cassandra-the-witch-007

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can we have a charles dad where his teen daughter (roughly 14-15) is sick? how would he react and take care of her?

loving your works!!

Mama and Papa are here

The apartment was filled with the warm aroma of homemade pasta sauce, simmering softly on the stove. Charles stood by the counter, chopping fresh basil while Alexandra stirred the pot, a content smile on her face.

"I think she'll like this," Charles said, glancing toward the clock. "She had that big math test today. She deserves her favorite meal."

Alexandra chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Always the caring Papa. She'll love it, trust me."

From the living room, Leo let out a small whine, his little body curled up on the soft couch. His dark eyes kept flicking toward the door, his tail wagging lazily in anticipation.

"He misses her," Alexandra said softly, watching the dachshund twitch his ears at every small sound.

"Yeah," Charles agreed, warmth filling his chest. "He always knows when she's about to come home."

The familiar sound of the key turning in the lock made Leo jump up immediately, tail wagging furiously as the door opened. But instead of the usual cheerful greeting, a quiet sigh escaped from their daughter as she stepped inside.

"Hey, sweetheart," Alexandra called, stepping into the hallway. Her smile quickly faded as she took in her daughter’s appearance. Yn's face was pale, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her shoulders slumped with exhaustion.

Charles was by her side in seconds, his hand gently resting on her forehead. "Mon ange," he murmured, concern etched into his voice, "you're burning up."

"I—I don't feel so good," Yn whispered, her voice weak and trembling slightly.

Alexandra moved swiftly, her hand coming to Yn's back. "Let’s get you out of those clothes and into something more comfortable, okay? You’ll feel better soon, baby."

As Alexandra guided Yn to the bathroom, Charles hurried to their bedroom. His mind raced as he gathered everything they might need—extra blankets, a hot water bottle, the small box of medicine from the cabinet. His heart ached at the thought of his little girl feeling so unwell.

By the time Alexandra led Yn into the room, Charles had transformed the bed into a warm, comforting nest. He opened his arms immediately, and without hesitation, Yn crawled in, nestling against his chest.

"You're going to be okay," he promised softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead.

Alexandra knelt beside the bed, a cool cloth in her hands as she began to dab Yn's overheated face. "Let’s check your temperature, baby," she said gently, handing the thermometer to Charles.

Y/N barely flinched as Charles placed the thermometer in her ear. He wrapped his other arm protectively around her shoulders, whispering quiet reassurances.

"39.4," Charles read softly, his chest tightening. "She’s really warm."

Alexandra pressed a kiss to Yn's temple. "Okay, sweetheart. We’re going to give you some medicine, and you’ll feel better soon."

Charles carefully measured out the syrup, holding the spoon to Yn’s lips. "I know it doesn’t taste great," he said softly as she swallowed it with a grimace. "But it’ll help."

Leo, who had been pacing at the edge of the bed, finally decided he had waited long enough. With a small bounce, he leapt onto the mattress, curling up against Yn’s side and resting his tiny head on her shoulder.

"You missed her, huh?" Charles said softly, scratching behind the dachshund’s ears.

Yn let out a faint giggle, her fingers curling into Leo’s soft fur. "He’s so warm," she murmured sleepily.

Alexandra tucked the blankets tighter around their daughter. "How about we stay here with you for a bit? Would you like that?"

Yn gave a weak nod, her heavy eyelids fluttering shut. Charles exchanged a glance with Alexandra before shifting to lean against the headboard, allowing Yn to curl more comfortably into his chest. Alexandra slid into bed behind her, wrapping her arms protectively around both of them.

The room fell into a soothing quiet, the only sounds being the occasional stir of pasta sauce from the kitchen and the soft sighs of their daughter nestled between them. Charles pressed a kiss to Yn's warm forehead, wishing he could take the fever away just by holding her.

"Remember that story you used to love?" he asked softly, a smile tugging at his lips despite the ache in his heart. "The one about the little fox who wanted to find the moon?"

Yn hummed softly, her face half-buried in his sweater. "Yeah…"

"Want me to read it to you?" he offered, brushing his fingers gently through her hair.

"Okay," she whispered.

Charles reached over to the nightstand, pulling out the worn, familiar book. It had been her favorite bedtime story for years, and as he flipped to the first page, the memories flooded back—nights spent curled up together, the sound of her soft laughter, the way she used to fall asleep halfway through the story.

His voice was soft and soothing as he began to read. "Once upon a time, in a quiet little forest, there was a curious young fox who wanted to touch the moon…"

He felt Yn relax further against him, her breathing growing softer and slower. By the time he reached the middle of the story, her small body had gone limp against his chest.

"I think she’s asleep," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alexandra smiled softly, brushing a kiss against Yn’s temple. "You’re magic," she teased gently, her arms still wrapped around both of them. "Always have been."

Charles chuckled under his breath, the sound warm and quiet. "I just love her."

Leo shifted slightly, letting out a contented sigh as he nestled closer against Yn, his little head still resting protectively against hers.

For a while, they stayed like that—wrapped in warmth and love, the soft rise and fall of their daughter’s breathing filling the room. Charles tightened his hold, heart aching with tenderness as he pressed another kiss to her forehead.

"Sleep, mon amour," he whispered. "Papa and Mama are right here. Always."

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Heyy Babes Can you please write Dad!Lewis where he loves to spoil his baby and someone questions him about it in an interview or smth like that. Thank youu

Spoiling her rotten

The paddock was buzzing with energy as the drivers gathered around, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation before qualifying. The Ferrari garage was unusually lively today, and it wasn't because of strategy discussions or mechanics making last-minute adjustments. No, the source of the excitement was a tiny, giggling little girl currently waiting in the Ferrari hospitality with her grandparents.

Three-year-old Yn, Lewis’ daughter, was a little bundle of energy, and everyone who had met her agreed on one thing—she was the most spoiled child in the world. But no one really minded. How could they? The sight of Lewis, the seven-time world champion, carrying around his daughter like she was the most precious thing in existence was something no one could resist smiling at.

“He spoils her so much,” Max muttered, shaking his head fondly as they all stood near the Ferrari garage, chatting before the session.

“I think it’s adorable,” Carlos admitted, taking a sip from his water bottle. “She’s the cutest kid I’ve ever seen.”

“You mean the most spoiled?” Lando chimed in. “Have you seen the way he looks at her? If she asked for the moon, I think he’d find a way to get it for her.”

Lewis, who had just approached the group, rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the proud smile on his face. “Of course, I spoil my princess. She deserves it.”

The teasing only increased at his statement, with George dramatically placing a hand on his heart. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Charles, who had been quietly listening, chuckled. “I think it’s nice. She’s only three. It’s good that she has a dad who loves her that much.”

Lewis shot Charles a grateful look before turning his attention back to the rest of the group. “You guys just don’t get it. When you have a little one who looks at you like you’re their whole world, you just want to give them everything.”

Before anyone could respond, a small voice called out, cutting through the noise of the paddock. “Daddy!”

The drivers all turned to see Yn running full speed toward them, her tiny legs moving as fast as they could. Her little Ferrari team shirt looked oversized on her small frame, and her curly hair bounced with each step. But what stood out the most was the stuffed pink bunny she was clutching tightly in her arms.

Lewis crouched down just in time to catch her as she jumped into his arms. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “There’s my princess. Did you have fun with Grandma and Grandpa?”

Yn nodded eagerly before holding out the bunny for everyone to see. “Look! Daddy got me a bunny!”

The drivers all leaned in to admire the toy, but it was Charles who gave the biggest reaction. He gasped dramatically, eyes wide as he gently touched the bunny’s floppy ear. “Wow! That is the cutest bunny I’ve ever seen.”

Yn beamed, clearly pleased with his reaction. “It’s soft!” She pressed the bunny to her cheek before holding it out to Charles. “Feel it!”

Charles obediently ran a hand over the stuffed animal. “Oh, it’s very soft. What’s its name?”

Yn scrunched her nose in thought before shrugging. “Bunny.”

The drivers burst into laughter at her simple but effective choice of name. “A very good name,” Charles approved, nodding seriously.

Lewis kissed the top of her head. “See? I told you Bunny was a great choice.”

Yn giggled before resting her head on Lewis’ shoulder, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Lando, ever the instigator, smirked. “Okay, but let’s be honest, honey—how many stuffed animals do you already have at home?”

Yn lifted her head, thinking hard before holding up four fingers. “This many.”

Lewis sighed. “She has way more than that.”

George grinned. “And yet, you keep buying more.”

Lewis huffed. “Like I said, she deserves it.” He bounced Yn slightly in his arms, making her giggle again. “I’ll spoil her as much as I want.”

Charles shook his head with a small smile, watching the interaction fondly. “I think it’s sweet.”

Yn turned her bright eyes on Charles again. “Do you have a bunny?”

Charles chuckled. “No, but I think I need one now.”

Yn gasped. “You can get one! Daddy will buy you one!”

The group exploded into laughter at her confidence, and Lewis playfully poked her side. “I spoil you, not the other drivers.”

Yn pouted before reaching for Charles’ hand. “I share Bunny with you.”

Charles placed one hand over his heart, the other one on hers. “I’m honored.”

Yn grinned, clearly pleased with herself before snuggling back into Lewis’ arms. The drivers continued to joke and tease, but there was an undeniable warmth in the group. No one doubted for a second that Lewis’ little princess was the most loved child in the paddock.

And if Lewis wanted to spoil her forever, no one would stop him.

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Authors Note: Hey, loves. I hope you enjoy this story. My requests are always open and I'm more than happy to write your story.

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Hey love. Could I please request some dad!Carlos, where he is super protective in front of the media but a huge softie in reality. Like playing dolls and princess with his darling.

