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[rue-isabelle]

Hello guys!

I just wanted to address something. I'm always super happy when one of you sends me a request, and I always try my best to write it as much as possible.

Sometimes, though, I deleted for different reasons. It could be because I got a request with the same question (happens quiet often🤭) because after months of having it in my inbox, I still have no inspiration....

I always try my best and have to apologise if I ever didn't write one of your requests. I'm really trying my best.

However, those reasons happen very seldom. Per day, I get at least 5 requests, which always makes me very happy because I love writing for guys. You gus are the best!

Sadly, I have to address this matter now. What I don't want is any weird request, where the kid interrupts her parents while they are doing the dirty, or where the kid is filled with jealousy towards one of her family members.

Or to always ask me to write the same concept of a story I already posted just with a different parent (For me, it is hard, because I have already written a story like that and don't want a copy of it).

Also, I understand that everyone has a favourite driver, so do I. But spamming me full with the request of the same driver is too much.

I know this person properly didn't mean anything bad behind this and I'm not mad. I just wanted to address this problem before anyone else has the idea to report me just because I didn't write their request. And yes, that really happened before.

But please keep in mind that we, the authors, don't have to have our request open for everyone (and the ability to send requests anonymous). So please be respectful towards each author on tumblr.

Don't be mean or disrespectful when we don't write your requests, because we don't have to. We are not obliged to write it.

This isnt supposed to be any kind of threat or something, it's just a little reminder that most of the authors on Tumblr do this for free, so please treat everyone kindly.

All of this doesn't mean that I won't continue writing your requests. It just means to please think twice about what you are sending the author because we also have a line that we don't want to cross, and this clearly happened today.

It might sound silly to some people, but I felt really uncomfortable with getting 8 requests for the same driver with his girlfriend, and some of them were really weird. Please don't judge me about my decision to put out this statement. But I believe this is a matter that happens to some authors quite often, and it never gets addressed.

What I said above also doesn't count for all my followers, just for this specific kind of person who sent me all of these requests (I'm 99.99% certain it's the same user). You guys are truly amazing people and thank you for all the support you give me.

I'm exited to write some new stories for you and hope you guys aren't mad at me for putting out a statements.

Have an amazing day, and please don't be shy to send me some requests (but please not those kinds of requests)😉

- Ariana 🤍🦢

P.S: I also added the screenshot of the requests so no one can accuse me of lying. I am aware that to some of you, those request are harmless, but to me, they weren't. It was either a weird one or one about jealousy or one that is too similar to another or an already posted story of mine.

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How Everyone In The Paddock Knows You're Dating : ̗̀➛ F1 Reaction

» Max Verstappen 

He’s naturally paying attention to you, without even realising that he’s doing it until one of the team nudges his side. The team are well aware of Max’s eyes trailing across to look at you, or switching off to the conversation as soon as you start talking. He doesn’t know he’s doing it, but the team are well trained and constantly have to remind Max to pay attention again. He can’t help but smile whenever he’s looking at you, especially when he watches you walk around the garage with such an interest, showing a genuine enthusiasm for learning as much as you can about where Max works and what he does, 

» Lando Norris 

He’s like a big kid most of the time, but Lando becomes a lot softer whenever he’s around you, like you make him weak at the knees just from being by his side. The team notice how needy he becomes as soon as he’s in your presence, searching for affection as often as possible. Lando stops focusing on anyone else, the only person that he wants to be around is you. No one in the garage can believe how different Lando is when he’s around you, how he stumbles around, how he giggles uncontrollably, how he can’t bear to be in the same room as you without some sort of physical contact.  

» Charles LeClerc 

Everyone knows that your Charles because his eyes are always watching you. He loves knowing exactly where you are, forever checking that you’re alright and that you’re safe. When he loses sight of you, Charles can’t help but panic, eyes darting around until he spots you again. There’s a fondness in his eyes whenever he’s watching you, if you’re smiling, he’s smiling, if you’re laughing, he laughs with you, and if you seem upset, Charles gets upset too, heading over to you to see if you’re alright. It doesn’t matter what’s happening at the paddock, Charles loves the feeling of knowing that you’re right there with him, like a comfort right by his side. 

» George Russell 

No one in the paddock can fault how much of a gentleman George is for you, despite how busy he is, he always manages to make time to do all the little things for you. He holds the door open for you at every opportunity, keeps his arm around you to protect you from the crowd, offers you his jacket whenever he notices that you’re getting cold, anything that he can in order to keep you safe. Before a race George checks up on you, makes sure that you’re warm enough, had plenty of food, and ensures you’re sat where you can see the race in a spot that’s nice and quiet.  

» Carlos Sainz 

His smile always gets bigger the second he notices you’re around, usually spotting you out of the corner of his eye whilst half listening to what’s being said by the team. When he knows you’re nearby, Carlos is eager for things to be wrapped up as soon as possible so he can go over and see you. As soon as you’re within touching distance, Carlos’ arm wraps around you, with a kiss pressed to the top of your head to greet you, wondering what you’ve been up to whilst he’s been busy. Nobody else needs to look to see if you’re there, they can tell by the excitement in Carlos’ expression that you’re around. 

» Oscar Piastri 

Every single person in the paddock has listened to Oscar tell some sort of story about you, he loves telling them about you. He talks about you with so much excitement that every single one of them knows just how in love Oscar is with you too, sounding much happier than he ever does when he’s talking about his car. He remembers every last detail about the things that he does with you, and has the world’s biggest smile on his face whenever he shares them with anyone. It’s one thing that he’ll never tire of, forever gushing about you around his team. 

» Daniel Ricciardo 

It’s the little things that everyone in the paddock notices that Daniel always does for you. It’s the way he passes you one of his caps if it’s particularly sunny or passes you his water bottle to drink out of when you tell him that you’re getting thirsty and can’t get through to get a drink. He’s constantly attentive, despite how busy he’s supposed to be, he can’t help but still pay attention and make sure that he’s protecting you. The whole team knows just how in love Daniel is with you, after all, he doesn’t take care of any of them anywhere near as well as he takes care of you. 

» Lewis Hamilton 

The team can’t help but admire the way that Lewis looks at you, like you’re the most fragile person in the world that he has to protect. He loves to have you glued to his side when he’s at the paddock, no matter who he’s talking to. Whether it be a team meeting, a chat with a sponsor, or providing some feedback to Toto and Bono, Lewis still has his eyes on you. You don’t say much, not that you can, but when you do speak, Lewis looks at you with such an adoring look that the rest of the team can’t help but admire how fond Lewis is of you. 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

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Beautiful Nightmare - LN

Dark fic + - Minors DNI- if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS

Request from @laaando - The reader works with Lando at Quadrant or McLaren. Lando takes advantage of her being new to manipulate her—blackmail, and toxic behavior to get what he wants. Maybe they slept together once, and he secretly filmed or took pictures, using them to his advantage to ensure she doesn’t leave.

Themes/warnings: Smut 18+, blackmail, manipulation, touch-starved!reader, forced relationship

Word count: 1.6k

Despite what people seem to think about Lando, he is actually very heavily involved with Quadrant. He prioritises it in his free time and even when it's not necessarily his free time.

So any new employees to go buy him before they're taken on. It's one of his rules.

This time it's rule that he is taking some real joy out of. Or he intends to take joy out of it.

Y/n was actually hired to be a rep for Quadrant who came to every race with Lando and acted as his Quadrant assistant so he could focus just a little more on F1 during the season. If he has an idea or a thought or just wants to send a message, that's her job.

"So how are you liking the job?" Lando asks as they sit in his hotel room after the race, it wasn't a great race and Lando wants to distract himself with work that isn't F1 related for once.

"It's the best job I've had...ever. Especially after how my last job ended."

She got fired.

Which would put off other employers but it only piqued Lando's interest. Apparently she was "unmotivated" at her last job which definitely isn't the case in this job but he had always somewhat intended to use it against her. He has a feeling there was something else to it but he's never mad comment.

"I'm glad. It'd be a shame for you to lose it." Lando states making her smile waver as she immediately clocks onto what his hinting at. "I'd hate to have to fire you at some point for not doing what I want you to do."

"Y-Yeah, of course." Y/n nods looking visibly nervous as she pauses the scribbles in her notebook.

"Don't look so scared, y/n. Nothing is going to happen." No Lando's just getting in her head, planting that seed of thought that she could very much be at risk of losing the job if she doesn't do as he says.

"Sorry. Just got a little tense there." Y/n laughs still visibly nervous but trying to calm herself down.

"Don't worry about it." Lando dismisses while she nods but there's clearly lingering thoughts.

-

After that Lando started touching y/n a little more, just small touches, some slightly more suggestive comments leaning so close to her that his lips brush her ear. He can tell there's nerves in her and tension growing between them.

So after some build up, Lando decides to finally force her hand and just make his intentions obvious with no doubt behind his actions from either side.

"I was talking to Max and-" Y/n is cut off with a kiss that she almost chokes on with how aggressive it is when she walks into Lando's room post a call with the rest of the Quadrant teams while Lando was out on track.

If it wasn't for being so familiar with Lando's scent y/n might doubt who it is, but the large hand coming up to her throat confirms it and she somewhat melts into his touch. His free hand moves to her waistband sliding down her stomach and under her panties fingertips grazing her clit and eliciting a moan from the back of her throat.

She's touch-starved when it comes to sex and travelling with Lando has only made that more harder to come by. Not to mention the small touches he's given her have left her wanting more from him.

Suddenly the touch is gone and a whine actually escapes her lips from the loss of light pressure that honestly could've been enough for her to get off on easily with how needy she feels for it.

