little drabble for my man on the podiummm!!! i’m so proud of himmm so here’s a lil gift 😛
your cheeks hurt from smiling. and the cold but that was the least of your worries.
204 podiums. he wrote history today, as he always seems to do the second that engine switches on.
the podium celebrations were perfection. you and your mother in law were ushered to the very front, watching as his car parked in front of you and his team from his side of the garage. he got weighed, tied his braids in a bun, took a sip of water and his eyes immediately connected with yours, causing the butterflies in your stomach to start fluttering all over the place. you knew that look in his eyes, giving you goosebumps.
he came over, excitedly hugging his mom and team before stopping in front of you, his large hand holding the side of your neck as he kissed your glossy lips for a moment before kissing your cheek and leaving lipgloss on it. lewis then hugged you which gave you the opportunity to kiss his cheek, leaving a much brighter lip stain in the middle of his cheek. he smiled at you cheekily and moved on, being rushed to the interviews.
during dinner with your mother in law and a few friends that were in canada, you scrolled on the socials for a bit after having half of your meal and with lewis’s hand heavy on your thigh. you chuckled at each fan’s tweet, their reactions to the very visible lipgloss mark and him basically flaunting it on camera for the world to see.
“if it wasn’t for the shower i took at the hotel, it’d absolutely still be on my cheek, love.” he smiled at you after showing him the tweets, the crinkles around his eye much deeper for you.
of course you blushed at his words, it was very easy for you to be wooed by your husband. “you’re corny as hell for that one.” you scoffed, failing to hide your smile as your cheeks burned. he squeezed your thigh in response to your words, and you just knew you were in for it when you got to the hotel.
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“why you running, baby? ain’t this what you wanted?” he spoke lowly, gripping your leg that was currently over his shoulder and you were seeing stars as you clung to the bed sheets.
you see, you decided to plan something nice for lewis for whether he did good in the race or not. the lingerie set was absolutely stunning on your skin, the black and light pink accents really made your skin stand out. your tits sat perfectly and your ass poked out that it swallowed your underwear completely. you looked fine as fuck and you knew lewis was gonna get a podium in canada.
he made sure of it tonight.
“you feel so good, baby. saved this…” he teasingly picked up the bra that he basically tore off you, discarded next to your head where your braids made a halo. “all this for me. that’s it, y/n. give it to me.” he grunted, his thrusts remaining steady despite him knowing that his orgasm could rip through any moment.
“all for you, baby. ohh…fuck…” you panted, your fingers barely playing with your nipples as you were overcome with pleasure. you wanted to give him everything you got and he definitely understood you. “shit, baby. you love the way i make you feel? hm? tell me, sweetie.” he muttered but you heard him loud and clear despite the noise of skin slapping together.
“i love it so much, lew. i love you so much. please, please…i need to-”
“i know what you need. c’mere, baby. let go for f’me.” he murmured against your calf, kissing at it while digging his hands into your hips this time. “give it to me. that’s it, mama….c’mon.” lewis praised, letting you down slowly and immediately feeling you tremble in his arms while his thrust became slightly sloppy.
you pulled him down gently by his diamond chain and your finger was hooked onto it. sloppily kissing your husband and sucking on his tongue while orgasming was one of your favourite things to do and lewis knows that. as he released his thick load into you, he slowed his movements down but he never slid out. “fuck, i love you.” he said, lips brushing against your neck as he tried to catch his breath.
“i love you too. my living legend.” you smiled, cradling his cheek as he lifted his head to look you in the eye. that nickname you just gave him made him shiver and his dick slowly hardened inside you again.
without warning, he flipped you over and adjusted your body so that you could be comfortable while straddling his hips and him filling you up, your combined juices a visible sign of love where you connected.
he grabbed a handful of your ass, causing you to grind on him to let out a moan and he knew how sensitive you were.
with a stupid grin on his face, he spoke with one arm behind his head. “show me what you got, baby.”