Thank you🥹🥰

Carlos' little princess

The early morning light bathed the Spanish villa in soft hues of gold as Carlos gently lifted his four-year-old daughter, Yn, into his arms. She clung to her Papá sleepily, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck as she nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder. Today was a big day—race weekend had arrived, and while Rebecca couldn’t make it due to a modeling commitment, Carlos had insisted that Yn come along. He couldn't imagine a weekend without his little princess by his side.

“Are you excited, mi princesa?” he asked softly, smoothing back her unruly curls as he carried her to the car.

Yn yawned, rubbing her eyes before nodding. “Will I see tío Lando?” she asked sleepily.

Carlos chuckled. “Sí, mi amor. You’ll see tío Lando, and many more of Papá’s friends.”

With Yn safely buckled into her car seat, they set off for the track. Carlos glanced at her through the rearview mirror, smiling as she played with her stuffed unicorn, one of her favorite toys. The drive was peaceful, filled with the occasional question from Yn about the race, who would be there, and most importantly, whether there would be snacks.

When they arrived at the paddock, the media was already present, cameras clicking as soon as Carlos stepped out of the car. He wasted no time unbuckling Yn and lifting her into his arms, holding her protectively close.

“Papá, so many people!” she whispered, clutching his shirt.

Carlos pressed a reassuring kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry, princesa. They just want to take some pictures, but they won’t come too close.”

The photographers kept their respectful distance, capturing the heartwarming sight of the usually intense driver cradling his daughter with so much tenderness. Unbothered, Yn buried her face in his shoulder, sighing contentedly as he carried her into the paddock.

Inside, the Williams team had set up a small play area for Yn. Carlos trusted their staff, and since they had a few younger mechanics who loved kids, he felt comfortable letting her play while he handled his team duties.

“Now, princesa, you be good and listen to tío Alex and the others, okay?” Carlos crouched down to her level, making sure she understood.

Yn nodded enthusiastically. “Sí, Papá! I will!” Then she leaned forward and whispered, “Can I have ice cream later?”

Carlos laughed. “We’ll see. Only if you eat all your lunch, okay?”

With that deal struck, Yn happily went off to play, leaving Carlos to focus on his meetings and practice sessions. Still, his gaze often flickered towards her play area, making sure she was happy and safe.

During lunch, Yn sat on his lap, her little hands holding a small sandwich as she ate. “Papá, you drive so fast,” she said between bites.

“Of course, mi amor,” Carlos grinned, tapping her nose. “That’s my job!”

She giggled, kicking her tiny feet. “I like it when you go vroooom!”

After lunch, Yn tugged on his sleeve insistently. “Papá, play dolls with me!”

Carlos raised a brow. “Right now? But Papá has to prepare for the race.”

Yn pouted, her big brown eyes widening in that irresistible way only a child could master. “But only you play dolls right, Papá!”

With a dramatic sigh, Carlos gave in. “Okay, okay. But only for a little while.”

What he didn’t expect was the media capturing the whole moment.

There he was, one of the fiercest competitors on the grid, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hospitality suite, holding a tiny plastic doll in his large, calloused hands. Yn, looking completely in her element, was instructing him on how the princess should be dressed for her royal ball.

“No, Papá! She needs the pink dress, not the blue one!” she said, her tone exasperated but affectionate.

“Oh, lo siento, princesa,” Carlos said, barely containing his laughter. He swapped out the dresses, following her lead.

The sight was nothing short of adorable. The cameras outside the hospitality suite snapped pictures through the windows, capturing the moment a world-class driver played dolls with his daughter, occasionally kissing her cheek and making her burst into giggles.

Meanwhile, in the paddock, Lando, Charles, and Alex had spotted the scene and were watching with amused grins.

“I never thought I’d see the day,” Lando whispered. “Carlos playing with dolls.”

Charles smirked. “He’s completely wrapped around her little finger.”

Alex chuckled. “Honestly? It’s adorable.”

Inside, Carlos finally put the doll down, stretching his arms. “Okay, princesa, now Papá really has to work.”

Yn huffed dramatically. “Fine. But we play more later!”

He scooped her up into his arms, pressing another kiss to her cheek. “Deal.”

That evening, as he got ready for his qualifying session, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw his little girl cheering him on from the sidelines, waving enthusiastically.

Carlos may have been a racing driver, but first and foremost, he was a father. And nothing, not even a championship title, could compare to the love he had for his little Yn.

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Authors Note: hey guys. I hope you enjoy me first story. My requests are open for everybody!

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Girl I just read the dad Lewis one with baby Hamilton and I got an idea. What if baby Hamilton likes carlos like having a silly crush on him and she doesn't understand why he's not wearing red anymore then finds out why and first she's upset with Lewis then she's sad for carlos thinking he's sad. so Lewis arranges a meeting for them to show that carlos isn't actually sad.

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Sweet Confusion

Yn Hamilton had always loved the paddock. At just three years old, it was a magical place filled with roaring engines, gleaming cars, and the friendly faces of drivers who felt like family. But more than anything, it was where her daddy was. Her daddy was her hero, and the paddock was their shared world. She adored the fast cars and the tire changes, but what made it truly special were the people—especially the drivers.

Her favorites were her daddy, George, Charles, and Carlos. Charles always waved at her when she ran around with her dolls, and Carlos would often crouch down to give her a high-five or a playful grin. Their kindness made her feel like the paddock was her second home. But this year, something felt different.

As she walked into the paddock, holding her daddy’s hand, Yn noticed they weren’t heading toward the usual garage. Instead, they were walking toward the Ferrari area. Her little steps quickened to keep up, but she didn’t ask questions—not yet. When they entered Ferrari’s garage, her eyes lit up at the sight of Charles standing nearby, his familiar smile warming her heart.

"Hi, Charlie!" Yn called out, waving both hands excitedly.

"Salut, ma petite!" Charles replied, kneeling to give her a hug. "How’s my favourite fan today?"

"Good!" Yn beamed. "I’m with Daddy!"

Charles chuckled and ruffled her hair, but Yn’s smile faltered as she glanced around. Something felt off. "Charlie… where’s Carlos?" she asked, her tiny voice tinged with concern. "Carlos isn’t in the red garage anymore."

Charles hesitated, his smile fading for a moment. He wasn’t sure how to explain it to her. "Hey, Yn," he said gently, "why don’t you sit here with your dolls for a bit? I’ll be right back."

Yn nodded, sitting down with her toys, but her eyes kept darting around the garage. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something important had changed. A few minutes later, her daddy appeared beside her.

"Hey, my girl," Lewis said softly, crouching to her level. "What’s with the serious face?"

"Daddy," Yn began, her voice small and uncertain, "where’s Carlos? Why isn’t he in the red garage anymore? Did he go away?"

Lewis sighed, realizing she’d noticed the change. "Carlos isn’t at Ferrari anymore, sweetheart," he explained gently. "He’s racing for Williams now. It’s a new team, but he’s still the same Carlos."

Yn’s face scrunched up in confusion. "But… why? I like him in red. Did you take his red away, Daddy?"

Lewis’s heart ached at her innocence. "No, darling," he said, brushing a hand over her hair. "Carlos made a choice to race for Williams. It’s something he wanted to do. He’s still your friend, and you’ll still see him. He’s just wearing a different color now."

Yn looked down at her dolls, her little hands gripping them tightly. "But I like red," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I like Carlos in red."

Lewis pulled her into a gentle hug. "I know, sweetheart. But Carlos is happy, and that’s what matters. You’ll still get to see him and give him hugs, just like before."

Yn nodded slowly, though her face still showed a hint of sadness. "Can we go see him now? I want to make sure he’s okay."

"Of course we can," Lewis said, smiling reassuringly. "Let’s go visit him."

They made their way to the Williams garage, and as soon as Yn spotted Carlos, her face lit up. He was chatting with his crew but immediately turned when he saw her.

"Chica!" Carlos called out, kneeling with open arms. "I’m so happy to see you!"

Yn rushed into his embrace, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. "Carlos! I was worried about you. You’re not wearing red anymore. Daddy says you’re happy, but… I miss your red suit."

Carlos chuckled softly, his heart melting at her innocence. "I’m still the same Carlos, Yn. The color of my suit doesn’t change that. I’ll always be your friend, no matter what I’m wearing."

Yn looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes. "Promise?"

"I promise," Carlos said, smiling warmly. "And you know what? I’ll still give you high-fives and hugs, just like before."

Yn giggled, her worries fading as she touched his blue suit. "Okay, Carlos. I like your blue suit too."

Lewis watched from a distance, relieved to see Yn’s smile return. "Thanks, Carlos," he said, walking over. "You’ve always been great with her."

"Always will be," Carlos replied, giving Yn one last hug before standing up. "She’s a special kid."

Yn clutched her dolls, her heart full again. "Daddy, can we go find George now? I want to show him my new doll!"

Lewis laughed, ruffling her hair. "Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go."

As they walked away, Yn glanced back at Carlos and waved. He waved back, his smile as warm as ever. Even though things had changed, the paddock still felt like home. Carlos was still Carlos, and that was all that mattered.

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Welcome to my blog!

Hello, lovely people!

I just started writing, and I’m so excited to share my stories with you! Here, you’ll find heartwarming tales of F1 drivers as dads, featuring daughter!reader moments. I mostly imagine the daughter as a toddler, but I’m totally open to exploring different ages too!

I’d love to hear your ideas—requests are completely anonymous, so don’t hesitate to send one in! Your suggestions will help bring these stories to life, and I can’t wait to start writing them for you.

Hope you enjoy your time here, and I can’t wait to see you around!