"I wanna know how these lips feel." Lando states not needing to even say another word of what he wants before she almost breaking her knee caps with how quickly she drops to the floor which he can't help but smirk at feeling like he's got all the power in the world over this woman and it just took the smallest things to slowly make her morph into what he wants her to be. "On the bed, baby."

Y/n takes his hand allowing him to aid her back to her feet before she is led to the bed and Lando lies back pulling her over him. Really he just wants to see what she'll do in the position with more control. And she does exactly what he wants.

Y/n is so focused on getting his dick out that she doesn't notice him reaching to adjust the camera that's recording them. Focusing it to direct it primarily on y/n because he wants make sure there's no doubt that this is her. It's all part of the game.

Turns out he's been wasting time not using her for her oral skills before now because the feeling of her tongue and the back of her throat she takes him deep is like he's feeling something he didn't know he needed to have. He might be forcing her by having put it in her head that she needs to do as he says to keep her job and tricking her subconscious into wanting this with him. But he really didn't think she'd feel this good.

Not that he didn't think she'd be worth it but she's exceeded expectations.

He can feel himself getting dangerously close to finishing so he pulls her up already having something in mind for who he wants this to go and he's not finishing till he feels that pussy wrapped around his dick first.

So he pulls out almost ripping her clothes off of her to get a look at her body in all it's exposed glory. His hand groping her boob before he finally gets back to the point of this.

"Lie down, baby." Lando instructs standing up while she takes the spot he was lying in, her nerves resurfacing for a moment as she lies with her thighs tightly pressed together but he doesn't have the patience for softness as he pushes her legs apart guiding his dick to tease her for a moment feeling how wet she's got from just giving him head. "I can't tell you how many times I've thought about fucking this pussy." Then he does exactly that and he thrusts into her going balls down and almost feeling like she's strangling his cock.

Y/n feels so filled that she can definitely say that Lando is on the bigger end of the size spectrum that she's taken, though probably aided by her accidental celibacy.

Lando doesn't hold back on her and she moans at the feeling of him beginning to move. The bed moves with each thrust as y/n moans and feels the building of her orgasm from him completely brutalising her cervix.

Additional pressure of fingers on her clit makes her back arch up and she's struck with an orgasm that feels so overdue that her body seems to put every ounce of energy into it as she watches spots cloud her vision.

Lando meanwhile feels her milking him with spasms and twitches as her muscles contract through the pleasure and while he hits some cum deep inside her he also pulls out and shoots his cum onto her tummy. Marked by him.

"Y/n?" Lando mumbles testing to see how with it she is. Answer? His words fall on deaf ears and she doesn't notice as he reaches over for his phone and gets some shots of her pussy leaking with half his cum before showing the rest painted on her skin.

Y/n actually just seems to pass out for a few minutes and Lando smirks to himself, knowing he should give her aftercare and clean up but he doesn't want to really. He just wants to leave it there for her to wake up to and know what she's going to agree to with the evidence still all over her and inside her.

-

Y/n actually left while Lando was in the shower, though he'd had another camera set up and he knows she left still with his cum on her and actually she steals his clothes. So he's almost certain she's not making a break for it.

Confirmed the next day when she is waiting for him for them to fly out of Bahrain. With McLaren having high status in Bahrain, they have a private jet out of there and Lando pulls y/n down into his lap while they wait for take off.

"I don't think-"

"Ah ah ah. Y/n, I'd be very careful what you say from here." Lando states pulling the video up on his phone making her look at him with a devastated expression. "You really seemed to be enjoying yourself. Let's not ruin the fun."

Y/n can't find her voice to disagree like she wants to. She wants to argue that this isn't fair or right but instead she slouches into him accepting her defeat. She knew she'd come to regret hooking up with her boss but she never thought he'd stoop to that level.

"Good girl." Lando smirks tucking his hand under the Quadrant sweater she's wearing. "You're mine, ok? Enjoy it. I'll give you a good life, baby."

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Masterlist for Formula 1 🏎🏁🚦

Charles Leclerc:

○ The Spotlight and Us

○ Ice Ice Baby

Lewis Hamilton:

○ The Spotlight and Us

Max Verstappen:

○

Oscar Piastri:

○ Comfort in your arms

○ Language of Love

Carlos Sainz:

○ Head over heels in love

George Russell:

○

Ollie Bearman

○ Young Love

Kimi Antonelli:

○

Cami: Crafting Stories and Creating worlds

My requests are always open for you, my lovely reader!

Latest Update: 14.04.2025

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A work of art

Amira Sainz Masterlist

started: 19.04.24

last updated: 14.04.25

Amira Sainz Introduction

Baby!Sainz introduction

Amira Sainzx Driver (x WAGs)

●Chaos before her arrival

●The killer Fruit 🍓🍓

●The avengers of Formula 1

●The unexpectet red flag

●Baby! Sainz as F1 driver

●The Met Gala

●The After Party

●Rapunzel Style

●The Aftermath

●Fight club

●Reasons

●Prince Charming

●Mother knows best

●The other woman

●Baby!Sainz relationships

●The broken arm

●¡Feliz cumpleaños!

●The Szoboszlai case

●Happy House

●Flu-Season

●Keeping up with the Kardashians

●SKIMS for everyone

●Her own kind of wisdom

●Childhood memories

●A mothers helping hand

●Mother knows best

●Bondi Rescue

●I like you, have a cupcake 🧁

●Mango Dragon Fruit Refresher

●20-Step plan

●The secret boyfriend

●Trouble in paradise

●Busy Girl

●She's dancing like a stripper

●Just a Baby

●Safe space

●Having her attention

Amira Sainz x Drivers (specific)

Charles Leclerc

○The pregnancy

○The pregnancy (Part 2)

○The better girlfriend

○The better girlfriend (Part 2)

Max Verstappen

○Sunset Serenade

Lando Norris

○The move

○Welcome to the familia Sainz

○Three times when

○Three times when.....Part 2

○The winner takes it all

○Spill your guts

○Rain

○The pheromone perfume

○Trouble in paradise

Oscar Piastri

○She's dancing like a stripper

Daniel Ricciardo

○La princesa ansiosa

Lewis Hamilton

○The Met Gala

○The After Party

George Russell

○You're enough

Lance Stroll

○On Vogue

Pierre Gasly

○Pierre as...

○Pierre as boyfriend

○Hiding the princess

○Whipped Cream

○Sitting in the middle

○The Perfect Shot

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Amira Sainz Masterlist

started: 19.04.24

last updated: 14.04.25

Amira Sainz Introduction

Baby!Sainz introduction

Amira Sainzx Driver (x WAGs)

●Chaos before her arrival

●The killer Fruit 🍓🍓

●The avengers of Formula 1

●The unexpectet red flag

●Baby! Sainz as F1 driver

●The Met Gala

●The After Party

●Rapunzel Style

●The Aftermath

●Fight club

●Reasons

●Prince Charming

●Mother knows best

●The other woman

●Baby!Sainz relationships

●The broken arm

●¡Feliz cumpleaños!

●The Szoboszlai case

●Happy House

●Flu-Season

●Keeping up with the Kardashians

●SKIMS for everyone

●Her own kind of wisdom

●Childhood memories

●A mothers helping hand

●Mother knows best

●Bondi Rescue

●I like you, have a cupcake 🧁

●Mango Dragon Fruit Refresher

●20-Step plan

●The secret boyfriend

●Trouble in paradise

●Busy Girl

●She's dancing like a stripper

●Just a Baby

●Safe space

●Having her attention

Amira Sainz x Drivers (specific)

Charles Leclerc

○The pregnancy

○The pregnancy (Part 2)

○The better girlfriend

○The better girlfriend (Part 2)

Max Verstappen

○Sunset Serenade

Lando Norris

○The move

○Welcome to the familia Sainz

○Three times when

○Three times when.....Part 2

○The winner takes it all

○Spill your guts

○Rain

○The pheromone perfume

○Trouble in paradise

Oscar Piastri

○She's dancing like a stripper

Daniel Ricciardo

○La princesa ansiosa

Lewis Hamilton

○The Met Gala

○The After Party

George Russell

○You're enough

Lance Stroll

○On Vogue

Pierre Gasly

○Pierre as...

○Pierre as boyfriend

○Hiding the princess

○Whipped Cream

○Sitting in the middle

○The Perfect Shot

[rue-isabelle]

Ahhh Amira is back!

Hello! Could I request some Amira where Lando kind of wants her attention after the Bahrain race, but Oscar has it.

Thank you! I miss your stories so much. You havent written anything in a very long time.

Hey guys! Enjoy reading this story and send some requests! I will focus more on the 'Amira Sainz series' again.

-xoxo, Amira🧡

Having her attention

The Bahrain paddock was buzzing, lights still shining bright under the desert night as teams packed up and fans screamed from behind the barriers. It had been a hell of a race.

Oscar had won it—clean, clinical, brilliant. Lando had driven the race of his life too, finishing third after a wild series of overtakes and wheel-to-wheel drama. Everyone was pumped, sweaty, and buzzing with adrenaline.

But none more than Lando.

He'd pulled himself out of the McLaren hospitality suite, eager eyes scanning the crowd. There was only one person he wanted to see. One person he wanted to celebrate with. Amira.

Amira was Carlos' little sister. Twenty-one, radiant, and far too charming for her own good. Every single driver on the grid was in love with her, Lando included. Hell, even the drivers' girlfriends were probably a little in love with her.

She had this way of listening—really listening—that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. When she laughed, it was the kind that made you feel like you’d won something.

And Lando wanted to win. Her.

