind of support.

You’re in heaven and in hell at the same time.

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TO YOUR ultimate surprise, Nico spends the rest of the day with you.

He takes you to your favorite coffee shop, your favorite restaurant and your favorite bookstore— the same as Mia’s—, pays for everything— which kind of makes you upset, but you don’t do anything other than pout and accept the gifts.

You keep asking him if you’re bothering him, or if he’s got anywhere else to be or someone more important to meet, and he keeps giving you the same answer.

“We’re both adults and we both have jobs so if you have to go I’ll understand—” You say, for what’s probably the twelfth time since you got out of the restaurant.

“Em,” he pokes your cheek with his index finger and then puts a strand of your hair behind your ear. You try not to shiver with his touch. “I’m not going anywhere. It’s your day.”

And it feels so nice. Not only because he took a day off to be with you, but because Nico’s a nice person. He’s fun, he makes you laugh, he listens to your rambling without looking away even just once.

Nora’s so lucky. And she doesn’t even know it.

“Well, I think it’s time for us to go home, no?” He blurts out of nowhere, and you stop taking pictures of the flowers decorating an old lady’s balcony to look at him.

You blush. “Sure— I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take this long but,” you turn your head around again, staring at the tulips in front of you. “They’re just so pretty.”

“They are, yeah,” he nods, putting his hands inside his pocket. “But it’s getting late and you’re probably tired.”

You are tired, but you would stay twelve more hours awake if it meant looking at the handsome man standing in front of you. Since you couldn’t tell him that, you just nod and follow him to his car, sad that the day’s already almost over.

He drives smoothly back to your place, and you enjoy the quietness. It’s something that you’ve never experienced with someone who isn't your friend— this comfortable silence. Nico has his way of comforting you even when he’s silent and, honestly? That’s a hell of a talent.

When he parks in front of your house, you hold in a sigh, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

“Thank you for today, Nico,” you smile. “It meant a lot to me.”

He smiles back. “No need to say thank you, I enjoyed it as much as you did.”

You’re about to leave the car when he grabs your wrist, holding you in place. “Yeah?” you ask him, curious of what more he could possibly have to say.

“Can I use your bathroom, though? All that coffee drinking is catching up to me right now.”

You chuckle, nodding your head. “Of course. Come on.”

You walk out of his car and look for your keys inside your purse, moving as fast as you could so that Nico wouldn’t have to wait even more time.

You open your door and let him inside your house, before turning the lights on and—

“Surprise!”

You let out the loudest, most embarrassing scream of your life, and you move to hold Nico’s arms so fast it’s actually quite amusing. Your living room had been transformed entirely and now it had balloons, a sign that read “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EMMA!”, confetti everywhere and lots of people.

You hear their laughs and you cringe at yourself, letting go of Nico’s arms and staring at your friends. Mia, Ella, Luke, Jack, and—

“Natalie?!” you shout, staring at the woman in front of you. That’s when you realize Quinn is also here which only means that they flew together from Vancouver to New Jersey. “Oh my God!”

You run to her arms and later it’s a four person hug, with Mia and Ella joining you and Natalie. You love them so much sometimes you think you’re going to explode, and you’re so happy that they are here, with you.

Your eyes are wet with tears when you let go of them but it’s fine— so are theirs.

“I can’t believe you’re all here…” you murmur, wiping your tears. “You… who even planned all of this? I’m—”

“For that you’d have to thank your amazing boyfriend.” Natalie answers and you’re about to ask her “what do you mean” when you remember.

Nico.

You turn around, staring at the man who’s now leaning against your wall and smiling at you.

Nico did this. Nico planned a whole surprise party for you.

“Oh,” you whisper. “Thank you, huh, baby.”

It’s not as natural as you would like it to be, but since everyone thinks you’re overwhelmed with the attention, no one notices or says anything.

“You’re welcome, Em.”

“Well,” Natalie coughs. “Mia did say you’re disgusting together. I see that.”

You all laugh, and you move on to greeting the rest of the people there. You spend a long time deciding what you’re going to order for dinner, and then you spend even more time chatting with Natalie and Quinn about Vancouver.

“It’s still so weird to see the two of you together, like, how did this,” you point to the two of them, who were sitting beside each other on your couch, while you were sitting on the carpet. “Even happened?”

“Well—”

“You see—” They both talk at the same time before looking at each other.