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Hello, would it be alright if i requested an f1 x driver reader where the retired drivers like seb, kimi and jenson where they’re like grid dads for the reader

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-xoxo babygirl 💜

Always have her back

The paddock was unusually quiet for a Thursday, but Yn could feel the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. She kept her head low, sunglasses shielding her tired eyes from the prying lenses of photographers. The echoes of last weekend’s race still rang in her ears—screeching tires, the sudden thud, Lando’s voice crackling over the radio, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m fine. Just unlucky, huh?”

But the media didn’t care about accidents or bad luck. They cared about headlines, and Yn had become their favourite target.

“Too emotional.”

“Not cut out for F1.”

“This is what happens when you let a woman race with the big boys.”

The words burned in her mind, each headline another jab at her confidence. She tried to shrug it off, but every question in the press conference, every snide comment from pundits, was like pouring salt into an open wound.

“Hey,” a soft voice called from behind her. She turned to see Charles, his green eyes filled with concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she lied, forcing a smile. “Just… long day.”

He wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t push. “We’re having dinner tonight. Come with us?”

She shook her head. “Not in the mood, Charles. Sorry.”

Charles watched her walk away, jaw tightening. This wasn’t right. None of it was. Lando had defended her countless times since the crash, even standing up to reporters, but they wouldn’t let it go. And Yn, the fiery, determined driver they all admired, was beginning to crumble under the pressure.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. His finger hovered over a familiar name before pressing the call button.

“Hello?” a calm voice answered.

“Seb, I need your help.”

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By Friday morning, the paddock was abuzz with whispers. Reporters glanced at each other in confusion as Sebastian walked through the gates, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. But it wasn’t just Seb. Kimi followed close behind, his signature stoic expression making the cameras shy away from approaching him.

“Seb! Kimi! What brings you here?” Carlos greeted them with his usual grin.

“Came to see a friend,” Seb replied simply, eyes scanning the crowd.

“Did Charles call you?” Lando asked quietly, already guessing the reason for their unexpected visit.

Seb nodded. “How bad is it?”

“She’s holding up, but barely,” Lando admitted, guilt flashing across his face. “I hate that this is happening because of me.”

“Hey,” Seb placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “This isn’t your fault.”

Kimi, who had been silent, finally spoke up. “Where is she?”

“Probably in the motorhome,” Charles answered as he joined them. “She’s avoiding everyone.”

Seb nodded. “Let’s go.”

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Yn sat in the Red Bull motorhome, staring blankly at the coffee cup in her hands. The door creaked open, and she sighed, expecting another teammate coming to check on her.

“I’m fine, Max, really—” She froze when she saw who it was.

“Seb?” she whispered, blinking in disbelief.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted with a soft smile.

Before she could say anything, Kimi stepped in behind him, nodding in acknowledgment.

“What are you—how—” she stammered, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Charles called,” Seb explained, sitting down beside her. “He was worried about you. We all are.”

Yn bit her lip, trying to hold back the emotions she had been burying all week. “I’m fine,” she insisted weakly.

“Bullshit,” Kimi said bluntly, leaning against the wall with crossed arms.

Seb chuckled softly. “He’s not wrong.”

Yn let out a shaky breath. “It’s just… they won’t stop. I’ve tried ignoring it, but it’s everywhere. They keep saying I don’t belong here.”

Seb’s face softened. “You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” she whispered. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m not cut out for this.”

“Yn,” Kimi’s voice cut through the room like ice. “You’re one of the best drivers here. The media are just… a bunch of idiots who don’t know shit.”

Seb nodded. “Exactly. They’re vultures. They need something to pick at, and right now, that’s you. But that doesn’t mean they’re right.”

“But what if—”

“No,” Seb interrupted gently. “No ‘what ifs.’ You belong here, Yn. You’ve worked just as hard as anyone else. Harder, even.”

Her voice trembled. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

Kimi sighed, walking over to sit across from her. “Listen, I’ve dealt with the media my whole career. They’re going to say what they want, no matter what you do. Don’t let them win.”

Seb squeezed her hand. “You have to trust yourself. We do. Lando does. Every driver here knows you deserve that seat.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. “I just… I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Kimi’s eyes hardened. “Then we’ll make them stop.”

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The press conference room was packed on Saturday morning. The usual questions about strategy and car performance were quickly overshadowed when Kimi was handed a microphone.

“Kimi, it’s surprising to see you here this weekend. Any particular reason?”

Kimi leaned forward, expression unreadable. “Yeah. Here for Yn.”

The room went silent. The reporter cleared his throat. “Ah, yes. There’s been a lot of discussion about her performance—”

“Discussion?” Kimi interrupted with a dry chuckle. “More like harassment.”

Another reporter chimed in, “Many believe that after last weekend’s collision, she—”

“Did her best,” Kimi shot back, eyes narrowing. “It was an accident. Happens to everyone.”

“But don’t you think—”

“No,” Kimi interrupted sharply. “I don’t think. I know. She’s a damn good driver. Better than half of you could ever dream of being.”

Seb, seated beside him, nodded in agreement. “You keep talking about her emotions, her being ‘too soft.’ Funny. She’s stronger than any of you. She’s here, facing all this crap, and still getting in that car every weekend.”

Kimi, never one to mince words, leaned closer to the microphone. “You’re all a bunch of cunts who can’t leave an innocent girl alone.”

The room gasped, whispers erupting across the room. But Kimi wasn’t finished.

“She didn’t do anything wrong. You did. So maybe, shut up and let her race.”

Seb, smirking, added, “Well said.”

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Back at the Red Bull garage, Yn sat glued to the screen, tears streaming down her face. Charles, Lando, and Max sat beside her, all smiling softly.

“You see that?” Lando whispered. “They’ve got your back. We all do.”

Yn wiped her eyes, a small smile breaking through. “Yeah. I see that.”

Seb and Kimi returned shortly after, both looking smug.

“Feel better?” Seb asked.

Yn laughed through her tears. “A little. Kimi, you were a legend.”

“Counts,” Kimi corrected dryly.

Yn’s eyes widened. “You did not!”

Kimi shrugged. “They deserved it.”

Seb grinned. “Now, let’s get you back on track, yeah?”

Yn nodded, determination finally returning to her eyes. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

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Race day arrived, and as Yn stepped into her car, the weight of the week’s pressure felt a little lighter. Because now, she knew—no matter what the media said, she wasn’t alone.

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Could I please request Hamilton daughter reader. Maybe a cute moment with Roscoe and Leo?

Enjoy reading and send some requests!

-xoxo babygirl ♥️

Dogs, Bikes, and Free Rides

It was a sunny afternoon at the GP, the air warm and inviting as birds chirped faintly in the background. The paddock was bustling with energy—mechanics fine-tuning cars, media crews setting up shots, and team personnel buzzing around like bees.

Five-year-old Yn was less concerned with the hustle and bustle of the race weekend and more intrigued by the perfect weather. Her curly hair bounced with each excited step as she explored the Ferrari motorhome with her dad and Charles. The two were deep into filming some content for the team, laughter and friendly teasing filling the space between takes.

Yn sat cross-legged on a bench, her chin resting in her small hands as she watched her dad talk animatedly to the camera. Charles stood beside him, his trademark grin ever present. Boredom started to creep in, making Yn fidget.

Then, she had an idea.

Spotting her little red bike propped against the fence nearby, Yn's face lit up. But there was a problem—she didn’t want to leave the dogs behind. Roscoe, her dad’s beloved bulldog, was lounging lazily on the grass, while Leo, Charles’ mischievous dachshund, wagged his tail excitedly as if sensing adventure.

“Hmm,” Yn mused to herself, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

Determined, she marched over to the dogs. “Okay, guys,” she announced seriously, “we’re going on a ride.”

Roscoe snorted in response, clearly uninterested in moving. Leo, on the other hand, barked happily, ready for anything.

With great difficulty, Yn managed to coax Roscoe up and into the front basket of her bike. He grumbled but complied, his heavy body nearly tipping the bike over.

“Whoa! Stay still, Roscoe!” she giggled, struggling to balance.

Leo, much lighter, was easier to handle. He leaped into the basket beside Roscoe, his tail wagging furiously. Yn stepped back, admiring her work.

“Perfect,” she declared proudly, dusting off her hands.

Gripping the handlebars tightly, she climbed onto the bike. With a determined push, she started pedaling, the dogs wobbling slightly in the basket before settling in.

The wind whipped through Yn’s curls as she cycled down the service road that ran parallel to the track. The rhythmic hum of engines in the distance only added to the excitement.

Meanwhile, her dad and Charles had just wrapped up their segment. Charles stretched his arms overhead, glancing around. That’s when he spotted Yn in the distance, pedaling furiously with two dogs precariously balanced in the basket.

A laugh bubbled up in his chest. “Uh, is that Yn?”

Lewis followed Charles’ gaze, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“What the—” he started, blinking in disbelief. “Is she... is that Roscoe and Leo in the basket?”

Charles nodded, grinning. “Yep. Looks like they’re getting the VIP treatment.”

As Yn drew closer, Lewis stepped toward the edge of the track, waving his arms.

“Yn! What are you doing?” he called out, his voice a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Yn didn’t even slow down. Her little legs pumped furiously as she yelled back, completely unbothered, “The dogs wanted a free ride!”

Charles burst out laughing, doubling over as Lewis stood there, utterly baffled.

“A free ride?” Lewis repeated incredulously, shaking his head. “Roscoe doesn’t even like moving!”

Yn zipped past them, her focus unwavering. Roscoe looked mildly annoyed but resigned, while Leo barked gleefully, clearly enjoying the adventure.

“She’s fearless,” Charles managed between laughs. “And creative. You gotta give her that.”

Lewis sighed, though a smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah, she gets that from me, I guess.”