He found her near the back of the McLaren hospitality, her long brown curls bouncing as she laughed at something someone was saying. He smiled instinctively, already imagining her throwing her arms around him and gushing about his overtakes.

Then he saw who she was talking to.

Oscar.

Of course.

Oscar had a hand on her waist—her waist—and was talking animatedly, his face lit up with boyish excitement. Amira’s eyes sparkled up at him, completely enraptured.

Lando’s smile dropped.

He walked toward them anyway, fixing on a more casual, lopsided grin. “Hey,” he said brightly, leaning in to press a kiss to Amira’s cheek. “There’s my favorite girl.”

Amira turned her head slightly, offering him her cheek but not her attention. “Hey, Lando,” she said warmly, but her gaze never left Oscar.

Lando cleared his throat and launched right in. “Did you see that battle with George? Lap 49? Honestly thought I was done for, but I sent it.”

Amira nodded absently, eyes still locked on Oscar. “Mm-hmm.”

Oscar chuckled, finally turning to glance at Lando. “It was a good one, mate.”

“Oh, come on,” Lando said, trying to laugh. “She’s not even listening to me!”

Amira blinked and turned, smiling sweetly. “I heard you. Lap 49. George. You sent it. Very cool.”

Oscar snorted, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

“I mean, I was side by side with three cars at one point. And I kept the podium.” Lando insisted.

“That’s amazing,” Amira said politely. “Anyway, Oscar, you were saying about the pit stop?”

Lando stared in disbelief as Oscar smoothly picked up the story again, sliding his arm more firmly around her waist and guiding her away from him.

Lando blinked. “Are you—are you seriously—”

Oscar turned over his shoulder, walking backward for a second, and smirked. “Better luck next time, mate.” He pulled Amira even closer.

Lando was left standing there, seething.

“Hey!” came Carlos’ voice.

Lando tensed.

Carlos appeared beside him, eyes sharp as knives. “Are you looking at my sister again?”

Lando hesitated. “No? Maybe? She’s literally right there.”

Carlos followed his gaze, jaw clenching as he spotted Oscar and Amira—now practically whispering to each other under the string lights.

“Óscar,” Carlos muttered in disgust. “Of course it’s Óscar.”

Lando sighed. “She didn’t even care about my race, man.”

Carlos turned slowly to him. “And you’re upset?”

“Yes!”

“Well I’m upset that you’re upset, because that means you think you had a chance in the first place!”

Lando threw his arms up. “Mate, you know everyone’s in love with her. I’m just being honest.”

Carlos narrowed his eyes. “I will throw you into the Gulf.”

“Join the queue,” Lando muttered.

Just then, Charles strolled by, holding a very aesthetically pleasing glass of something suspiciously expensive-looking. He took a long, deliberate sip, then fixed Lando with a perfectly blank look.

“I wouldn’t want to be you right now,” Charles said lightly, then walked off.

Lando’s jaw dropped. “What the hell does that even mean?”

Carlos patted him once—very hard—on the back. “Means you should go home, cry in the shower, and rethink your life choices.”

Lando groaned.

Meanwhile, Oscar was telling Amira about every tiny moment of his race, and she was hanging onto every word like he was Shakespeare behind the wheel.

Carlos started marching toward them.

“Wait, wait—are you seriously going to ruin this for her?” Lando asked.

Carlos didn’t look back. “I’m going to ruin it for him.”

Lando stayed behind, jaw clenched, watching Amira throw her head back laughing at something Oscar said.

Charles passed by again, now with Pierre.

Pierre gave Lando a sympathetic nod. “She likes the quiet ones.”

“I’M a quiet one!” Lando protested.

Charles sipped again. “You’re loudly quiet.” Again, he walked away like nothing happened.

Lando sat down on the nearest crate, stunned, as Oscar dipped his head and whispered something into Amira’s ear, making her blush.

He was still sitting there when Carlos exploded onto the scene like an angry hurricane.

Let’s just say, the post-race celebrations were a little more chaotic than usual that night.

And Lando? Lando was plotting his redemption arc.

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Hey. Can I please requests some CLx reader x LH. Maybe reader has a movie Premier and both of them are here to support her.

The Spotlight and Us

The New York skyline shimmered outside the penthouse suite, the city humming with anticipation. It was a big night—the premiere of Yn’s latest film, a project she had poured her heart and soul into for the past year. It wasn’t just another movie. It was the culmination of sleepless nights, endless rehearsals, and the unwavering support of the two men who meant the world to her.

Inside, Lewis stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting Charles' tie with precise fingers. Charles huffed a little, tilting his head up obediently as Lewis tightened the knot just enough.

"You know, I could've done that myself," Charles murmured, but there was no real protest in his voice, just the warmth of being taken care of.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have done it right," Lewis teased, smirking as he smoothed the fabric of Charles' suit jacket.

Charles rolled his eyes but didn’t move away, instead watching the way Lewis’ hands worked expertly. He knew those hands like the back of his own, whether they were gripping a steering wheel, playing with Yn’s hair absentmindedly, or holding his own hand under the dinner table when no one was looking.

They were still caught in that quiet moment, a silent exchange of adoration passing between them, when the bathroom door opened.

"Okay, boys, how do I look?"

Both men turned immediately at the sound of Yn’s voice, their breath catching as they took her in. She stood in the doorway, her green dress flowing elegantly around her, hugging every curve perfectly. The emerald fabric shimmered in the light, but nothing outshone the sparkle in her eyes.

Charles was the first to react, his lips parting slightly before a slow, almost dazed smile spread across his face.

"You look…" he trailed off, shaking his head as if words had failed him.

Lewis, never one to be outdone, took a step forward, his eyes scanning her from head to toe before settling on her face.

"Absolutely stunning," he finished for Charles, reaching out to take her hand. "God, Yn, you take my breath away every time."

Yn felt her cheeks heat up instantly, her fingers squeezing Lewis' in response. She wasn’t usually the type to get flustered, but something about the way they were looking at her—like she was the most precious thing in the world—made her heart do somersaults.

"You guys are just saying that," she mumbled, ducking her head slightly.

Charles laughed softly, stepping closer until he could cup her cheek gently, forcing her to look up at him.

"Chérie, we could spend hours describing how beautiful you are, and it still wouldn’t be enough." His thumb brushed over her cheekbone, his eyes shining with sincerity.

"He's right," Lewis added, placing his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer between them. "You’re breathtaking, Yn. But beyond that, you’re incredible. Talented. Smart. And tonight, the world gets to celebrate you."

Yn let out a soft, almost shy laugh, looking between them. "I think I should bring you two everywhere. You’re the best hype men."

"We're just telling the truth," Charles said, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

Just then, a knock on the suite door signaled the arrival of her manager, who poked their head in with an apologetic look.

"Yn, we have to go. The car’s waiting, and people are already arriving at the theater."

Lewis and Charles immediately stepped back, ever the supportive partners, letting her breathe. Lewis grabbed Yn’s jacket from the coat rack while Charles held out his arm dramatically.

"Shall we, my lady?" Charles said with a playful grin.

Yn laughed, shaking her head, but she took his arm nonetheless. "You're such a dork."

"But you love it," he shot back.

Lewis draped her jacket over her shoulders with gentle hands, then did the same for Charles. Once they were all ready, they stepped out of the suite together, walking in sync like they always did—as a unit, as a team, as something whole.

The moment they stepped onto the red carpet, flashes exploded around them. Photographers shouted Yn’s name, eager to capture the leading lady of the night. But they also called for Lewis and Charles, their presence sending the media into a frenzy.

Yn tightened her grip on both their hands, grateful to have them there. They weren’t just her boyfriends; they were her anchor in all the madness.

"You got this," Lewis whispered near her ear as they paused for a few photos.

Charles, on her other side, nodded. "You’re the star tonight, Yn. Let’s give them something to talk about."

Yn chuckled at that, but it helped. She posed with confidence, turning to give the cameras her best angles, answering a few questions thrown her way with ease. She was used to this—premieres, interviews, the attention—but it felt different with them by her side.

A reporter stepped forward, microphone outstretched. "Yn, congratulations on the film! How does it feel having two of the biggest names in motorsport here supporting you tonight?"

Yn glanced at Lewis and Charles, who both smirked at the question.

"It feels amazing," she said genuinely. "Their schedules are crazy, so the fact that they could be here means the world to me."

Lewis squeezed her hand before speaking. "We wouldn’t have missed this for anything. She’s put in so much work, and we’re just here to celebrate her."

Charles nodded. "We’re her biggest fans, after all."

The reporters ate it up, their cameras clicking even faster as the three of them exchanged affectionate looks. It wasn’t often that their relationship was put in the spotlight like this, but tonight, they didn’t mind. Tonight was about love—love for the craft, love for the journey, and love for each other.

As they made their way down the carpet, Lewis leaned in close.

"You ready for this?"

Yn exhaled slowly, but she was smiling. "Yeah. I think I am."

And with that, the three of them stepped into the theater together, hand in hand, ready to take on the night.

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Hey! Could I please request reader comforting Oscar after he spins out of the race. She is being a good girlfriend, and Oscar really needs it right now.

Thank you!

Comfort in your arms

The energy in Melbourne was electric. The first race of the 2025 Formula 1 season was always going to be exciting, but for Oscar, it was even more special. It was his home race—the one where he had grown up dreaming of one day competing in front of his family, friends, and thousands of Aussie fans. But more than anything, he was happy because Yn was here with him.

They had been together for years now, their relationship built on mutual support, understanding, and an unwavering love for one another. No matter what happened on track, Yn was always there for him, just like he was for her.