“Go ahead—”

“No, it’s okay—”

You watch them go back and forth with this for a while before you interrupted them again. “So. How did it happen guys?” you chuckle.

“Quinn’s team, the Canucks, work with my dad, and since he wants me to, you know, work for the NHL next year, he ended up introducing us.” Natalie says, cheeks so red it has you confused. “Not us like me and Quinn. Us like me and the Canucks.”

“I get it,” you smile. “It’s just such a coincidence, don’t you guys think? I mean, what are the chances, right?”

“Right.” Quinn’s the one to answer this time and you can’t help but laugh at how awkwardly sweet he is.

The food arrives— pizza and garlic bread— and you all chat while you eat. Your house is loud with laughter, music and talking, but you couldn’t be happier. You catch Nico looking at you from the other side of the room and you smile even wider at him.

“Thank you.” You mouth, and he just mouths back:

“You’re welcome.”

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emmaroberts bday girl got a surprise bday party. i’m the bday girl btw. thank u all!

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user1 IS THAT NICO BEHIND EMMA??????

user2 user1 well i know for a fact that the man behind her in the 1st pic is jack

user3 that’s nico hischier behind her !!

miaturner i love you and im still sorry for ruining your birthday cake

user4 miaturner i know the chances of u seeing this are low but what did you do??

miaturner user4 threw it on jack’s face

user4 miaturner WHAT

lhughes_06 💪🏻🎉

tmeier96 Happy birthday little Emma!

elladavis 🤍

user5 Nico behind Emma is sooo cute !!!

user6 user5 We don’t know if that’s Nico.

user7 user6 girl wdym it’s literally him he posted 2 photos of her today on his story

user6 user7 Okay, and that still doesn’t prove anything!

user7 user6 girl bye

user8 user6 so there’s this one river in egypt…

user9 i wanna a friendship like theirs so bad :(

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can you do a Yandere Nico di Angelo? please headcanons

''I can not lose you. And I won't." — Nico di Angelo.

❝ 💀 — lady l: I love Nico and we need more content about him 😣. This is dedicated to @nastyavolk-cp, hope you like it! Forgive me for any mistakes! 🤎🖤

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, overprotection, mention of death and murder and toxic relationships.

❝💀pairing: yandere!nico di angelo x gender neutral!reader.

Nico di Angelo wouldn't see that something is wrong or distorted in the way he acts towards you. He firmly believes that he feels what he feels for you just because he loves you and there's nothing wrong with loving someone, right? Maybe some thoughts are more distorted but that's ok. He's fine, there's nothing to worry about.

He is always by your side, even if not always visibly. Nico has the power to travel through shadows and will use it to keep an eye on you. He's paranoid about your safety, he already lost his sister, someone he loved deeply, so he won't lose you too.

You probably won't even notice that he's there, literally in the shadows, watching you and protecting you. His eyes, expertly trained, swept the environment, attentive to any movement, any sign of danger. Nico was like a ghost, always vigilant, always ready to intervene, only noticed if that was what he wanted.

Nico is a generally reserved and quiet person, especially in the presence of other demigods, due to the fact that he feels out of place at Camp Half-Blood. He was like his father, always out of place in the presence of others, but you didn't make him feel out of place, but wanted. You made him feel wanted, like he truly belonged somewhere, with you.

This feeling is something he cherishes and craves more than anything. Nico desperately wants to be loved and accepted for who he is and you make him feel loved and accepted and he can't lose that comfort, that love. He can't lose you.

Nico knows, he is absolutely sure, that he would go crazy if something happened to you. If you were injured, or worse, killed, he would go crazy with anger and sadness. He is a very powerful demigod and the consequences would be serious. The only person truly capable of calming his fury would be you.

He sees in you a chance to be happy, something good in his life and he cannot and will not allow you to be taken away from him. Nico respects you very much and values ​​you and your opinion above everything and everyone. He listens to you like he never listened to anyone else and will do whatever you want. Anything to make you happy.

Nico is quite possessive of your attention and doesn't like sharing it with others. They are not worthy of receiving it because they did nothing to deserve it, not like he did. You are his answer, his salvation and he adores you immensely, he adores you almost as if you were a deity. They don't do that, they don't adore you or appreciate you the way he does, so why would you waste your time on them?