Charles nudged him playfully. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

They watched as Yn disappeared around the bend, her determined figure growing smaller.

“You think we should go after her?” Charles asked, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye.

Lewis shrugged, a fond smile settling on his face. “Nah, she’ll be back when she gets tired. She’s got this whole paddock wrapped around her little finger.”

“True,” Charles agreed. “Plus, Roscoe’s too lazy to let this go on for long.”

As predicted, it wasn’t long before Yn reappeared, her pace slower but still steady. She pulled up in front of her dad and Charles, her face flushed with triumph.

“See?” she panted. “Told you they wanted a ride.”

Lewis crossed his arms, trying to look stern but failing miserably. “And what if you tipped over, huh? What then?”

Yn gave him a confident grin. “Didn’t tip, though.”

Charles chuckled. “She’s got a point.”

Lewis shook his head in disbelief. “You’re too much, kid.”

Yn beamed proudly. “Thanks, Daddy.”

Charles crouched down, scratching Roscoe behind the ears. “So, how was the ride, Roscoe?”

The bulldog snorted, clearly unimpressed. Leo, on the other hand, barked enthusiastically.

“Leo liked it,” Yn said matter-of-factly. “Roscoe’s just grumpy.”

“I can relate,” Charles teased, earning a playful swat from Lewis.

“Alright, adventure girl,” Lewis said, lifting her off the bike. “Let’s get you and these dogs some water before you pass out.”

“Okay, but can we do it again later?” Yn asked hopefully.

Lewis sighed, exchanging a glance with Charles.

“We’ll see,” he said diplomatically.

Charles grinned. “That’s a yes.”

Yn cheered, throwing her arms in the air. “Best day ever!”

As they made their way back to the motorhome, Yn chattered animatedly about her next great idea, leaving her dad and Charles shaking their heads fondly.

One thing was certain—life was never boring with Yn around.

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Nothing’s scary when I'm with you

The moment the car pulled up to the glittering red carpet, the world outside the tinted windows turned into a kaleidoscope of flashing cameras and excited screams. Yn could hear it all—fans chanting her name, photographers yelling instructions at each other to get the best angles, and the low hum of chatter from the crowd behind the barricades. Despite having dreamed of this moment for years, it was a little overwhelming.

“Are you ready, love?” Charles’s warm voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

She turned to him, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of his soft smile. He was impeccably dressed, as always, in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo that hugged his frame just right. His tie matched the deep gold accents of her dress—a little detail he insisted on, saying, "I want to match you, mon amour. You're my star tonight."

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Yn replied, her voice steady but laced with nerves.

Charles reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing motion. “You’re going to be amazing out there. You always are. And remember, I’m right here.”

She nodded, feeling the familiar wave of comfort that only Charles could bring. The driver opened the door, and the screams hit a higher pitch. Charles stepped out first, immediately greeted by the chaos of the cameras. He ignored it all, extending his hand to help Yn out of the car.

As soon as she stepped out, the energy of the crowd shifted. The cheers turned deafening, and the photographers’ yells grew frantic.

“Yn! Over here!”

“Yn, you look stunning!”

“Charles, look this way!”

“Yn, how does it feel to star in Gladiator?”

Charles stayed rooted beside her, his hand never leaving hers. The way he looked at her as she stepped into the spotlight was enough to melt her nerves. His gaze was full of pride and admiration, like she was the only person in the world.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered into her ear, his voice low and reassuring.

Yn smiled at him, squeezing his hand before turning her attention to the cameras. She posed gracefully, her confidence growing with each step forward. Her gown shimmered under the bright lights, the intricate gold embroidery catching everyone’s attention.

Charles stayed close, letting her shine but never taking his eyes off her. He wasn’t interested in the cameras or the reporters yelling his name. His entire focus was on Yn—her radiant smile, the way she carried herself with poise, and the soft laugh she let out when he cracked a quiet joke just for her.

“You’re stealing the show,” he teased, leaning closer as they made their way down the carpet.

She chuckled, her eyes sparkling. “I think that’s the point, isn’t it?”

“True,” he agreed, his voice full of playful warmth. “But don’t tell anyone I said this—I think you might be the most beautiful gladiator in history.”

Yn laughed, the sound drawing even more attention from the crowd. The cameras captured the moment perfectly—her genuine laughter and Charles looking at her like she was his whole world.

“Yn, Charles, over here!” one of the photographers shouted. “Can we get a shot of you together?”

Charles raised an eyebrow at Yn, silently asking if she was okay with it. She nodded, and he stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“You’re the star,” he murmured as they faced the cameras.

“Not without you,” she replied softly, her words meant only for him.

The flashbulbs went wild as they posed together, Charles standing slightly behind her as if to emphasize that this was her night. But his adoring gaze didn’t go unnoticed—fans on social media were already going crazy over the way he looked at her.

One of the reporters managed to get close enough to ask a question. “Yn, how does it feel to have your big moment here at the premiere of Gladiator?”

“It’s surreal,” Yn admitted, her voice calm despite the overwhelming attention. “This film was such a passion project for everyone involved, and to see it come to life like this is incredible.”

“And Charles,” the reporter turned to him, “how proud are you of Yn tonight?”

Charles’s eyes lit up, his smile widening. “I don’t even have words to describe how proud I am. She worked so hard for this, and seeing everyone recognize that is amazing. She deserves all of it.”

Yn felt a blush creep up her cheeks, and she tilted her head to look at him. “You’re making me sound too good.”

“Impossible,” he replied, his tone earnest.

The fans behind the barricades were eating it up, their screams reaching new heights every time Charles and Yn exchanged a glance or shared a laugh.

“Yn, you’re a goddess!” one fan yelled.

“Charles, you’re the luckiest man alive!” another shouted.

Charles laughed at that, turning to Yn with a playful grin. “They’re not wrong, you know.”

“Stop it,” Yn said, nudging him gently, though she couldn’t hide her smile.

As they continued down the carpet, Charles remained attentive to her every need. He adjusted her dress when the train got caught, whispered jokes to make her laugh when the cameras became too overwhelming, and even blocked a particularly aggressive photographer from getting too close.

“I’ve got you,” he said firmly, his hand steady on her lower back.

Yn leaned into his touch, her earlier nerves completely gone. With Charles by her side, she felt invincible.

When they reached the main backdrop for photos, the energy reached its peak. The photographers shouted instructions, fans screamed her name, and the lights flashed nonstop. But in the middle of it all, it was just Yn and Charles.

“Smile for the cameras, love,” Charles teased, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

“I am smiling,” she shot back, her lips curving into a grin.

“Good, because you’re stealing everyone’s hearts,” he said, his tone soft but teasing.

The photos from that moment would dominate the internet for weeks—Yn standing confidently in her stunning gown while Charles stood beside her, his gaze full of love and admiration.

When they finally finished the red carpet walk and made it inside, Yn let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“You okay?” Charles asked, his hand finding hers again.

She nodded, turning to him with a grateful smile. “Yeah. Thanks to you.”

“Always,” he said simply, pressing a kiss to her temple.

The premiere went off without a hitch, with the audience giving a standing ovation at the end of the film. But for Charles, the highlight of the night wasn’t the movie or the applause—it was watching Yn bask in the recognition she deserved, knowing he’d been there to support her every step of the way.

As they left the theater hand in hand, Yn leaned her head against his shoulder, a content smile on her lips.

“Thank you for being here,” she said softly.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he replied, his voice full of sincerity.

And as the cameras flashed once more to capture their exit, it was clear to everyone watching—Yn and Charles weren’t just Hollywood’s newest power couple. They were each other’s home.

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Her protector

Carlos had always believed that there was nothing in the world more important than the safety and happiness of the woman he adored. Yn, his beautiful, elegant wife, was the very center of his world, and he would do anything to keep her by his side, safe and loved.

It had been a quiet morning in Madrid. The city buzzed with its usual energy, but inside the mansion Carlos had gifted Yn after proposing to her, everything was calm. The sprawling estate had been more than enough to give them both peace. Security was tight — cameras, guards, and walls that could withstand any force that dared to try and breach their sanctuary.

Today, however, Carlos had decided that a little indulgence for Yn was in order. After breakfast, a lavish meal prepared by the mansion’s personal chef, they had made their way to the shopping district of Madrid. Yn’s eyes sparkled when she saw the designer stores — the luxurious brands she had always loved. She squeezed Carlos’s hand, a smile lighting up her face, and he couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection for her.

“You look stunning, as always,” Carlos murmured as they walked through the bustling streets. His voice was low and rich with adoration, but the protective tone lingered underneath.

Yn chuckled, the sound like a melody to his ears. “Stop it, cariño. You’re making me blush.”

He grinned. “You should blush. You're a work of art, mi amor. You deserve to be spoiled.”

And spoil her he did. They visited every boutique, and Carlos had his men stationed outside, watching over them. Inside the stores, security guards positioned themselves discreetly, ensuring nothing would threaten the peace of their little outing. No one could harm her — not while Carlos was around.

Yn tried on various outfits, each one more beautiful than the last, and Carlos sat comfortably on a plush velvet sofa, enjoying the view. His dark eyes never strayed from her. She was the most exquisite thing in the world to him. He loved how she looked in everything she wore, but especially in the clothes he picked out for her. They made her shine, and he wanted the world to see that.

“Carlos,” Yn called, emerging from the fitting room in a soft lavender dress that draped elegantly over her figure. “What do you think?”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, taking in the sight of her. The fabric clung to her curves in all the right ways, and the soft color brought out the brightness of her skin and eyes. “Perfection,” he replied, his voice thick with approval. “It was made for you.”

The shop assistant smiled, clearly eager to please. “I think this one is perfect for you, señora,” she said.