Now, as he sat in his race suit, exhausted and frustrated after a chaotic Australian Grand Prix, all he wanted was to see her.

Oscar had started the race strong, maintaining his position in the top three for most of it. The car felt good, and for a while, it seemed like a solid points finish was guaranteed. But then, disaster struck.

Lap 42. He had been pushing hard, trying to close the gap to the car in front when the rear of his car suddenly stepped out mid-corner.

“Ah, no—no, no, no!” he shouted into the radio as he spun off the track, grass spraying in all directions.

For a moment, his heart sank, thinking it was all over. But with quick reactions, he managed to get the car pointed in the right direction and rejoin the race. It wasn’t over, but he had lost precious positions.

By the time the checkered flag fell, he had salvaged a P9 finish. Points, but not the result he had been hoping for at home.

Now, walking back to his driver's room, he could feel the frustration settling deep in his chest.

Then he saw her.

Yn was already waiting for him inside, her arms crossed as she leaned against the small couch, watching him with concern. The moment Oscar stepped through the door, she moved toward him.

"Hey," she said softly. "Rough one?"

Oscar let out a breath and ran a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "Yeah. I really messed that up."

"You didn't mess up," she corrected, stepping closer. "You finished in the points after a spin. That’s still a solid drive."

He shook his head. "Not good enough. Not at my home race."

Yn sighed, reaching out to cup his face gently. "Stop that," she murmured, her thumbs brushing over his cheeks. "You drove an incredible race. One mistake doesn’t change that. You kept fighting, and that’s what matters."

Oscar leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a moment. "I just—" He exhaled, shaking his head again. "I really wanted a good result today. For everyone here. For you."

She frowned at that. "You don’t owe me anything, Oscar. I’m proud of you no matter what."

His chest tightened at her words. She always knew exactly what to say.

Yn reached up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, slow and reassuring. Oscar immediately melted into it, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

She kissed him again, lingering, making sure he knew how much she meant every word she said. When she pulled back slightly, their faces remained close, breath mingling.

"You did amazing," she whispered.

Oscar swallowed hard, his hands tightening on her hips. "I needed that," he admitted, his voice raw.

"Good," she said with a small smile. "Because I plan to keep doing it until you believe me."

A small chuckle escaped him, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t fully disappear. He leaned forward again, pressing his forehead against hers.

"You’re too good to me," he murmured.

Yn’s hands slid up to the back of his neck, playing with the damp curls there. "You make it easy."

Oscar sighed and pulled her even closer, pressing slow, lingering kisses along her jaw before trailing down to her neck. He sucked gently at the sensitive skin, his lips warm and soft against her.

Yn let out a soft hum of approval, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"I really needed this," he admitted between kisses.

"I know," she whispered.

He kissed her again, firmer this time, pouring every ounce of emotion into it. She responded immediately, her hands gripping his race suit. He didn’t want to let go—didn’t want to think about the race, the spin, or the points lost. Right now, all that mattered was her.

Yn pulled back slightly, tilting his chin up so he met her gaze. "You are incredible, Oscar. One spin doesn’t change that. And no matter what happens on track, I’ll always be here for you."

His heart clenched at her words.

"I love you," he said suddenly, the words tumbling out before he could even think about them.

Yn smiled, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. "I love you too," she whispered.

And just like that, everything felt a little bit lighter.

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[rue-isabelle]

Hi honey. Could I please request a Carlos story. Maybe the reader is working for the strategy team and is part of Carlos crew. Carlos is absolutely in love with her but reader is very obvious

Thank you ♥️

Head over heels on love

The Williams garage was a well-oiled machine, every team member moving with precision and purpose. Yn had been a part of this world since 2024, first as an eager intern, and now, a crucial member of the strategy team. She was good at her job—so good, in fact, that when Carlos joined the team at the start of the 2025 season, she was immediately assigned to his side.

At first, Carlos hadn’t thought much of it. She was bright, diligent, and clearly talented, but as time went on, he found himself watching her more and more. The way she smiled when Alex or Lily made a joke, the way her brows furrowed in concentration as she pored over strategy notes, the way she always had time to check in on the engineers even after long nights at the factory.

And then there was her laugh. That beautiful, musical laugh that had become his favorite sound in the entire paddock.

Carlos was a goner.

Yn walked into the paddock, balancing a laptop bag on one shoulder and a few notebooks in her arms. She barely made it two steps before Carlos appeared out of nowhere, plucking the books from her hands with ease.

“I’ve got these,” he said smoothly, giving her a warm smile.

Yn blinked. “Carlos, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” he replied simply, adjusting the strap of her bag over his shoulder. “Where to?”

“My office,” she said, still a little surprised. “You really don’t have to carry everything, you know.”

He just smirked. “I like taking care of you.”

Yn huffed, shaking her head, but she didn’t argue. It wasn’t the first time he had done something like this. Over the past few months, he had developed a habit of showing up just when she needed help, whether it was carrying her things, bringing her coffee, or sneaking in snacks when she was too busy to eat.

She figured he was just being nice.

She was wrong.

Carlos made himself comfortable in her office while she worked on the next race’s strategy, going over tire degradation data and potential weather conditions. He placed a container of food on her desk, opened it, and took out a fork, spearing a piece of chicken before holding it up to her lips.

Yn blinked at him. “Carlos.”

“Eat,” he said, unwavering.

She sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let it go, and took the bite. He grinned, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“You know, you don’t have to babysit me,” she said, swallowing. “I can feed myself.”

“But you don’t,” he pointed out, offering her another bite. “You get too caught up in work and forget. So, I remind you.”

She took the bite begrudgingly, but inside, her heart fluttered. Carlos was always like this with her—kind, attentive, affectionate. She just assumed it was his way of looking out for his team.

Carlos, meanwhile, was trying very hard not to be too obvious, though he suspected he was failing miserably. Every time she leaned in to take a bite from his fork, he had to resist the urge to kiss her. He wanted to—desperately—but he also wanted her to realize on her own how much he cared.

“Do you have everything you need for the race weekend?” he asked casually, watching her type out a few notes on her laptop.

“Yeah, I think so. Just need to finalize a few strategies and—”

Carlos reached over and shut her laptop. She turned to him with an incredulous look.

“Yn, it’s late,” he said, voice softer. “Go home. Sleep.”

She hesitated. “I just have a few more—”

Carlos shook his head, standing up and offering her his hand. “Come on. I’m walking you out.”

With a sigh, she relented, taking his hand as he pulled her to her feet. The moment she was standing, he pulled her into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to her temple before resting his chin on her head.

Yn laughed softly, used to his hugs by now, but still, every time he kissed her temple or cheek, she felt a warmth spread through her chest.

She just didn’t think too hard about why.

The night before race day, the Williams team was gathered in the motorhome, going over final preparations. Yn sat at her usual seat, scribbling notes as Carlos, his engineer, and the rest of the strategists discussed potential scenarios.

When the meeting ended, Carlos lingered behind as everyone else filtered out. He leaned against the table, watching Yn as she absentmindedly tapped her pen against her notebook.

“You always work too hard,” he murmured.

She smiled, glancing up at him. “You always tell me that.”

“Because it’s true.”

Before she could respond, he reached out and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb grazing her skin. Her breath hitched slightly, and Carlos felt his heart hammer in his chest. He had been patient, waiting for her to see what was right in front of her, but he was reaching his limit.

“Yn,” he said softly.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at him curiously. “Yeah?”

His gaze flickered to her lips before meeting her eyes again. He wanted to kiss her. God, he wanted to kiss her so badly.

But he held back. Just a little longer.

Instead, he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek before pulling away. “Get some rest,” he whispered before walking out of the room, leaving Yn standing there, utterly clueless to the fact that she had completely stolen his heart.

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[rue-isabelle]

Hello my girl

Could I please request Charles and Yn going ice swimming together and its all cute and stuff

Ice Ice Baby

The F1 season had finally ended, and for once, the world had gone quiet for Charles and Yn.

No screaming engines.

No media.

No fans chasing them for autographs or dissecting every little gesture.

Just silence.

And snow.

And each other.

They had chosen Iceland—remote, wild, untouched—for their winter break. The kind of place where time seemed to slow down and the cold wrapped around them like a blanket, whispering in its own language. It was beautiful. Peaceful. And it felt like breathing after holding your lungs full for nine long months of chaotic race weekends.

They were staying in a cozy wooden lodge tucked in the quiet folds of the Icelandic wilderness, surrounded by snow-dusted pines and glacial lakes that sparkled like shards of glass under the pale light of dawn. There were no distractions. Just a fireplace, the sound of their laughter, and a bed that creaked under whispered secrets and long-missed touches.

Charles had woken up before the sun, still holding her close, his nose buried in her hair, the scent of her so familiar and grounding. He could feel her heartbeat under his palm, steady and calm, and something about the quietness of the world around them filled him with a restless sort of excitement.

He kissed her shoulder softly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Amour… are you awake?”

A sleepy groan answered him. “No.”

He laughed under his breath, dragging his lips up her neck. “Okay. But I have an idea.”

She cracked one eye open. “It’s too early for your ideas.”

“I promise it’s a good one,” he said, pulling the blankets off her as she immediately tried to yank them back. “Come on. Let’s go ice swimming.”

“What?!” Her voice pitched up. “Charles, have you hit your head?”

He grinned down at her, already slipping on a thick sweater. “Nope. But I’ve always wanted to do it. You know—it’s supposed to be refreshing. Life-changing, even.”

She sat up slowly, squinting at him like he’d lost his mind. “It’s ice. The water is freezing. That doesn’t sound life-changing, it sounds like a near-death experience.”