He would definitely steal something from you that you wouldn't miss just to have a piece of you with him always. It could be anything from an item of clothing to your water bottle, he would take it because it's yours and he wants to have you with him. Nico is kind of your worshiper and protector and he craves your approval like a child.

Nico is extremely overprotective of you and that's no surprise. There were dangerous beings, monsters, that could hurt you or murder you and he couldn't have that. He prefers to keep you by his side, but he knows this is unrealistic, so he usually watches you and at any sign of danger, he will take you away. This goes for quests. When you're in danger, it's like something inside him shuts down and all that's on his mind is protecting you. And he used any means to make sure of it.

He doesn't like the idea of ​​you going on quests, but he has no control over that, so he will insist on going with you. It's not ideal when he's hovering over you during a fight, but it proves effective because he doesn't let any monsters get close to you. And after the fight is over, he will wait for your approval and praise.

Nico is a protector, a caretaker who is always there for you when you need him, maybe he's not good with words, but he will offer you comfort and secretly enjoy having you need him, because it shows that you need him just as much. he needs you. And Nico needs you, only the gods know how much he needs you. Just don't leave him, because Nico doesn't know what he'll do if you abandon him.

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What would the yanderes reaction be to Percy being drunk and how would they handle her being drunk?

percy isn't the type to go drinking irresponsibly (cuz GABE 💀) so she always tries to keep her drinking to a minimum!!!! especially since she still has many secrets to keep!!!! she can't risk getting drunk and blurting them all out ofc!

.........but no one told her that the alcoholic drinks served in the gods' side of valhalla would be 10000x stronger than what humans drink 💀 it never even occurred to her either, she thought it'd be normal alcohol but nope, she gets shitfaced within the first 3 sips 😭😭😭

now, she'd be a very bipolar drunk. when she's around people, she'll be giggly and having a blast!!!!! but if she were to be left alone for a minute, suddenly all the bad stuff that's ever happened to her in her life hits her all at once and she becomes a sobbing, weepy mess on the floor 😭

poseidon would concerned, but then he gets lost when percy starts whimpering about how she apparently caused the destruction of atlantis?????? "dad, i'm really really sorry 🥺 i just wanted you to help defeat typhon but i ruined your kingdommmm i'm sorryyyyy 😭😭😭" and he's just "???? atlantis is fine and typhon died before you were even born 😐🔱"

hades is even MORE at a loss because percy's on the floor, crying in front of him for failing his children????? he has never once had any children named nico or bianca (those are italian names, gross!), but she insists that he did and that it was her fault that his nonexistent lesbian daughter died and that she failed to take care of his equally nonexistent son 💀💀💀

APOLLO IS FREAKING THE FUCK OUT 😭😭😭😭 cuz percy is in literal TEARS apologizing for causing the death of his son named michael yew???? who is definitely NOT his son, but what freaks him out the most is the fact that she's not lying. he keeps pressing her for answers and she answers each one of them through tears and now apollo needs to figure out HOW he has a mortal son that apparently died because she destroyed the bridge he was on 💀

anubis is panicking and desperately trying ways to console her but he just freaks out more and more. "i had a puppy back home and i miss herrrrrr 😭😭😭😭" she'd sob. "my baby hellhoud.... 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭" and he's just like "WHO LET YOU HAVE A PET HELLHOUND????" and now he has to refrain himself from attacking hades (poor man's getting the blame for something he didn't do 💀) while trying to calm her down

cú chulainn's awkward af but he's genuinely trying his best 💔 his dumb brat's suddenly wailing about how much she hates being a demigod and how she wished she was a human (to which he scoffed at) and how miserable she is because she's a demigod. again, another scoff. miserable? she's the most privileged demigod to ever exist, coddled, doted, and spoiled by everyone around her. but then she starts sobbing about dead friends and wars and monsters trying to hurt her and he gets a little creeped out like "haha... you've got a wild imagination, moron 😟 haha... relax, ur fine, no one's gonna hurt you... 😟"

loki's having a blast with sad drunk percy up until he realizes that damn her life sucks ASS. now he just feels bad for her 😭 he tries his best to console her, but it's too late cuz he's been egging her on in her misery and she's completely inconsolable at this point. knowing how important her secret is, he teleports her to his room and knocks her out so she can rest. as much as he wants to mess with her, he's a little disturbed by the shit he's learned 💔

MEANWHILE BEELZEBUB'S FRANTICALLY TRYING TO GET PERCY TO SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE SHE SPILLS THE BEANS 😭😭😭😭 the second she starts weeping about her home life, he grabs her and teleports her away instantly. no more drinking for her. he is, however, super curious and desperate to learn more, but at the same time, he's too shaken at the thought of anything bad happening to his beloved 💔 so he knocks her out instead and prepares something to cure the raging hangover she'll have tomorrow 💖

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If you HAD to pick to date, like you don’t have a choice to say no, Leo or Jason??