Yn smiled back, clearly pleased with the compliment. “I’ll take it,” she said, before slipping back into the dressing room to change.

Carlos leaned back against the cushions, his gaze still fixed on the door. He was surrounded by his men, who were positioned throughout the shop. Though he trusted them implicitly, his attention was always with Yn. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down, not even for a second.

It was all about control for Carlos. His empire, his wealth, and his reputation were built on power, influence, and intimidation. He was the most powerful Mafia boss in all of Europe, a man whose name sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared cross him. Yet, when it came to Yn, all that power meant nothing. She was the one he cherished, the one he would go to any lengths to protect.

Carlos had made it clear from the beginning: his love for her was fierce, and he would destroy anyone who thought of hurting her. She was his queen, and nothing — not even the world’s most dangerous enemies — would ever come between them.

Yn returned to him with a small bundle of bags, her face glowing with happiness. “Thank you for today, cariño,” she said, the words soft but full of meaning.

Carlos smiled, his gaze softening as he stood to meet her. “Anything for you, mi amor. You are the light of my life. Let’s go home, alright?”

They exited the store, walking side by side, but something felt… off. The hair on the back of Carlos’s neck stood up, his instincts kicking into overdrive. He glanced around, noting that several of his men were now positioned at key points, all alert. The streets of Madrid were busy, but the quiet hum of activity felt wrong to him today.

He moved closer to Yn, his arm slipping around her waist protectively. “Stay close, amor,” he murmured, his voice low but commanding.

Yn glanced up at him, sensing the shift in his demeanor. “What’s wrong?”

Carlos didn’t answer right away, his eyes scanning the surroundings carefully. Then it happened. A single shot rang out — loud, piercing — breaking the calm like a thunderclap.

Without a second thought, Carlos grabbed Yn, pulling her into his chest. His body shielded her as he spun them around, pressing her back against the stone wall of the building beside them. His hands moved quickly, steadying her as he dropped to one knee, protecting her as best as he could.

“Stay down, mi reina,” he whispered fiercely, his voice a mixture of fear and determination.

Yn, heart pounding, clung to him as her world seemed to spin. She could hear the sound of shots echoing, but Carlos’s presence was her anchor. He was there, always there, keeping her safe.

His men reacted instantly, moving swiftly to cover the situation. Their training kicked in, surrounding the area and pushing bystanders to safety. Carlos’s men were well-equipped to handle this kind of chaos. They were trained to neutralize threats with brutal efficiency. But nothing mattered more than Yn in his arms.

“Carlos,” Yn whispered, her voice trembling. “What’s happening?”

He lifted her chin gently with one hand, his eyes locked on hers. “Don’t worry, mi vida. I’m right here. I’ll always protect you, I swear it.”

Carlos’s fingers grazed her cheek, wiping away the tear that had escaped her eye. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until he touched her. His soft touch was a stark contrast to the violence unfolding around them.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever,” he continued, his voice filled with a deadly promise. “You’re my everything, Yn. No one touches what belongs to me.”

As the gunfire continued, Carlos remained perfectly calm. His mind raced through the possible scenarios, analyzing the situation in mere seconds. This wasn’t just a random attack. Whoever was behind it knew exactly where to strike. And if they thought they could harm Yn… they had another thing coming.

The shots stopped as abruptly as they had started. Carlos didn’t move from his position, his arms wrapped tightly around Yn, keeping her close to his chest. His men had handled the problem quickly — but Carlos needed to be certain.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his hand now tracing small, comforting circles on her back.

Yn nodded, still shaken. “I’m okay… just scared.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “I won’t let them hurt you. Never. I swear it on everything I am.”

The sound of approaching footsteps alerted Carlos, and he raised his head slightly to see one of his men coming toward them. “It’s all clear, boss. It was a distraction, but we’ve handled it.”

Carlos nodded. “Good. See to it that no one gets too close to the area. I’ll deal with this later.”

His eyes returned to Yn, searching her face for any sign of distress. “You’re safe, mi amor. That’s all that matters.”

She met his gaze, her heart still racing but feeling calmer in his arms. “I know. I trust you.”

Carlos smiled, his expression softening as he gently brushed her hair from her face. “I love you, Yn. Never forget that.”

“I won’t,” she whispered back, a small, relieved smile forming on her lips.

As they walked back toward the car, Carlos remained vigilant, his arm around Yn as they slipped into the vehicle. The security detail was thorough, and Carlos had his men close by, ensuring their safe return to the mansion. The world outside may have been dangerous, but as long as they were together, Carlos would face it head-on. For Yn, he would risk everything.

And no one — not even his enemies — would ever be able to tear them apart.

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The F1 pack

Being parents is hard. Add into the mix a crazy pack and your are in Sebastians shoes.

But Sebastian would never trade it in the world. Not his mate, Lewis, not their Pup Charles and not their chaotic little pack.

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Chasing Butterflies 🦋

The sun was shining brightly over the paddock as the sounds of whirring engines and bustling teams filled the air. It was a lively scene, filled with energy, but there was one tiny figure who brought her own special kind of joy to the paddock. Yn, Fernando’s four-year-old daughter, was skipping through the area, clutching a small stuffed bear in one hand while chasing butterflies with the other.

“Careful there, Yn!” Lando called out, grinning as he watched her toddle around near the garages. “Don’t run too far!”

Yn giggled, not really paying attention to his warning. “Butterflies don’t wait!” she chirped back, her voice full of determination.

“Looks like she’s got the Alonso focus already,” George joked, leaning against the Mercedes garage as he watched her.

Charles was nearby, sipping a water bottle and laughing softly. “She might be more competitive than we are. Look at her go!”

Max, leaning against the Red Bull garage, gave a small chuckle. “At least she’s not trying to race us yet. Give her ten years.”

As Yn ran past, Lewis crouched down, holding out his hand for a high-five. She stopped briefly, giving him a big slap on the hand before darting off again. “That’s my girl!” he called after her.

Oscar was sitting on a small folding chair, fiddling with his race gloves. “Should someone… keep a closer eye on her? I mean, I know she’s having fun, but—”

“She’s fine,” Pierre cut in, smiling. “She’s tough. Like her dad.”

But just as Pierre said that, Yn, in her enthusiastic chasing of the butterfly, tripped over a loose cable on the ground. There was a collective gasp as she fell forward, landing hard on her arm with a sharp cry of pain.

“Yn!” Carlos was the first to shout, sprinting over to her. He was quickly followed by Charles and Lewis, while the rest of the drivers abandoned whatever they were doing and ran toward her.

Yn was sitting on the ground, clutching her arm tightly, tears streaming down her face. Her cries were heart-wrenching, and the drivers instantly surrounded her in concern.

“It’s okay, Yn, we’re here,” Lewis said gently, kneeling beside her. “Shh, shh, don’t cry.”

“I—it hurts!” Yn sobbed, her little face scrunched up in pain.

“Her arm doesn’t look right,” Oscar pointed out, his face pale as he noticed the awkward angle of her tiny forearm.

“Alright, we need to get her to the medical center. Now,” Max said, his voice unusually firm.

“On it,” George said, carefully picking Yn up in his arms. “It’s okay, Yn. We’ll fix you up in no time.”

She buried her face in George’s shoulder, still crying, and he began walking briskly toward the medical center, the other drivers close behind.

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Inside the medical center, Fernando was already waiting. He had heard the commotion over the radio and had rushed there immediately. When he saw George carrying Yn inside, her tear-streaked face red with pain, his heart sank.

“Mi pequeña,” Fernando said softly, his voice breaking slightly as he reached out to take her from George. Yn immediately wrapped her good arm around her father’s neck, crying into his shoulder.

“Papá! It hurts so much!” she wailed.

“I know, I know, cariño,” Fernando whispered, sitting down in one of the chairs and holding her on his lap. He stroked her hair gently, speaking to her in rapid Spanish. “Tranquila, mi amor. Papá está aquí. Todo estará bien. Te prometo.”

The doctor approached, carefully examining Yn’s arm. “It looks like a clean break,” he said. “We’ll need to put it in a cast.”

Yn whimpered at the mention of a cast, clinging even tighter to Fernando. “No! I don’t want it!”

Fernando kissed her temple, continuing to soothe her. “Shh, mi amor. Es solo un yeso. Será rosa, como a ti te gusta. Y papá estará contigo todo el tiempo.”

The doctor smiled gently. “We can definitely make it pink. Let’s get started.”

Fernando kept Yn on his lap the entire time, holding her close as the doctor worked. He murmured soft words in Spanish the entire time, telling her stories about brave princesses and how proud he was of her for being so strong. Yn eventually stopped crying as the pain dulled and the cast was carefully secured around her arm.

“See, mi amor? All done. Eres mi campeona,” Fernando said, smiling as he wiped her tears away.

Yn sniffled, looking at her bright pink cast. “It’s pretty…”

“Of course it is. Just like you,” Fernando said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

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When they returned to the paddock, the drivers were waiting anxiously. As soon as they saw Yn, they rushed over.

“Hey, champ,” Lando said softly, crouching down to her level. “That’s a cool cast you’ve got there.”

Yn nodded shyly, still holding onto Fernando’s hand.

“I think it’s missing something, though,” Oscar said, pulling a small sheet of colorful stickers from his pocket. “How about we decorate it?”

Yn’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Really,” Oscar said with a smile, handing her the stickers. “I’ll help.”

Soon, all the drivers were gathered around Yn, helping her stick tiny jewels, flowers, and even a little race car sticker onto her cast.

“There,” Charles said proudly. “That’s a cast fit for a champion.”

Yn giggled, looking at her now-sparkly pink cast. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” Max said, ruffling her hair. “But no more running around, okay? We don’t want you getting hurt again.”