“You’ll survive.” He leaned down, catching her lips in a long, slow kiss. “And I’ll make you warm breakfast afterward. Pancakes. With chocolate. And coffee. The good kind.”

Her lips curved into a reluctant smile against his. “You’re bribing me with food.”

“I’m bribing you with love and food,” he whispered dramatically. “Please, mon cœur. It’ll be fun.”

“You owe me like… a million kisses.”

“I’ll give you two million,” he said, tugging her toward him and kissing her again, his fingers running down her sides until she was laughing and swatting at his hands. “And I’ll carry you if I have to.”

“You’ll drop me in the snow,” she muttered, but she was already getting out of bed, reaching for her swimsuit with a sigh. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’m very lucky you love me,” he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind as she changed, kissing her bare shoulder. “Otherwise you’d leave me to freeze alone.”

It didn’t take long for them to dress and make their way through the silent snow-covered paths that led to the hotel’s private ice swimming spot. The air was crisp and bit at their cheeks, their breath coming out in soft clouds. The water was still, black and glassy under the faint morning light, steam rising off of it where the cold kissed its surface.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, shivering despite her thick robe, her feet crunching softly on the wooden dock that led to the edge.

“I was born ready,” Charles said with a wide grin, already pulling off his robe and stepping barefoot onto the dock. “Watch and learn.”

She watched, horrified and fascinated, as he dipped a toe into the water and hissed.

“It’s cold,” he admitted. “Like, really cold.”

“Wow. Who could have guessed?” she said dryly.

But he didn’t hesitate much longer. With a short, sharp inhale and a curse in French, he stepped off the dock and into the water, submerging himself up to his chest with a grimace.

“Okay! Okay! This is fine! This is good!” he shouted, teeth chattering. “I can’t feel my legs, but I’m alive! Come on, bébé!”

“No way,” she said, inching forward but still wrapped in her robe. “That looks like torture.”

“I promise you,” he said, eyes on her, “you’ll feel amazing after. Like… like you could wrestle a bear.”

“I don’t want to wrestle a bear.”

“You’re doing great already,” he encouraged, watching her take off the robe slowly. “You look so beautiful, even when you're shivering.”

“You’re not charming your way out of this,” she muttered, but stepped closer to the edge.

“Just one foot,” he said gently. “Start with that.”

She slid her foot in, gasped, then pulled it back instantly. “Charles! It burns! It burns!”

He laughed, shoulders shaking. “It’s part of the process! I swear!”

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe. But I’m your insane,” he said softly, reaching out a hand toward her. “Come in, mon amour. I’ve got you.”

She stared at him—his boyish grin, the way his hair was already dripping wet, his breath fogging in the cold morning air—and sighed.

“Fine. But you better hold me.”

“Always.”

She stepped in slowly, inch by inch, biting her lip and shuddering with every breath. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, but Charles reached out and pulled her into him the moment she was close enough. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, clinging to him like a lifeline.

“God, you’re warm compared to the water,” she murmured, pressing her face into his neck.

“That’s the adrenaline,” he said, one arm around her waist, the other rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back. “You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

“You owe me a house in the South of France for this.”

“Deal.”

He pressed kisses to her forehead, to her cheek, to her nose. “You’re amazing. Brave. The love of my life.”

She let out a breathless laugh, the cold forgotten for a moment as he continued whispering to her, holding her close.

Then suddenly, without warning, he took a breath and plunged them both underwater.

She screamed for a second, mostly from the shock, and instinctively tightened her grip on him. But even beneath the surface, he found her lips and kissed her, their mouths meeting in a burst of bubbles and cold, burning sensation that somehow still felt like fire.

When they emerged, she coughed and sputtered, clinging to him.

“CHARLES!”

He burst out laughing, wiping water from her face. “You should have seen your face!”

“I hate you,” she said, lips trembling as she tried to glare at him.

“You love me.”

“I’m freezing! And you dunked me!”

“I kissed you,” he corrected, grinning ear to ear. “Underwater kiss. Very cinematic.”

“I swear,” she muttered, shivering violently now. “You better make the best damn pancakes of your life.”

“I will,” he said, already starting to move toward the edge, still holding her close. “But admit it… that was kind of amazing.”

She glanced at him, her heart still pounding, cheeks flushed not from the cold but from him.

“…Maybe.”

He laughed again, and she smiled despite herself, pressing her forehead to his.

“You’re trouble,” she whispered.

“And you’re mine,” he whispered back.

And as the morning sun finally broke over the horizon, painting the snow in soft gold, they climbed out together, hearts warm despite the cold.

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[rue-isabelle]

Omg what about Ollie and reader being together and it's their first time on the grid as a couple. And they are like all shy and blushing and the others think it's adorable.

Thank youuuuu😍

Young Love

Ollie held Yn’s hand tighter as they walked through the paddock, the usual buzz of race day heightened with a new layer of nerves. It was the first time they were showing up together — officially. For two years, they'd kept it quiet, happy in their little world of texts, video calls, and off-season getaways. But now, the world was about to see them.

Yn looked around, wide-eyed but smiling. “Everyone’s taller than I imagined,” she whispered, hiding a bit behind Ollie.

He laughed softly, “I told you. Lando’s short, though.”

“Oi!” Lando called, right on cue, walking by with his headset around his neck. He paused when he spotted the two. “Is this Yn? The Yn?”

Ollie nodded, cheeks already warming. “Yeah, this is her.”

Lando’s grin grew. “So you’re the famous girlfriend. It’s nice to finally meet the girl who’s got our boy smiling at his phone 24/7.”

Yn blushed, but shook his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

Lando winked. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on the teasing. For now.” He leaned closer, stage-whispering to Ollie, “She’s way too pretty for you, mate.”

“Go away,” Ollie muttered, but he was smiling.

As they reached the grid, a few more drivers noticed them. Yuki waved from the Red Bull pit, bounding over.

“Ollie! And you must be Yn! I’ve heard so much about you,” he said brightly.

Yn offered a small smile. “All good things, I hope?”

Yuki grinned. “Mostly about how he gets all flustered when you call him ‘babe’ on the phone.”

“Yuki—!” Ollie groaned, looking mortified.

George strolled over with Alex and Oscar, catching the end of that sentence.

“Did I hear ‘babe’?” George teased.

Oscar chuckled, nudging Ollie’s shoulder. “You guys are adorable already.”

“Be nice,” Alex added, nodding to Yn. “Welcome. It’s good to finally meet you.”

Yn looked at them all, a little overwhelmed but glowing. “Thanks, I—this is all just… surreal.”

Oscar smiled at her gently. “Just think of it like a big weird family. Some of us are more annoying cousins than others.”

Carlos passed by and ruffled Ollie’s hair. “You’re braver than I thought. Bringing her here. Respect.”

“Carlos,” Ollie groaned again, gently fixing his hair.

Yn giggled softly. “I think this is my favorite version of Ollie. Blushing and being bullied.”

“Oh, you fit in just fine,” Pierre chimed in from behind, arms crossed, smirking. “Don’t worry, we’ll protect you two from the press.”

And true to their word, the entire grid had quietly agreed to keep the media and fans at bay. When cameras started inching closer, Fernando shot a glare. Lewis subtly stepped into their path. Even Max stood like a wall next to them, his silence more intimidating than any words.

“Thanks for… shielding us,” Yn said quietly to Lewis, who had placed himself between her and a particularly intrusive photographer.

Lewis turned, his expression soft. “You two are good kids. You deserve to enjoy this.”

And then — it was time.

“Ready?” Ollie asked, his hand reaching for hers again.

“Only if I get to meet him now,” Yn whispered.

“Charles?”

She nodded.

Ollie took a breath. “Okay. Just—he’s basically like my grid dad, alright? So I might act like a total loser.”

“I already like him,” Yn teased.

They found Charles near his Ferrari, arms folded, deep in conversation with a mechanic. When he spotted them, he offered a warm smile and excused himself.

Ollie straightened up a little. “Hi, uh—Charles. This is Yn. My girlfriend.”

Charles tilted his head with a fond, amused smile, then extended his hand to Yn. “Bonjour, Yn. Finally, I get to meet the girl who makes this one stutter like a schoolboy.”

Yn shook his hand gently, her voice soft. “It’s an honor to meet you. Ollie talks about you all the time.”

Charles’s smile deepened. “I hope only good things.”

Ollie jumped in, “Always. I mean—mostly.”

Charles laughed and gave Ollie a light smack on the back. “She’s sweet. You did well.”

Ollie beamed, his chest puffed with pride.

Charles leaned in slightly toward Yn. “Take care of him. He’s got a good heart.”

“I will,” she promised.

From a distance, Kimi Antonelli was watching the interaction with a smug little smirk, arms folded across his Mercedes driver suit. “Told you he’d be nervous,” he said to George, who nodded.

“They’re cute. Like baby deer.”

“They’re gonna melt the grid,” Alex added.

“Or break the internet,” Lando chimed in, phone already out to sneak a picture — only for George to swat it down.

“Let them have the moment, man.”

As the anthem approached, Ollie offered Yn a soft smile. “You okay?”

“Yeah. A little nervous, but… being here with you? It feels right.”

Ollie squeezed her hand. “We’ll make it a tradition. Grid together. Every time.”

They stood side by side after the anthem, barely brushing arms, but everyone could tell how much love was there — in the quiet glances, the barely-there touches, the way Yn beamed at Ollie like he was her whole world.

And to Ollie, she was.

That day, they weren’t just racers or girlfriends or teammates or press bait. They were just Ollie and Yn — two young souls, brave enough to love each other out loud on the grid. And the rest of the paddock? They wouldn’t let anyone ruin that.