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Leo

[words-after-midnight]

Revamped intro time! Because my dash is quiet these days and also because I just wanted a shorter and more comprehensive intro.

About me:

Hi, I'm Nico. I write dark contemporary fiction for adults, mostly in genre-bending combinations of crime, horror, and literary. This is my writeblr, where I sporadically interact with folks and post informally about my WIPs. You can also visit my author blog for more formal updates, or visit me on bluesky.

Currently around semi-regularly & most posts you see are queued in advance. I am currently not doing tag games and answering asks very sparingly (due to lack of time, not lack of interest).

I also have a deltarune sideblog.

Active projects:

LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE 🌙❄️ | complete, trimming, will be queried in 2025 | gothic thriller | book of my heart

The story of a dark obsession, and its darker consequences.

THE DOTTED LINE 💀🐍 | re-outlining/zero drafting | psychological horror

An inmate navigates the perilous world of a medium-security American prison while plotting his escape.

SUPERNOVA 💙 | aspiring webcomic/graphic novel, being novelized to get the story down | outlining/zero drafting | speculative dystopian

What if you held the key to the Earth's salvation... and its potential destruction?

[xo2dee]

Not me camping in your asking and showing up every five business days to ask questions 🫣

As I was thinking of SAL (a daily occurrence I fear) I was wondering several things;

- the first isn’t really a question but I found it interesting that MC is a witch (in training) and she has a cat 💀 containing the witch stereotype but I love it

- an actual question or more so wondering was if MC was to be in the events of DMC 5 how would her interactions be with V? Their dynamic and relationship (if one would even exist) his thoughts of her, her thoughts on him and what would eventually be Vergil?

- are there any ships (tv wise, movie or book wise) that you took inspiration from when building the relationship between MC and Vergil? Or any ships that you think share a similarity between them?

- and to piggyback, is there any other character you took inspiration from or share similarities when creating MC?

- do you have any relationship dynamics in mind when it comes to MC relationships with the rest of the gang?

- it’s clear that MC’s mom plays a role in all of this even indirectly but what of her father? Will he play any role or is he not important 💀?

- and this is most definitely a spoiler esque type of question so feel free to deny but would you be able to give us a sneak peek of what MC and Vergil’s relationship will be in the future in form of memes or reactions? (once they deal with all the situations, difficulties, and become a proper couple couple)

thats okay! i love answering any questions you all have for it ❣️

pls i've thought about this from the beginning, too bad he isnt like salem though and talking her head off

i've imagined various ways that could happen and the only one i've ever been able to make sense was that she was already a trained witch because if MC had been present during the events of DMC5 without all that, she would've died (to urizen, but that's a whole different convo anywhooooo). it's hard to say what the relationship might've been because i can't say too much without spoiling more of the relationship with vergil right now, but missing his demonic side V wouldn't have been able to feel the things vergil could feel so if anything, it would've been somewhat friendly maybe. nothing past that, but it's killing me to imagine vergil returning from hell already knowing MC then he gets slapped in the face with her smell and the uncontrollable desire to have her.

i took heavy inspiration from batman/catwoman in the batman movie, and then also some from spiderman/black cat from marvel. i'm a huge fan of cat burglar characters with a rough past growing up and have this flirty and extrovert attitude but deeper layers into them, but then they also have this dynamic with this man that sometimes border on animosity rather than them liking each other. spiderman isn't broody like batman though so i just ignore that and keep to the whole "she pushes his buttons" relationship in there as he slowly catches his feelings. i have my own pinterest board for SAL and these just screams them to me sometimes

like above, seline kyle and felicia hardy, but also some of madison montgomery and bonnie bennett

none really comes to mind, but nero and mc are kinda like nero and nico, but she doesn't pick on him so much and definitely eases up on it when nero finds about her and vergil bc he DOES use it against her lmao.

nope LMAO. he doesn't matter at all

here's a few

yall can pick who has the sandal

but thank you so much for asking these i had a lot of fun!!