“I won’t,” Yn promised, clutching her father’s hand.

Fernando looked around at the group of drivers, a small smile on his face. “Thank you, all of you, for taking care of her.”

“Of course, Fernando,” Lewis said. “She’s part of the family.”

Yn looked up at her dad, smiling brightly despite the cast on her arm. “Can I still chase butterflies?”

Fernando laughed softly, scooping her up in his arms. “Maybe… after the race. But next time, I’ll chase them with you.”

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Nothing’s scary when I'm with you

The moment the car pulled up to the glittering red carpet, the world outside the tinted windows turned into a kaleidoscope of flashing cameras and excited screams. Yn could hear it all—fans chanting her name, photographers yelling instructions at each other to get the best angles, and the low hum of chatter from the crowd behind the barricades. Despite having dreamed of this moment for years, it was a little overwhelming.

“Are you ready, love?” Charles’s warm voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

She turned to him, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of his soft smile. He was impeccably dressed, as always, in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo that hugged his frame just right. His tie matched the deep gold accents of her dress—a little detail he insisted on, saying, "I want to match you, mon amour. You're my star tonight."

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Yn replied, her voice steady but laced with nerves.

Charles reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing motion. “You’re going to be amazing out there. You always are. And remember, I’m right here.”

She nodded, feeling the familiar wave of comfort that only Charles could bring. The driver opened the door, and the screams hit a higher pitch. Charles stepped out first, immediately greeted by the chaos of the cameras. He ignored it all, extending his hand to help Yn out of the car.

As soon as she stepped out, the energy of the crowd shifted. The cheers turned deafening, and the photographers’ yells grew frantic.

“Yn! Over here!”

“Yn, you look stunning!”

“Charles, look this way!”

“Yn, how does it feel to star in Gladiator?”

Charles stayed rooted beside her, his hand never leaving hers. The way he looked at her as she stepped into the spotlight was enough to melt her nerves. His gaze was full of pride and admiration, like she was the only person in the world.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered into her ear, his voice low and reassuring.

Yn smiled at him, squeezing his hand before turning her attention to the cameras. She posed gracefully, her confidence growing with each step forward. Her gown shimmered under the bright lights, the intricate gold embroidery catching everyone’s attention.

Charles stayed close, letting her shine but never taking his eyes off her. He wasn’t interested in the cameras or the reporters yelling his name. His entire focus was on Yn—her radiant smile, the way she carried herself with poise, and the soft laugh she let out when he cracked a quiet joke just for her.

“You’re stealing the show,” he teased, leaning closer as they made their way down the carpet.

She chuckled, her eyes sparkling. “I think that’s the point, isn’t it?”

“True,” he agreed, his voice full of playful warmth. “But don’t tell anyone I said this—I think you might be the most beautiful gladiator in history.”

Yn laughed, the sound drawing even more attention from the crowd. The cameras captured the moment perfectly—her genuine laughter and Charles looking at her like she was his whole world.

“Yn, Charles, over here!” one of the photographers shouted. “Can we get a shot of you together?”

Charles raised an eyebrow at Yn, silently asking if she was okay with it. She nodded, and he stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“You’re the star,” he murmured as they faced the cameras.

“Not without you,” she replied softly, her words meant only for him.

The flashbulbs went wild as they posed together, Charles standing slightly behind her as if to emphasize that this was her night. But his adoring gaze didn’t go unnoticed—fans on social media were already going crazy over the way he looked at her.

One of the reporters managed to get close enough to ask a question. “Yn, how does it feel to have your big moment here at the premiere of Gladiator?”

“It’s surreal,” Yn admitted, her voice calm despite the overwhelming attention. “This film was such a passion project for everyone involved, and to see it come to life like this is incredible.”

“And Charles,” the reporter turned to him, “how proud are you of Yn tonight?”

Charles’s eyes lit up, his smile widening. “I don’t even have words to describe how proud I am. She worked so hard for this, and seeing everyone recognize that is amazing. She deserves all of it.”

Yn felt a blush creep up her cheeks, and she tilted her head to look at him. “You’re making me sound too good.”

“Impossible,” he replied, his tone earnest.

The fans behind the barricades were eating it up, their screams reaching new heights every time Charles and Yn exchanged a glance or shared a laugh.

“Yn, you’re a goddess!” one fan yelled.

“Charles, you’re the luckiest man alive!” another shouted.

Charles laughed at that, turning to Yn with a playful grin. “They’re not wrong, you know.”

“Stop it,” Yn said, nudging him gently, though she couldn’t hide her smile.

As they continued down the carpet, Charles remained attentive to her every need. He adjusted her dress when the train got caught, whispered jokes to make her laugh when the cameras became too overwhelming, and even blocked a particularly aggressive photographer from getting too close.

“I’ve got you,” he said firmly, his hand steady on her lower back.

Yn leaned into his touch, her earlier nerves completely gone. With Charles by her side, she felt invincible.

When they reached the main backdrop for photos, the energy reached its peak. The photographers shouted instructions, fans screamed her name, and the lights flashed nonstop. But in the middle of it all, it was just Yn and Charles.

“Smile for the cameras, love,” Charles teased, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

“I am smiling,” she shot back, her lips curving into a grin.

“Good, because you’re stealing everyone’s hearts,” he said, his tone soft but teasing.

The photos from that moment would dominate the internet for weeks—Yn standing confidently in her stunning gown while Charles stood beside her, his gaze full of love and admiration.

When they finally finished the red carpet walk and made it inside, Yn let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“You okay?” Charles asked, his hand finding hers again.

She nodded, turning to him with a grateful smile. “Yeah. Thanks to you.”

“Always,” he said simply, pressing a kiss to her temple.

The premiere went off without a hitch, with the audience giving a standing ovation at the end of the film. But for Charles, the highlight of the night wasn’t the movie or the applause—it was watching Yn bask in the recognition she deserved, knowing he’d been there to support her every step of the way.

As they left the theater hand in hand, Yn leaned her head against his shoulder, a content smile on her lips.

“Thank you for being here,” she said softly.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he replied, his voice full of sincerity.

And as the cameras flashed once more to capture their exit, it was clear to everyone watching—Yn and Charles weren’t just Hollywood’s newest power couple. They were each other’s home.

[cassandra-the-witch-007]

hi, you write beautifully! i was wondering if you could please write something about lando and the reader, when they have different love languages lando has touch and the reader has gifts

Thank you 😊

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

- xoxo babygirl 🧡

Different Love Languages, Same Love

Lando had always been a tactile person. It wasn’t something he tried to be, it was just who he was—he liked being close, feeling skin against skin, sharing warmth. And then there was Y/N, his polar opposite when it came to expressing love. She’d always had a knack for finding the perfect gift or gesture, something that showed she’d been paying attention to the tiniest details. They were different, yes, but those differences only seemed to bring them closer.

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The first time Y/N really noticed how much Lando’s love language shaped his actions was at a fan meet-and-greet.

It was a chaotic day at the track. Fans swarmed Lando as soon as he stepped out of the hospitality tent. Y/N had been standing beside him, holding his water bottle, her presence understated like always. But the moment the crowd surged forward, Lando’s hand shot out, grabbing hers and pulling her in front of him.

“Stay close,” he murmured, his arm wrapping protectively around her waist.

She could feel the rapid thump of his heart as he tucked her into his chest, shielding her from the crush of fans. Even as he smiled and signed autographs, his other hand never left her, his fingers brushing her arm or hip every few seconds as if to make sure she was still there.

Later that night, when they were back at the hotel, she teased him about it.

“Lando, I wasn’t about to get lost in a sea of fans,” she said, smiling as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

He looked up from where he was lying on the bed, his face softening. “I know. I just… I didn’t want anything to happen to you. You’re the most important person there, you know?”

Her heart melted on the spot.

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Y/N’s love showed itself in other ways—like the time Lando won his first-ever F1 race.

It had been a whirlwind of champagne, interviews, and celebrations. Y/N was right there through it all, cheering the loudest, her face aching from how wide her smile had been the entire time. The next day, while Lando was still sleeping off the post-race exhaustion, she went out and found a small pendant shaped like a racecar. It wasn’t fancy, but it was something to mark the moment.

When Lando woke up and saw it, his expression was priceless.

“What’s this?” he asked, holding it up to the light.

“Just something to remember yesterday by,” Y/N said casually, though her cheeks were already warming. “You can put it on your keychain or something.”

Lando sat up and looked at her for a long moment before pulling her into his lap, burying his face in her neck. “You’re unreal, you know that? I don’t deserve you.”

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Their differences became even more apparent on the nights they’d go out with friends. Y/N wasn’t a big drinker, but occasionally, she’d let loose. Lando always took on the role of her unofficial babysitter, not that she ever needed it. One particular night, though, she’d had one cocktail too many.

On the way home, she slouched in the passenger seat of Lando’s car, her head lolling against the window. “You’re so pretty, you know that?” she slurred, turning to look at him with glassy eyes.

Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Thanks, love. So are you.”

When she tried to sit up, he reached over, guiding her feet onto his lap.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused but too tipsy to argue.

“Just keeping you close,” he said simply, one hand steering the car while the other rested on her ankle.

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For Y/N, showing her love meant remembering the little things—like the time Lando casually mentioned wanting a specific pair of headphones while scrolling online. Six months later, on his birthday, he unwrapped the exact pair he’d been eyeing.

“How did you remember this?” he asked, holding them up with a mix of surprise and awe.

“I pay attention,” Y/N said with a grin. “You should try it sometime.”

He tackled her onto the couch, peppering her face with kisses.

“I don’t need to,” he said between kisses. “I already have everything I want.”