Not on their watch.

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[rue-isabelle]

omg can you write one for Lewis where he makes a special helmet with some of the drawings his daughter has made for him, his helmet ends up having stars rainbows etc

A Helmet full of Art

The moment Lewis became a father, he knew nothing would ever matter more to him than his little girl, Yn. At just three years old, she had already captured his entire heart, filling his life with laughter, tiny hugs, and endless chatter about her favorite things. She was a bright little spark—curious, loving, and always eager to create something new.

And lately, that "something new" had been drawings.

Lewis had first noticed it when Yn would sit at the coffee table, her tiny tongue sticking out in concentration as she held a crayon in her chubby hands, dragging colors across the page with uncontainable enthusiasm. At first, her drawings were just a mix of squiggles and chaotic rainbows, but over time, they started to resemble actual things—flowers, cats, and even an attempt at drawing both of them together.

"Look, Daddy!" she'd exclaim every time she finished. "This one’s you and me!"

And every single time, Lewis' heart melted.

He was the kind of father who supported Yn in anything she wanted to do. If she decided tomorrow that she wanted to be an astronaut, he’d find her a tiny space suit. If she wanted to become a ballerina, he’d be at every recital. So when he saw how much she adored drawing, he went all in—buying her the best colored pencils, sketchbooks, and even a little artist’s apron.

But what he hadn’t expected was how much her drawings would come to mean to him. He kept every single one. The rainbow she had drawn with colors that didn’t quite follow the traditional order. The cat that had oddly shaped whiskers but still looked adorable. The one of them together, with his curly hair drawn way too big and Yn’s little stick-figure self holding his hand. The flowers and bees that she had proudly declared were for him because "you like flowers, Daddy!"

So when the time came for his first home race as a Ferrari driver, Lewis wanted his helmet to be special.

And there was only one thing that felt right.

The paddock was buzzing with anticipation. It was Lewis’ first home race wearing Ferrari red, and everyone knew he’d do something big. But no one expected what he revealed when he stepped into the garage on Friday.

"Alright, guys," Lewis said, grinning as he pulled the cover off his new helmet. "Meet my new favorite helmet ever."

The garage fell silent for a moment. Then—

"Oh my god," Charles breathed out, stepping closer. "Are these… Yn’s drawings?"

Lewis beamed. "Yep."

The helmet was a masterpiece. Instead of his usual bright yellow, it was now a canvas filled with his daughter’s art. Her rainbow stretched across the top, her wobbly cat drawing sat proudly on one side, the flowers and bees covered another part, and right at the back, a big, bold drawing of them together. It was messy, colorful, and absolutely perfect.

"You actually put them on your helmet," Carlos said, grinning. "Man, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen."

"She loves drawing," Lewis explained, running his fingers over the helmet. "And I love everything she makes. I wanted her to be part of this weekend somehow, and this felt right."

Oscar, who had just arrived, let out a low whistle. "This might be the most wholesome thing I’ve ever seen in F1."

Pierre nudged Max. "Admit it, even you think this is cute."

Max rolled his eyes but smirked. "Yeah, yeah, it's cute. Not as cute as my cats, though."

Lando burst out laughing. "I swear, you and your cats—"

"But seriously," George interrupted, shaking his head in admiration. "This is incredible, mate. I bet Yn’s gonna freak out when she sees it."

"She hasn't seen it yet," Lewis admitted. "I wanted it to be a surprise."

And oh, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

Later that afternoon, after all the practice sessions, Lewis finally had time to call home. He was sitting in the Ferrari motorhome, holding his phone in his hands, waiting for the call to connect.

The moment the screen lit up, Yn’s bright little face appeared, her curls bouncing as she gasped.

"Daddy!" she squealed. "Hi hi hi!"

"Hey, baby," Lewis grinned. "I’ve got a surprise for you."

Yn's eyes widened. "A 'prise? For me?"

Lewis laughed, turning his phone camera around to show his helmet. "Look at this, baby. Do you recognize these drawings?"

For a second, there was silence. Then, an excited shriek.

"THAT’S MINE! THAT’S MY DRAWINGS!" Yn shouted, practically bouncing. "Daddy, you put them on your hat!"

"Helmet, baby," Lewis chuckled, his heart swelling at her excitement. "But yeah, I did! Now, when I race this weekend, I’ll have you with me."

Yn clapped her hands together, eyes shining. "I love it! I love it, I love it, I love it!"

On the other side of the call, Yn’s grandmother laughed. "Lewis, you’ve just made her entire year."

"That was the plan," he said, winking.

Yn leaned close to the camera, her tiny hands gripping the screen. "Win with my pictures, Daddy!"

Lewis smiled softly. "I’ll try my best, baby girl. Just for you."

When Lewis walked into the paddock on Saturday with his helmet under his arm, the cameras instantly caught sight of it. And within minutes, social media exploded.

@F1: Lewis Hamilton’s helmet this weekend is covered in his 3-year-old daughter’s drawings, and we’re not crying, you are.

@SkySportsF1: Lewis dedicates his home race helmet to his daughter Yn, featuring her personal artwork. A touching tribute from the seven-time champion.

The media went crazy over it. Every journalist wanted to ask about it, every interview started with the same question:

"Tell us about your helmet this weekend, Lewis."

And every time, Lewis proudly explained.

"Yn loves drawing, and I love everything she makes," he said during a press conference. "I wanted to do something special for my first home race with Ferrari, and there was nothing more special than this. It’s my way of carrying her with me on track."

The fans adored it. In the grandstands, they held up signs with her drawings, and Ferrari even arranged for a little sketchbook to be placed in the garage for Yn to "design" future helmets.

By Sunday, it wasn’t just a helmet—it was a symbol of love.

As Lewis strapped himself into the car, he ran a hand over his helmet one last time.

"For you, baby girl," he murmured.

And then, with the whole world watching, he raced.

He raced with his daughter’s rainbow on his head, with her flowers and bees bringing color to the Ferrari red, with her little cat keeping him company through every turn.

And when he crossed the finish line in P1, the first thing he did after climbing out of the car was point to his helmet.

That night, when he called home again, Yn’s excited squeal nearly burst his eardrums.

"You did it, Daddy! My pictures won!"

Lewis laughed, feeling his heart swell. "Yeah, baby. We did it together."

And as far as he was concerned, that made this the most special win of his career.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-💙🦋

[rue-isabelle]

Can you pls do a dad Oscar fic with a young daughter and she loves his sisters and while playing with them she grazes her knee or smth and runs back to her dad thank youuuuuuu x

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

The late afternoon sun bathed the backyard in a golden glow, casting long shadows over the freshly cut grass. A warm breeze rustled the trees, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine through the open space. Laughter echoed across the yard as two-year-old Yn toddled between her aunties, her tiny hands grasping at the air as if she could catch the very essence of happiness.

Oscar leaned back in his chair, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched his daughter. Two weeks in Australia before the season started had seemed like a perfect idea. His family hadn’t been able to see Yn as much as they would have liked, given his demanding schedule and the fact that they lived all the way in Monaco. But now, here they were—surrounded by loved ones, the air filled with the sounds of home.

"She’s getting so big," Edie mused from beside him, her arms resting on the wooden outdoor table.

Oscar hummed in agreement, his eyes still on Yn. "Tell me about it. Feels like yesterday she could barely sit up on her own. Now she’s running around like she owns the place."

"She does own the place," Nicole chimed in with a chuckle from across the table, her maternal warmth shining through. "At least in your dad’s eyes."

Chris, Oscar’s father, chuckled. "Not just mine. Look at those two," he nodded toward Hattie and Mae, who were fully invested in entertaining their little niece.

Hattie was crouched down beside Yn, her fingers delicately plucking tiny daisies from the grass and handing them to the eager toddler. "Here, sweetheart, give these to your mummy later, yeah?"

Yn beamed, nodding enthusiastically as she clutched the tiny bouquet. Her little fingers tightened around the stems, some of the petals already beginning to fall. "Mama!" she chirped, clearly excited about the thought of giving Lilly the flowers.

"That’s right!" Hattie praised, smoothing back Yn’s soft curls. "She’s gonna love them."

"Yn! Look what I found!" Mae’s voice rang out from a few meters away, her tone filled with excitement.

Yn’s head snapped up, her greenish-blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Coming!" she declared, her little legs springing into action.

She ran as fast as her tiny body allowed, the determination in her stride adorable and fierce. But her coordination hadn’t quite caught up with her enthusiasm. Halfway across the yard, her foot caught on the uneven grass, and in an instant, she tumbled forward.

The world seemed to pause for a fraction of a second. Then, the sharp sound of her small hands and knees hitting the ground broke the air.

Oscar was already sitting up straighter, his body tensing slightly.

Yn sat up quickly, her chubby hands pushing against the ground as she examined herself. At first, there was no sound—just wide, surprised eyes scanning over her scraped knee. A small drop of blood welled up, and suddenly, her lower lip trembled.

A soft whimper escaped her, then she was up on her feet again. But instead of running to her aunties, she turned on her heel and sprinted as fast as she could to the safety of her father.

"Daddy!" she cried, her voice thick with impending tears.

Oscar was already reaching for her by the time she reached him, carefully lifting her into his lap. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing his fingers over her curls. "Let me see, love."

Yn sniffled, still holding back her tears as she stretched her little leg out for him to examine.

Hattie and Mae had rushed over, concern written all over their faces. "Oh, bubba, are you okay?" Hattie cooed, crouching beside Oscar’s chair.