[livelaughghoul]

Omg girl with honorary daddy I just meant all the hot elderlies that aren’t on the current grid but should defo be included. But ok here are my recommendations:

The current grid

+ Danny Ric ,Kimi Raikkonen, Sebastian Vettel, Mick Schumacher, Jenson Button, Nico Rosberg

Toto Wolf,

Peter Bonnington,

Daddy Stroll,

Fred Vasseur,

Adrian Newey 😭,

Helmut Marko 💀,

Christian Horner

And I think thar should be enough. I included some personal icks as well this should be so much fun

Here is my smash or pass for the current grid and members below, and my reasoning behind the answer. I hope you all know this is a judgment free zone, please…

Charles Leclerc: smash, but only because I feel like there is some sort of obligation to find this man incredibly attractive. Don’t get me wrong, he’s attractive in a conventional way, but he doesn’t necessarily do it for me.

Carlos Sainz: pass, but if it were his dad? Absolutely would smash this man’s dad. Honestly he’s too pretty for me, like I would ruin him and I don’t want that guilt.

Oscar Piastri: pass, only because I feel like we’re both way too introverted and it would just be weird. Plus I think seeing my hidden tattoos and piercings (I have my nipples and multiple genital piercings btw lol) would potentially give him a heart attack and I don’t want that heat.

Lando Norris: pass, honestly he does nothing for me. I’ve watched a few of Max’s streams (I actually like Max!) and I think mom friend mode would be activated and I’d just lecture him about taking care of himself because what the fuck do you mean you have the money to buy a car but not groceries? Are you dumb?

Max Verstappen: smash, but only because I find his attitude and general demeanor attractive, not necessarily him.

Sergio Perez: SMASH, SMASH, SMASH. No explanation needed.

Nico Hulkenberg: pass, he’s too pretty and honestly I would bad getting between the haasbands, like they’re end game for me.

Kevin Magnussen: ignore my answer above, because I’m absolutely smashing certified track terror Kevin.

Pierre Gasly: give me a few shots of tequila and I’ll smash, but otherwise it’s a pass.

Esteban Ocon: smash, he’s got a really nice voice and I love his accent specifically so like, it makes sense.

Alex Albon: pass, but only because I want the chance to see the animals on his apparent farm. Also let me pet your cats please and thank you.

Franco Colapinto: pass, I’m not a mother so it wouldn’t happen anyways. Also I feel like I’d end up in a similar situation to Lando where mom friend mode gets activated and im taking this grown man grocery shopping because what do you mean your fridge is fucking empty?

Logan Sargeant (yes I’m including him, fight me): pass, only because this is my literal son and I love him and want to protect him. I would die for him.

George Russell: smash, I could break this man and I think it would be fun.

Lewis Hamilton: smash, I think he could break me and it would be fun.

Fernando Alonso: SMASH, SO MUCH SMASHING MY DUDES. LIKE SO MUCH.

Lance Stroll: pass, again, he doesn’t do it for me but his dad certainly does.

Yuki Tsunoda: pass, he’s too just a little guy for me.

Liam Lawson: pass, I don’t like his attitude and I feel like I’d want to discuss why he feels the need to be so performative with how he presents himself and it would just be a lot.

Zhou Guanyu: pass, but only because I want to hang out with his cat and not him.

Valtteri Bottas: smash, feels natural and like it would be an experience nothing would be able to replicate, ever.

Daniel Ricciardo: SMASH, no hesitation. I love a slutty thigh tattoo. I’m a sucker for this man.

Kimi Raikkonen: yall know I’m smashing, this is obvious. I’m in love with this man.

Sebastian Vettel: I’m smashing, but I’m not super into it. I’m more here to talk about sustainability and figure out what I can do to assist. It’s not a fulfilling smash.

Mick Schumacher: he’s literally so pretty, like so pretty. I’m afraid it’s a pass though guy, like I think I would almost feel guilty?? Like he’s so pretty and I’m just a feral little swamp goblin?? It’s not fair.

Jenson Button: smashing, 100%. I feel like this needs no explanation.

Nico Rosberg: pass, but it’s like a really difficult pass.