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One of Lando’s most memorable gestures came during a rare beach day together. They’d found a secluded spot, far from the prying eyes of fans or photographers. Y/N had been lying on the sand, soaking up the sun, when Lando suddenly scooped her up and pulled her onto his chest.

“Lando!” she yelped, laughing as she tried to wriggle free. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you close,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “And making sure you don’t get sand in your hair. You hate that.”

She rolled her eyes but let him hold her, her head resting against his shoulder as they watched the waves.

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The balance they struck was perfect in its own way.

When Lando came home after particularly grueling race weekends, Y/N always had something waiting for him—sometimes flowers, sometimes his favorite takeout, sometimes just a handwritten note tucked into his pillow.

And when Y/N had rough days, Lando would pull her into his arms and hold her until the tension melted away.

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One night, as they lay tangled together on the couch, Y/N looked up at him and asked, “Do you ever wish we had the same love language?”

Lando tilted his head, considering her question. “Not really. I think it’s kind of perfect the way it is. You make me feel loved in ways I never expected.”

She smiled, reaching up to trace his jawline. “You do the same for me.”

And that was all that mattered.

[cassandra-the-witch-007]

Can you do one similar to lights camera flashing but Lando version like maybe he gets run down and sick or something

Love your work 🤍

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 🧡

@bucket-hat-lando 🧡

Feverish and Clingy

The early morning sun filtered through the curtains of their Monaco apartment, casting soft golden light over the room. Yn stirred first, her eyes fluttering open. Beside her, Lando’s face was flushed, his breathing labored with a faint wheeze. His forehead was pressed against her shoulder, the heat radiating from him was far beyond normal.

She frowned, her heart tightening with concern as she gently reached out to brush his curls from his face. His skin was clammy to the touch, and even in his sleep, he seemed restless.

“Lando,” she whispered softly, testing his forehead with her palm. The heat confirmed what she already knew. He was burning up.

“Mmm,” he groaned but didn’t fully wake. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as though even in sleep, he refused to let her go.

Carefully, Yn wiggled out of his hold, doing her best not to disturb him. He whined softly at the loss of contact but settled back against the pillows, his breathing uneven. Yn slipped on a hoodie over her sleepwear and padded out into the kitchen, determination replacing her worry. If there was one thing she could do, it was take care of her sick boyfriend. Lando had been pushing himself to the brink lately, traveling from race to race, and now his body was clearly fighting back.

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Twenty minutes later, the smell of fresh toast, scrambled eggs, and tea filled the apartment. Yn balanced the tray with one hand and opened the bedroom door with the other. She set the tray down on the nightstand before perching on the edge of the bed.

“Lando,” she murmured, her voice soft. She leaned over to press a cool cloth against his forehead, rousing him gently. “Baby, wake up. You need to eat something.”

Lando stirred, his eyes fluttering open slowly. His brown eyes, usually so bright and mischievous, were dull and glassy. He let out a groggy groan, his lips parting as he rasped, “Yn?”

“Right here, love.” She ran her fingers through his curls, her touch soothing. “You’ve got a fever, and you’re coughing in your sleep. I made you breakfast.”

“I don’t want food,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse. Instead, he reached out for her, his hand weakly grabbing at her wrist. “Just want you.”

“Lando,” she said with a soft laugh, though her heart ached at seeing him like this. “You need to eat. You’ll feel worse if you don’t.”

“No,” he protested weakly, his grip tightening just slightly. “Stay.”

Yn sighed but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips. This was typical Lando when he was sick—clingy, needy, and utterly impossible. “I’m not going anywhere. But you have to eat a little first, okay?”

With great effort, Lando propped himself up against the headboard, his messy curls flopping into his eyes. He gave her a pout that would have been more effective if he didn’t look so miserably sick.

“Fine,” he relented. “But only if you stay right here.”

“I’m not leaving, I promise,” she said, grabbing the tray and placing it over his lap. “Here. Start with some tea.”

He took the mug with trembling hands, and Yn quickly steadied it for him. “Thanks, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with affection.

---

Once he managed to eat half the toast and sip on some tea, Lando seemed to perk up slightly. But his newfound energy wasn’t directed toward recovery—it was directed toward clinging to Yn. As soon as the tray was off his lap, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down beside him.

“Lando,” she laughed as he buried his face in her neck, his curls tickling her skin. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I am resting,” he mumbled, his voice muffled. “You’re the best pillow.”

“You’re hopeless,” she teased, but she wrapped her arms around him anyway. “Are you comfortable, Mr. Norris?”

“Very,” he murmured sleepily. “Don’t move, okay?”

“I need to clean up the kitchen,” she said softly, but as soon as she tried to shift, Lando tightened his arms around her like a vice.

“Nooooo,” he whined, dragging out the word like a petulant child. “Stay. Please, Yn. Don’t leave me.”

“Lando,” she sighed, running her fingers through his hair. “I’m not leaving you. I’ll be back in two minutes, tops.”

“I’ll time you,” he grumbled, finally letting her go with great reluctance.

Yn pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before slipping out of bed. She hurried to the kitchen, her heart warming at his antics despite her concern for his health. True to his word, as soon as she returned, Lando was waiting with his phone in hand.

“You took longer than two minutes,” he accused, though his voice lacked any real bite.

“By ten seconds,” she replied, climbing back into bed. Lando immediately wrapped himself around her, sighing contentedly.

“Ten seconds too long,” he muttered, nuzzling into her shoulder.

---

The rest of the day followed the same pattern. Every time Yn tried to get up—whether to grab a glass of water, make him more tea, or fetch medicine—Lando would whine and plead for her to stay.

“Yn,” he whined when she tried to stand up again in the afternoon. His voice cracked, making her turn back to him with a soft smile.

“Lando, I’m just getting you some cough syrup,” she said patiently.

“I don’t need it,” he argued, reaching out to grab her hand. “I just need you.”

“Lando Norris,” she said, crossing her arms in mock sternness. “You’re taking that medicine whether you like it or not.”

He groaned dramatically, flopping back against the pillows like a petulant child. “Fine. But only if you promise to come right back.”

“I promise,” she said, chuckling as she walked toward the bathroom.

When she returned, Lando was staring at her with big, puppy-dog eyes. She handed him the small cup of syrup, and he grimaced before downing it in one go.

“Good boy,” she teased, ruffling his curls.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he grumbled, though the corners of his lips twitched upward.

---

As the hours passed, Yn remained by Lando’s side, indulging his every whim. They watched old movies together, though Lando drifted in and out of sleep, his head resting in her lap. Yn stroked his hair absentmindedly, her heart aching at how vulnerable he looked.

“Yn,” he murmured at one point, his voice barely audible.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Thank you,” he said, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. “For taking care of me.”

“Of course,” she said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You’d do the same for me.”

“Still,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re amazing. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d survive,” she teased gently. “But it’d be a lot harder, wouldn’t it?”

“Definitely,” he agreed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Yn felt her cheeks heat at his words, but she quickly shook her head, brushing them off. “You’re just saying that because you’re sick and delirious.”

“No,” he said, his tone surprisingly serious. “I mean it, Yn.”

Her heart swelled at his sincerity, and she leaned down to kiss him softly. “I love you, Lando,” she whispered against his lips.

“I love you too,” he murmured, his eyes already starting to close again.

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By the time night fell, Lando’s fever had started to break, though he was still weak and clingy as ever. Yn helped him into a fresh set of pajamas and coaxed him to drink more water before they climbed back into bed together.

“Yn,” he said sleepily as she pulled the covers over them. “You’re not leaving, right?”

“Not going anywhere,” she assured him, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Good,” he mumbled, already half-asleep. “You’re stuck with me forever.”

Yn smiled, her heart full as she held him close. “Forever sounds perfect.”

[cassandra-the-witch-007]

Could you make younger girlfriend x Lewis Hamilton. Maybe there are some rumours and then she visits the paddock with Lewis. The wags and drivers aren't to sure about this at first, but in the end see how happy the couple is. I know this isn't what you usually write, but it is my birthday today and it would make me ver happy. 🤭💗☺️

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💜

Love has no age

The first time Yn had stepped into the paddock as Lewis’s official girlfriend, the buzz had been deafening. Rumors had swirled for weeks about Lewis dating someone new, and when the truth finally came out, it was all anyone could talk about.

“Did you see her? She’s so young!”

“Twenty? Isn’t there, like, a fifteen-year age gap?”

“What do they even talk about?”

Yn had tried her best to block out the whispers, clinging to Lewis’s hand as he guided her through the chaos. He’d been her rock, as always, his calming presence grounding her in the midst of all the speculation.

“They’ll come around,” Lewis whispered in her ear as they walked to his garage. “They just don’t know you yet.”

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Yn hadn’t expected her first encounter with the other WAGs to feel so…awkward. She sat at the hospitality table, surrounded by the glamorous women who had known each other for years. They were friendly, of course, but Yn could sense their hesitation. She was the youngest by a mile, and the age gap between her and Lewis hadn’t escaped their notice.

“So, Yn,” Carmen began with a polite smile, “how are you finding the paddock life?”

Yn straightened in her chair. “It’s exciting! A bit overwhelming, but everyone’s been so welcoming.”

“Everyone?” Kelly raised an eyebrow, her tone light but pointed. “The media hasn’t exactly been kind.”

Yn hesitated, unsure how to respond, but Rebecca jumped in. “The media is never kind. Trust me, you’ll get used to it.” She offered Yn a warm smile, her hand briefly brushing against Yn’s arm in a reassuring gesture.

“Thanks,” Yn said, her voice soft but grateful. She appreciated Rebecca’s kindness, even if she still felt like an outsider.

Carmen leaned in, placing a gentle hand on Yn’s shoulder. “We’re glad you’re here. Really.”