Mae reached out but paused when Yn burrowed into Oscar’s chest instead. "She’s a tough one," she said with an affectionate smile.

Oscar remained calm, his touch gentle as he inspected her knee. "It’s just a tiny scrape, love. Nothing we can’t fix," he reassured her. "You’re so brave, my little one."

Yn hiccupped, her tiny fingers gripping his shirt. "Hurts."

"I know, baby. But Daddy’s gonna make it better, okay?"

As if on cue, Edie appeared beside them, holding a small first aid kit. "Figured you’d need this."

"Perfect timing," Oscar said, shifting Yn slightly so he could access the kit. He pulled out a wipe first. "This might be a little cold, love," he warned.

Yn watched him with big, trusting eyes, her little fingers still curled into his shirt as he gently wiped the scrape. She flinched slightly but didn’t cry.

"Almost done," he murmured. "Now, how about a special band-aid? I think we have some princess ones in here."

At the mention of princesses, Yn’s sniffles paused. "Princess?"

Oscar bit back a smile. "Yeah, princess ones. Do you want pink or purple?"

"Pink," Yn decided with a determined nod.

Mae grinned, shaking her head. "That’s my girl."

Oscar peeled the backing off the pink princess band-aid and carefully placed it over her knee. "There we go. Good as new!"

Yn looked down at her knee, examining the band-aid as if it were the most important thing in the world. Slowly, a small smile tugged at her lips. "Pretty."

"The prettiest," Oscar agreed, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

Nicole had been watching the entire interaction, her heart swelling with love for her granddaughter. Deciding that a little extra comfort was needed, she disappeared into the house and returned with a large bowl of vanilla ice cream, topped with colorful sprinkles.

"Here we go, my love," she said, placing the bowl in front of Yn. "A special treat because my sweet girl was so brave today."

Yn’s eyes went wide. "Ice!" she gasped excitedly, her previous injury now completely forgotten.

Everyone chuckled as she eagerly reached for the spoon, her tiny hands gripping it with delight.

Oscar ruffled her hair. "See? You survived, and now you get ice cream. Not a bad deal, huh?"

Yn happily shoved a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and nodded enthusiastically. "Best," she declared.

Chris let out a deep laugh. "You might wanna get used to this, son. She’s already got you wrapped around her little finger."

Oscar sighed dramatically. "Yeah, I know. I’m done for."

Yn giggled at that, her little body still curled up in his lap as she enjoyed her treat.

And just like that, all was well again. The sun continued to cast its golden warmth over the yard, the air was filled with laughter.

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Authors Note: Hey loves!I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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[rue-isabelle]

Hello queen. You are my favourite writer on tumblr. I'm always so excited when I see that you updated something. Could I please request Carlos daughter being a huge Barcelona football fan instead of Real Madrid. And when the drivers all together watch a game against those two and Real wins, Carlos daughter running to Charles cause her father made her team lose

Thank you so much 💓

Real vs Barca

The paddock buzzed with its usual pre-race energy. Engineers ran last-minute checks, journalists hovered with their microphones at the ready, and fans crowded the stands, hoping for a glimpse of their favorite drivers. But amid all the racing chaos, Carlos had only one thing on his mind today: El Clásico.

It wasn’t just any match—it was Real Madrid vs. Barcelona. A day of rivalry, passion, and, most importantly, a chance for him to rub in Madrid’s superiority once and for all.

But there was one major problem.

His own daughter, Yn, was a Barcelona fan.

Carlos still didn’t understand how it happened. He had done everything right. When Yn was born, he had immediately wrapped her in a Real Madrid onesie, played Madrid anthems in the nursery, and even taught her to clap whenever he said “Hala Madrid.” For a while, it worked. She would happily wear Madrid’s white jersey, cheering along without question.

Then she turned four.

Suddenly, she had opinions. Suddenly, she loved FC Barcelona.

It had started with her favorite color—blue. Then it was the cool Barcelona crest, then the way her little heart decided Gavi was her favorite player. And now, today, in the motorhome filled with drivers who came to watch the game, she stood proudly in a tiny Barcelona jersey with Gavi’s name printed on the back.

Carlos groaned in despair.

“Mi amor, por favor, why are you doing this to me?” he sighed dramatically, kneeling to her level.

Yn giggled, her brown eyes sparkling mischievously. “Barca is the best, Papá!”

“No, mija, Madrid is the best,” Carlos corrected, fixing her jersey like he could erase the colors from existence. “We are Madridistas in this house.”

Yn shook her head firmly. “I am Barca.”

“Dios mío,” Carlos muttered, standing up as Max, Lando, Pierre, and Charles walked into the room, holding bowls of snacks and drinks.

“Are we ready for the drama?” Lando smirked, plopping onto the couch.

“The game or the father-daughter war?” Pierre teased, nodding toward Carlos, who had his arms crossed, glaring at the tiny Barcelona fan.

“The war,” Max answered, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Because if Barca wins, Carlos might actually cry.”

Carlos groaned. “She’s four! She’s supposed to listen to me.”

“She’s four,” Charles corrected, leaning against the table with a smug grin. “She does what she wants.”

Yn grinned up at her uncle Charlie and reached her little arms out. “Up!”

Carlos watched in horror as his own daughter abandoned him and climbed into Charles’ arms, snuggling against him.

“Oh, come on!” Carlos threw his hands in the air. “She’s my daughter!”

“She’s also my niece,” Charles teased, poking Yn’s side and making her giggle. “And clearly, she has taste.”

“She does not have taste!” Carlos objected. “She’s four, she doesn’t even know what taste is!”

Yn gasped dramatically. “I do know! And Barca is better.”

Max whistled lowly. “Oof, Carlos, I think she’s got you there.”

Carlos covered his face with his hands. “I cannot believe this is happening.”

As the game started, the room filled with anticipation. Carlos sat on the couch, Yn nestled beside Charles, her little legs swinging off the edge. Every time Barcelona touched the ball, she cheered loudly, clapping her hands.

Carlos groaned. His own daughter was against him.

“She’s happy,” Charles said with a chuckle, rubbing Yn’s back.

“I am not,” Carlos deadpanned.

The game was intense. Real Madrid took the lead, and Carlos cheered loudly, pumping his fists in the air. Yn pouted, crossing her arms. Then Barcelona equalized, and she jumped up, screaming excitedly, throwing her little arms around Charles.

Carlos watched in betrayal.

When Real Madrid scored again, Carlos lifted his arms victoriously.

“¡Vamos! That’s what I’m talking about!” He grinned at Yn. “See, mi amor? Madrid is better.”

Yn stuck out her tongue at him. “Not true!”

The final minutes were nerve-wracking, but when the referee blew the whistle, the score read 2-1 to Real Madrid.

Carlos jumped up, celebrating like he had won a Grand Prix.

Yn, however, looked absolutely devastated. Her little face fell, her lip wobbling, eyes glassy with tears.

“Mi niña, don’t be sad,” Carlos said quickly, kneeling in front of her. “It’s just a game, okay? You’ll win next time.”

Yn sniffled. Then, her little eyebrows furrowed, and she glared at Carlos.

“This is your fault.”

Carlos blinked. “What?”

Yn stomped her tiny foot. “You were too happy! That’s why Barca lost!”

The entire room erupted into laughter.

“No, no, no,” Carlos quickly shook his head, trying to grab her hands, but Yn turned and ran straight into Charles’ arms.

Carlos was left, kneeling on the floor, watching as his daughter buried her little face into Charles’ chest while he rubbed her back comfortingly.

“Carlos,” Lando wheezed through laughter.

Pierre wiped a tear from his eye. “Man, you shouldn't have cheered so much for Real. Look at poor Yn.”

“Not my fault!” Carlos objected, still in shock. “Why am I the bad guy?”

Yn peeked up from Charles’ shoulder and glared at her Papá. “Because you made Barca lose.”

Carlos groaned dramatically. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Max clapped him on the back. “At least Madrid won?”

Carlos sighed, defeated, watching his daughter cling to Charles. He would need a new strategy. Maybe next season, he could convince her to switch teams. Until then… he had lost this battle.

But not the war.

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Authors Note: Hey loves!I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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[rue-isabelle]

Hi can you do dad Charles to a toddler where they are on a boat spending time with family and Charles teaches her how to swim thanks

Little Swimmer

The Mediterranean sun hung high in the sky, casting shimmering reflections on the gentle waves that lapped against the side of the yacht. A light breeze rustled through the white canvas canopy, keeping the summer heat from becoming overwhelming. Laughter and chatter filled the air as Charles sat on the edge of the yacht, feet dipped into the crystal-clear water, watching his little girl with a smile.

Yn, just two years old, sat proudly on a giant pink flamingo floatie, her tiny hands gripping the sides. She was wearing a bright red swimsuit, her curly brown hair still dry for now, though Charles doubted that would last much longer.

Arthur sat cross-legged on the deck, sunglasses pushed up onto his head, watching the scene with a smirk. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he teased, arms resting on his knees. "She’s small, Charles. What if she gets scared?"

Charles turned to his younger brother with an amused huff. "She won’t. She loves the water." He then looked back at Yn, whose big green eyes were filled with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. "Right, ma petite?"

Yn hesitated, glancing down at the water. Her chubby legs kicked slightly, making the flamingo bob up and down. "Pas tomber?" she asked softly, looking at her Papa for reassurance. (" Not falling?")

Charles immediately reached out, placing a comforting hand on the floatie. "Non, mon amour. Papa est là." His voice was warm, steady. "Tu es en sécurité." ("No, my love. Papa is here. You are safe.")