Toto Wolff: fucking smash my dudes, like I am actively ruining my marriage at the chance to smash (this is a joke I love my husband very much). I’m beginning to realize there is a bit of theme in my answers…

Peter Bonnington: have you seen the size of this dudes chest? The size of his arms? Smash, I’d be crazy not to.

Daddy stroll: smash, absolutely. Honestly? Frothing at the mouth for him.

Fred Vasseur: NO ONE JUDGE ME. Smash, and I’m not proud of it.

Adrian Newey:….smash….swear to god yall better not judge me. He’s just really smart and I find that attractive!!

Helmut Marko: pass, but only because I’m pretty sure if he saw my nipple or clit piercings he would die and I don’t need that additional trauma, ya know?

Christian Horner: pass, he looks too squirrelly to me.

[the-hasegawa-fan]

DRDT EPISODE 14 SPOILERS

My honest thought on Episode 14!!

1.) Okay.. I AM PRAYING ITS NOT ACE. Ace being the culprit seems SO UNDERWHELMING??? It just feels so narratively unsatisfying. Like why would we get a fake out death for Ace, and character moment just for them to kill him?? It feels like Arei all over again, and I just can't make sense of why Ace would randomly kill Arei.

I get that Ace heard the Areivid convo, and he could frame David- but why the fuck would he WANT to kill Arei???? To escape? It just seems so out of nowhere. It just feels SO unsatisfying if Ace is the killer. Like it just makes zero sense to me.

I just REALLY hope it's Eden for my own sake bc if it's Ace i will so disappointed man😭

2.) Also I am SO FUCKIGN HAPPY HU GOT CALLED OUT FOR HER BASELESS DEFENDING. It was so EXHAUSTING. LIKE PLEASE STFU😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

"Why would you all write me off?!?" Zawg why do you think💀

Even Nico heard her and was like:

3.) If Eden killed Arei that would make me SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY. It would rlly send a message to the cast about their situation if Eden was the killer. I can also see the argument about their friendship and why would we get so many scenes if they were both gonna die?

The answer to that is simple, something similar happened in Chapter 1. Xander was killed, and Min killed to protect Teruko. While Xander and Min don't really have any relations, they both had ample scenes with Teruko that demonstrated their friendship.

I REALLY WANT EDEN TO BE THE CULPRIT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DRDT DEV🙏🙏🙏🙏

[nevraeldarya]

I know you already answered that the Olympians won’t ever find out about Rhea interacting with the Norse Pantheon,but will it ever come out that Rhea’s interacting with this new pantheon?Since ROR Apollo is gonna show help with Gaia I’m assuming he’s gonna have some type of interaction with the Olympians.(PJO APOLLO?).One conclusion that I think they will come to is that the ROR Gods are a new/some other Pantheon.It’s also possible the ROR Gods will be mistaken for “minor” Greek Gods.

Anyways I’m bringing this up cuz I can’t shake the idea of ROR Poseidon(and Hades) publicly asking or stealing Rhea and Nico away to join another Pantheon.I also had the amusing thought that after or while they’re fighting Gaia Apollo starts flirting/propositioning Rhea in front of Poseidon and the other Olympians.They might not give a strong reaction to losing Rhea other than PJO Poseidon and maybe Apollo if he’s crushing on her but since you said Rhea is gonna ascend maybe they’ll steal her into their Pantheon after that happens.

The reason I’m bringing this up is because of this one PJO story I read where the Olympians got offended/nearly lost their shit when Percy slept with the leader of another Pantheon and their husband💀.One of the scenes had both Husband and Wife of the other Pantheon asking the Olympians(well mostly Poseidon) for Percy’s hand in marriage.It was a smartly done thing but the God and Goddess from that Pantheon should’ve asked Percy first before telling them because we all know how Percy feels about being made immortal.It gave me a bit of second hand embarrassment for them because they were doing so good against the Olympians but in the end the Olympians had the last laugh all because they forgot to speak to Percy about it.

Is Nico or anyone else gonna become a God?He had a power boost after the blessing so he might be heading there too.Aid also said he wants him to be his heir soo…If he doesn’t ascend on his own than I guess they’ll find a way to make him one.

I wonder if PJO Apollo is gonna notice ROR Apollo pulling on his sun domain.