Yn’s heart swelled at the gesture, and for the first time that day, she felt like she might actually belong.

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By the end of the day, Yn found herself laughing with Rebecca and Carmen like they’d known each other for years. The initial awkwardness had melted away, replaced by an easy camaraderie. Carmen had an arm draped around Yn’s shoulders as they walked through the paddock, while Rebecca kept a hand on Yn’s waist, guiding her through the crowd.

“You’re stuck with us now,” Rebecca teased. “Hope you’re ready.”

“I think I can handle it,” Yn replied with a grin.

Alexandra watched them from a distance, her jaw tight. It wasn’t that she disliked Yn—she just didn’t understand how someone so young and seemingly perfect could fit in so effortlessly. The other WAGs adored her, the fans couldn’t get enough of her, and even the drivers were charmed by her sweet demeanor.

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“Yn!” Lando called out as he approached the group, a wide smile on his face. “Finally, someone who makes me feel less like a baby here.”

Yn laughed, her cheeks turning pink. “Glad I could help.”

“She’s not that young,” Lewis interjected, stepping up behind Yn and wrapping an arm around her waist. His tone was playful, but there was a protective edge to it.

Lando raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, no offense! I think it’s great. You two look happy.”

“We are,” Lewis said firmly, pressing a kiss to Yn’s temple.

The other drivers gradually joined the conversation, each of them making an effort to include Yn. Oscar cracked jokes that had her in stitches, while Charles teased her about her taste in music after overhearing her playlist. Even Max, who was usually reserved, made a point to ask her how she was finding everything.

“They like you,” Lewis whispered later as they walked back to his motorhome.

Yn looked up at him, her eyes shining. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he said, leaning down to kiss her softly. “But even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t matter. All that matters is us.”

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Despite the initial skepticism, it didn’t take long for Yn to win over the entire paddock. Her kindness and genuine nature were impossible to ignore, and soon, she was at the center of every conversation. The fans adored her, flooding social media with messages of support and admiration.

“She’s like a ray of sunshine,” one fan tweeted.

“No wonder Lewis is so smitten,” another wrote. “They’re perfect together.”

The attention didn’t go unnoticed by Alexandra and Kelly. Alexandra couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy every time she saw Yn surrounded by people who seemed to worship her. Kelly, on the other hand, was struggling with the fact that Yn’s presence had overshadowed her pregnancy.

“I don’t get it,” Alexandra muttered to Kelly during a quiet moment in the paddock. “What’s so special about her?”

Kelly shrugged, though her expression was tight. “She’s nice, I guess.”

“Nice doesn’t make you the center of the universe,” Alexandra snapped. But even as she spoke, she knew her frustration was misplaced. Yn hadn’t done anything wrong—if anything, she’d gone out of her way to be kind to everyone.

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Over time, even Alexandra and Kelly couldn’t resist Yn’s charm. During a group dinner, Yn had complimented Kelly on her outfit, sparking a conversation that lasted the entire evening. By the end of the night, Kelly was laughing along with Yn and the others, her earlier resentment forgotten.

As for Alexandra, it was a quiet moment during a race weekend that changed her perspective. She’d been feeling particularly stressed, and Yn had noticed, pulling her aside to ask if she was okay.

“No one’s ever asked me that,” Alexandra admitted, her voice soft.

“Well, someone should,” Yn replied. “You’re always looking out for everyone else. It’s only fair that someone looks out for you.”

Alexandra had been taken aback, but she couldn’t deny the warmth she felt in that moment. From then on, she made an effort to be kinder to Yn, and before long, they’d developed a tentative friendship.

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Lewis couldn’t have been happier. He loved seeing Yn thrive in the paddock, surrounded by people who cared about her. But more than that, he loved Yn herself. She was everything he’d ever wanted—kind, intelligent, and full of life.

“You know you’re amazing, right?” he told her one evening as they sat on the couch in his motorhome.

Yn looked up at him, her eyes wide. “I’m just me.”

“And that’s more than enough,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

Their love was obvious to anyone who saw them together. Lewis was always touching her in some way, whether it was a hand on her back, an arm around her shoulders, or a kiss on her forehead. He was protective but never overbearing, always making sure Yn felt safe and loved.

“You’ve got yourself a good one,” Valtteri told Lewis one day, nodding toward Yn, who was deep in conversation with Carmen and Rebecca.

“I know,” Lewis said, his voice full of affection. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

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By the end of the season, Yn had become an integral part of the paddock family. She was no longer just “Lewis’s young girlfriend”—she was Yn, the girl everyone adored. The WAGs were her closest friends, and the drivers treated her like one of their own.

As for Lewis, he couldn’t have been prouder. Every time he looked at Yn, he was reminded of how lucky he was to have her in his life. And if anyone had doubts about their relationship at the start, they were long gone now. It was clear to everyone that what Yn and Lewis had was real.

Age was just a number. What mattered was the love they shared, and that was something no one could deny.

[cassandra-the-witch-007]

Girl, I just listened to 'Oh qué sera' by Willie Colón and I can imagine Carlos dancing with his girlfriend to it at a restaurant or something. I love your stories so much and wanted to ask if you could write my request please😘🫠🥹

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💙

Dancing through the night

Carlos leaned back in his chair, casting a warm glance at Yn as she sipped her drink, a soft smile curling on her lips. They were out with some friends at a cozy little restaurant nestled on a quiet street. The laughter of their friends echoed around them, but in his eyes, there was only Yn. The dim lighting added a romantic charm to the evening, and he couldn't help but notice how stunning she looked in the soft glow of the candles on their table.

"You look beautiful tonight," Carlos said, his voice low but full of affection.

Yn smiled, her cheeks flushing. "You're just saying that because you want me to finish my food," she teased.

Carlos laughed softly and reached for her chair, pulling it slightly closer to his. "I want you close to me, not because of your food," he said, his hand gently resting on her thigh as he did. His fingers traced small circles on her skin, a gesture that made her feel warm and cherished.

Their friends, a mix of fellow drivers and their partners, were deep in conversation about the latest race, but Carlos and Yn were in their own little world. She reached over, stealing a bite of his steak, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Hey! I was saving that!" Carlos chuckled, but his tone was playful. "Here," he said, cutting off another piece and offering it to her. "Let me feed you."

Yn raised an eyebrow but accepted the piece, her lips brushing his fingers in the process. She smiled up at him. "You spoil me, you know that?"

Carlos just shrugged, his eyes softening. "It's not spoiling when I enjoy doing it," he replied. "You deserve it."

They continued like this, sharing bites of food, laughing at inside jokes, and exchanging sweet glances. Every time their eyes met, Carlos felt his heart flutter like it had on the first day they met. Yn had a way of making everything feel right in the world.

As the evening progressed and their friends started heading off to other places, Carlos and Yn remained at the table. The restaurant had started to empty out, the noise settling into a more peaceful hum. It was just the two of them now, the quiet punctuated by soft conversations between the two, occasionally interrupted by the distant clinking of glasses.

Carlos looked around, sensing the change in atmosphere. He reached over, squeezing Yn’s hand, which was resting on the table. "Hey," he said softly. "What do you say we stay a little longer, just the two of us?"

Yn met his gaze, her heart warming at the thought. "I’d like that."

As they sat there, savoring the peacefulness, a new song began to play over the restaurant's speakers, the familiar tune immediately catching Carlos's attention. His eyes lit up as the first few notes of "Oh Qué Será" by Willie Colón filled the air. He knew immediately it was Yn’s favorite song.

Without missing a beat, Carlos stood up and extended his hand toward her with a playful grin. "May I have this dance, my lady?"

Yn’s eyes sparkled with delight. "Here? Now?" she asked, her voice full of excitement.

Carlos nodded, his smile never wavering. "Of course. No better time than now."

Yn’s face broke into a wide grin as she placed her hand in his. He helped her to her feet, leading her out of their seat and onto the small dance floor that had been empty up until now. The soft lights above them made the moment feel like something out of a dream. The song was a slow salsa, and Carlos immediately pulled her close, his hand resting lightly on her waist while his other held her hand. Yn placed her other hand gently on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his touch.

They moved together, the music flowing through them as they swayed to the rhythm. Carlos's fingers lightly brushed her back, sending shivers down her spine. He loved how easily they fit together, as if they were two puzzle pieces.

"You know," Carlos murmured as he twirled her gently, watching as she laughed, her eyes sparkling. "I could twirl you all night long."

Yn laughed, her voice light and musical. "You're just saying that because you know I can't stop giggling when you do."

"Exactly," he teased, grinning as he spun her around again, watching her smile grow wider. He loved hearing her laugh—especially when it was because of him.

They danced, spinning and swaying, laughing at their own clumsy movements as the song picked up a little, but always staying close to one another. Carlos would pull her back in whenever she wandered too far, always with a gentle smile and a soft laugh of his own. Each time they came together, their gazes locked, and the world outside seemed to fade away.

As the music slowed, Carlos pulled her closer, his arms wrapped securely around her. He rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm on her skin. "I love you," he whispered, his voice full of sincerity.

Yn's heart skipped a beat at the words. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingers. "I love you too," she replied, her voice just as quiet and filled with emotion.

They stayed like that, dancing slowly, their movements almost imperceptible, as if time had no meaning in that moment. The song ended, but neither of them wanted to let go. Carlos continued to hold her close, and Yn leaned her head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart, a comforting reminder of the love they shared.

"You know," Yn said softly, still in his arms, "this is the best part of the night."

Carlos grinned, his thumb gently stroking her back. "I agree," he said, kissing the top of her head. "But we’ve got all the time in the world for more moments like this."

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed far away. There was no rush, no place they needed to be—just the two of them, sharing a moment of quiet, gentle love.