Charlotte, sitting nearby with Pascale and Lorenzo, chuckled as she adjusted her sunhat. "She trusts you more than anyone, you know," she commented. "She’ll do it if you’re in the water with her."

That was exactly what Charles planned. With a final reassuring squeeze to the floatie, he slipped into the water, the coolness instantly refreshing against the heat of the sun. He looked up at Yn, who watched him closely, still a little hesitant.

"Regarde," he said softly, floating on his back for a second before righting himself. "Papa nage, c’est facile, d’accord?" ("Watch. Papa swims, it's easy, okay?")

Yn sucked in a small breath, glancing at Arthur as if to check whether he thought this was a good idea too. Arthur gave her a little thumbs-up, and that seemed to be enough.

"Okay," she mumbled, her tiny hands gripping the sides of the floatie a little tighter.

"Très bien, ma fille," Charles praised, his heart swelling with pride. He moved closer, his strong hands gently gripping the bottom of the floatie. "Je vais te descendre doucement, et tu bouges tes bras et tes jambes comme Papa, d’accord?" ("Amazing, my girl. I'm going to lower you gently, and you move your arms and legs like Daddy, OK?")

Yn gave a small nod, her lips pursed in concentration.

Very slowly, Charles lifted her under her arms and eased her into the water. She let out a little gasp at the sudden coolness against her warm skin, but Charles was there, steady and strong, his hands never leaving her. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

Arthur chuckled from the deck. "Looks like she’s not ready to let go just yet."

Charles just smiled. He wasn’t in any rush. "C’est normal," he murmured, rubbing Yn’s back. "Tu es courageuse, ma petite." ("That's normal. You are very brave, my darling")

After a few seconds, she leaned back slightly, still clutching Charles but no longer clinging desperately. He adjusted his grip, holding her under her arms again. "D’accord, essaie de bouger tes jambes comme ça," he said, demonstrating a little kick. ("OK, try moving your legs like this")

Yn watched carefully before hesitantly trying to mimic him. Her little feet splashed against the water, creating small ripples.

"Oui! Très bien, Yn!" Charles praised, beaming.

Lorenzo, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. "She’s got good coordination for a two-year-old," he noted with a smile.

Yn’s face lit up at the praise. She looked back at Charles. "Encore?" ("More?")

Charles nodded, his heart full. "Encore."

For the next few minutes, they repeated the motion. Charles held her steady, letting her find her rhythm, always keeping her close. Eventually, he slowly eased back, keeping his hands just beneath her.

"You’re swimming, ma chérie," he murmured, voice filled with awe.

Yn’s eyes widened as she realized that she was, in fact, floating on her own. "Je nage!" she squealed, looking back at Arthur excitedly. ("I'm swimming")

Arthur whistled. "You’re a natural, Yn!"

Yn giggled, but soon after, she lost her balance and slipped under the water for a second. It was barely a moment before Charles scooped her up, pressing her to his chest. "C’est bon, c’est bon," he soothed, kissing her wet curls. ("It's alright, it's alright")

Yn clung to him for a second, then peeked up at him. "Encore?" she asked.

Charles laughed, absolutely amazed at how brave she was. "Encore."

The next time, she did even better. And the time after that, even better still.

Soon, she was swimming short distances between Charles’ open arms, her tiny legs kicking furiously, her face a mix of excitement and determination. Pascale, from her spot on the deck, wiped a proud tear from her eye. "She’s incredible," she murmured to Charlotte.

Charlotte smiled. "Just like her Papa."

After nearly an hour, Yn turned to look at Arthur, who was still sitting on the deck. "Tonton, viens!" she called sweetly, reaching her little hand toward him. ("Uncle, come!")

Arthur groaned playfully. "Oh, so now you want me to get in?"

Charles smirked. "She asked nicely. You have no choice."

With a dramatic sigh, Arthur stood up, stretching before diving in with an elegant splash. Yn shrieked with laughter, clapping her little hands. Lorenzo followed soon after, and soon, the three brothers and their little princess were playing in the water, laughing and splashing.

Eventually, though, exhaustion started to take over. Charles noticed it first—Yn’s movements became sluggish, her little hands rubbing at her eyes.

"Okay, ma chérie, c’est fini pour aujourd’hui," he murmured, gathering her into his arms. ("Okay, my love, we are done for today")

Yn let out a tiny protest but didn’t fight him too much. He swam them back to the yacht, where Charlotte was waiting with a fluffy white towel.

"Tu as fait un super travail aujourd’hui," she praised, wrapping Yn up and drying her off. ("You did an amazing work today")

Yn, still sleepy, rested her head against Charles’ shoulder, her tiny hand curling into his wet curls. "Papa…" she murmured.

"Oui, ma douce?" ("Yes, my darling?")

"J’aime nager," she mumbled, her voice drowsy. ("I love swimming")

Charles smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Et j’aime toi." ("And I love you")

Her only response was a soft, happy sigh as she drifted off to sleep in his arms. Charles held her close, his heart full.

Pascale reached out, stroking Yn’s damp curls gently. "You’re a wonderful father, mon chéri."

Charles looked down at the sleeping bundle in his arms, warmth flooding through him. "She is everythingfor me," he whispered.

And as the yacht rocked gently in the evening breeze, he knew there was no place in the world he’d rather be.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

Also, French isn't my first language, I'm still learning it, so please be patient with me.

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[rue-isabelle]

My Shayla! 💕

Could I please request Lewis teaching his bby how to ice skate. He is like very lovingly and patient. ( Lewis is so girl dad coded)

Thx 😊

Ice rink

London in winter was a dream, and Lewis always loved the way the city came alive with twinkling lights and festive cheer. But this year, winter felt even more special because he was sharing it with his three-year-old daughter, Yn. She was his light, his whole heart, and from the moment she was born, Lewis knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his baby girl.

Yn had inherited so much from him—his deep brown eyes, his radiant smile, and her long, curly hair that was even more beautiful than his. She was a little bundle of sunshine, and as they spent time together during the winter break in London, she had one request that made Lewis smile.

"Daddy, can we go ice skatin'?" she asked one morning, her big eyes shining with excitement.

Lewis chuckled, ruffling her curls. "You wanna go ice skating, baby?"

Yn nodded enthusiastically, bouncing on her little feet. "Please, Daddy!"

How could he ever say no to her? "Of course, my love. We'll go when it’s nice and quiet so we have the rink almost to ourselves, okay?"

"Okay!" Yn cheered, clapping her tiny hands.

That evening, Lewis made sure to pick a time when the ice rink wasn’t too crowded. The rink was decorated beautifully with twinkling fairy lights, casting a soft golden glow over the ice. It looked like something out of a fairytale, and Yn gasped in awe when she saw it.

"Wow, Daddy! It's so pretty!" she whispered, holding onto his hand tightly.

Lewis smiled, crouching down to her level. "It is, isn’t it? And it’s gonna be even more fun once we get on the ice."

He helped her into the tiniest pair of ice skates, making sure they were snug but comfortable. Yn wobbled a little when she stood up, gripping onto his hands for balance.

"Whoa!" she giggled. "I feel funny, Daddy!"

Lewis laughed, holding onto her securely. "It’s okay, baby. I got you."

Carefully, he led her onto the ice, his strong hands holding her up as she took her first few hesitant steps. Yn clung to him, her little legs wobbling as she tried to find her balance.

"You're doin' so good, my love," Lewis praised her, his voice soft and full of encouragement.

Yn beamed up at him, still clutching his hands tightly. "You won’t let me fall, right, Daddy?"

Lewis shook his head, pressing a kiss to her curls. "Never, baby. Daddy’s got you."

He guided her slowly, keeping her between his legs as he held onto her tiny hands. With each tiny glide, Yn giggled more, gaining a little more confidence with every passing second.

"Look, Daddy! I’m skatin'!" she squealed in delight.

"You sure are, princess!" Lewis grinned. "I’m so proud of you!"

They spent the next hour like that, with Lewis patiently guiding her, his heart melting at her endless laughter. When Yn finally felt brave enough, she looked up at him with determined eyes.

"I wanna try by myself, Daddy."

Lewis smiled, his heart swelling with pride. "You sure, baby?"

Yn nodded. "Uh-huh!"

Lewis skated a little ahead, kneeling down with his arms open wide. "Okay, baby girl. Skate to Daddy."

Yn took a deep breath, her tiny tongue peeking out in concentration. Slowly, she pushed off, her little arms wobbling as she tried to keep herself upright. Lewis held his breath, watching her with pure love in his eyes.

"That’s it, baby! You’re doin’ so good!" he encouraged.

With one final push, Yn glided right into his waiting arms, squealing in delight as he scooped her up into a big hug.

"Daddy! I did it!" she cheered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Lewis laughed, spinning her around. "You did it, my love! I’m so, so proud of you!"

Yn giggled against his shoulder, clinging onto him. "I love ice skatin', Daddy!"

"And Daddy loves skating with you, baby," Lewis murmured, pressing kisses all over her tiny face, making her laugh even more.

They skated together for a few more hours until Yn started to yawn, her little body leaning against Lewis sleepily.

"Time to go home, princess," he whispered, scooping her up in his arms.

Yn hummed sleepily, nuzzling against his chest. "M’kay, Daddy."

Back at the car, Lewis wrapped his sleepy daughter in his jacket, carefully placing her in her car seat. He made sure she was snug and warm before getting into the driver’s seat.

As he drove home, he kept glancing in the rearview mirror, his heart melting at the sight of his little princess fast asleep. She looked so peaceful, her tiny curls framing her face, her soft breaths filling the car.

Lewis smiled to himself, his heart full. There was nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for his baby girl.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you!

-🩷🎀