I know you already answered that the Olympians won’t ever find out about Rhea interacting with the Norse Pantheon,but will it ever come out that Rhea’s interacting with this new pantheon?Since ROR Apollo is gonna show help with Gaia I’m assuming he’s gonna have some type of interaction with the Olympians.(PJO APOLLO?).One conclusion that I think they will come to is that the ROR Gods are a new/some other Pantheon.It’s also possible the ROR Gods will be mistaken for “minor” Greek Gods.

If they find out, which in a way they will but linking it to Rhea would be impossible cause both her and ROR Apollo know how to bullshit their way out, the first by manipulation and the second by avoiding since he can't lie.

Also you guys are gonna see some ROR and PJO Apollos interaction but NOT in the way ya'll think :)

Anyways I’m bringing this up cuz I can’t shake the idea of ROR Poseidon(and Hades) publicly asking or stealing Rhea and Nico away to join another Pantheon. I also had the amusing thought that after or while they’re fighting Gaia Apollo starts flirting/propositioning Rhea in front of Poseidon and the other Olympians. They might not give a strong reaction to losing Rhea other than PJO Poseidon and maybe Apollo if he’s crushing on her but since you said Rhea is gonna ascend maybe they’ll steal her into their Pantheon after that happens.

Eeeeeh... I can't answer this without giving a spoiler really, Rhea's ascension is ... delicate matter (⚆₋₍⚆)

The reason I’m bringing this up is because of this one PJO story I read where the Olympians got offended/nearly lost their shit when Percy slept with the leader of another Pantheon and their husband💀.One of the scenes had both Husband and Wife of the other Pantheon asking the Olympians(well mostly Poseidon) for Percy’s hand in marriage.It was a smartly done thing but the God and Goddess from that Pantheon should’ve asked Percy first before telling them because we all know how Percy feels about being made immortal.It gave me a bit of second hand embarrassment for them because they were doing so good against the Olympians but in the end the Olympians had the last laugh all because they forgot to speak to Percy about it.

now what did I plan ... heheheheheh HEHEHEHEHE ... ya'll gonna have to wait and see ¬‿¬

Is Nico or anyone else gonna become a God?He had a power boost after the blessing so he might be heading there too.Aid also said he wants him to be his heir soo…If he doesn’t ascend on his own than I guess they’ll find a way to make him one.

Some yeah

I wonder if PJO Apollo is gonna notice ROR Apollo pulling on his sun domain.

No, ROR Apollo wouldn’t draw power from PJO Apollo because his power is entirely his own. Here’s why:

ROR Gods embody their domains: They are essentially Pseudo-Primordials, deeply tied to their domains. While not actual Primordials, they function on a level where they could be mistaken for one

Examples of domain embodiment:

Poseidonas death caused the sea levels to dangerously lower because he was the supreme sea god. (the sea lost its primary stabilizing force. This drop in sea levels could lead to ecological collapse—marine ecosystems would be destroyed, weather patterns would change drastically, and life on land could face droughts and food shortages due to the disruption of the water cycle.)

Aidoneus’ death caused the Underworld to collapse since his existence maintained its structure. (The Underworld collapsing is catastrophic because it disrupts the natural cycle of life and death. Souls might be left to roam aimlessly, causing chaos in both the mortal and divine realms. This destabilization could lead to catastrophic consequences for existence itself, it's like a company without a CEO or management, it's bound to go bankrupt)

Apollo’s disappearance made the sun grow larger. Other sun gods had to step in to stabilize its size and prevent it from exploding. (Like Aidoneus and Poseidonas, ROR Apollo is the TOP Sun God since the greeks in ROR worlds are the leaders, a larger sun is extremely dangerous because it accelerates its death. The bigger a star, the faster it burns through its fuel. Without control, the sun would eventually explode (a supernova), wiping out Earth and the rest of the solar system. In the short term, the increase in size could cause extreme heat, making Earth uninhabitable and wiping out most forms of life. the people are safe now because they are in Valhalla which is in another dimension not connected to Earth.)

Brunhilde’s plan had unintended consequences:

Even if humanity wins Ragnarok, the world’s balance is upset. Humanity is unlikely to survive more than a couple of centuries at BEST.

The gods don’t need humans to survive, but humans need the gods to maintain essential functions like the sun, sea, and underworld.

In Conclusion: ROR Apollo doesn’t pull power from PJO Apollo because he is the embodiment of the sun in his world. His power is inherent and independent not borrowed.

Which means if angered and at full power ... well you don't want to know.