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this happened on a whim lmfaoooo!! one of his sexiest drives ever so this just had to be written down 😁😁 hope you guys enjoyed 😛
this is a post i never thought i’d ever make on tumblr but alas, this is what it has come to.
i’m officially quitting tumblr.
this is not because of lewis, or i found a new outlet or whatever. i am not doing well mentally and i am not contributing anything creatively and i haven’t been for the past few months. i let stupid things get to me and it constantly restricts me from creating and sharing with you guys. i knew that i’ve always wanted to share fondness with people and i am beyond grateful for the lovely people that i have met throughout this journey. you guys have pushed me through things that i never thought i could come out of.
another reason is that i absolutely hate disappointing people and trust, all i’ve done is disappoint you guys by constantly promising things and never delivering which makes the lack of confidence and lack of audience make sense. i keep putting out great ideas but i get instantly demotivated by idiotic things and sometimes, people.
i’m sitting here crying my eyes out because i don’t want to do this but for my sanity, i have to. i love you guys and the community we’ve created over the years. i still absolutely love lewis hamilton and that’ll never change. thank you for accepting me, thank you for being there for me and thank you for being you. i hope you guys are happy wherever you are in this big blue world.
i want to leave something behind before i leave and i’ll be finishing renaissance but i can’t necessarily tell you when, typical saint style lmfao. i won’t be deleting this page or anything on it, that’d be rude as hell.
remember, this isn’t a full goodbye. it’s a see you later ❤️
oh my love, i’m so sorry to hear that you’re leaving but i completely understand why. thank you for all the beautiful works you’ve posted because i know how much of yourself and how much work you put in to create such intricate stories and i’m so glad we met on here and made a connection (over a certain man)
thank you for being my sister wife and thank you for everything. take care of yourself my heart ❤️, i love you down saint
pairing: lewis hamilton x black fem oc; swazi coleman.
summary: a glimpse into swazi
settings: atlanta, georgia & new orleans, louisiana
warnings: misogyny at church, a character getting hurt, a trance, typos probably.
saint’s team radio 🐦⬛: hi my angels! i hope you enjoy this first chapter! shouldn’t have taken me this long to post it but oh well! this is deffo something new and i hope it’s received well. i’m writing this to show respect to voodoo practices and african spirituality as my culture so if you have any questions, i’m right here!
love y’all!
faceclaim: boity thulo (ig: boity)
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“And to what we owe this great day, this nation…is to the Saviour Himself, Jesus Christ. Amen, congregation, Amen!” A chuckle followed as voices from the pews bounced across the walls of the church, the stained glass windows holding songs of worship and praise with a slight ring from the sun outside.
“Today, people, I have an important duty in my life and that is to spread the gospel. Simple and easy yet…companionship is what is necessary in this world. You see, useless things such as divorce and-and-and complaints would not ever heal the relationship…”
The wood creaked a bit under the pillow, William’s posture now slightly slouched whilst his hand gripped the bible as if it were to grow legs. His knee bounced once. Twice. Then his foot tapped as the pianist pressed the one key that caused the congregation to cheer for that split second. His watch, a vintage Audamers Piguet, had been shined just that morning, knowing it would catch the attention of the bishops, as William hoped.
The handkerchief was still neatly folded inside her handbag just in case a speck of dust were to touch the time piece.
The wood creaked once more, barely drawing attention to him but her eyes darted to him, to his posture. A squeeze to her customised bible and she focused on the sermon.
“My wife, Janae and I have been together for 40 years and although, I have made my mistakes and confessed my sins, I’m a healed, happier man with J.” Another chuckle, dry as his hands holding the mic while the pastor’s sunglasses were threatening to fall off his head.
Bullshit. The noise from his office the previous week had caused Swazi to back away and be on her husband’s side. Not that she wanted to be by his side but she couldn’t tell anyone about what she heard.
“Now, what helps our marriage is that I, Pastor TJ Vince, am the one to bring in all the money. This new generation just loves making our wives work and continue on in school when really, women build our homes and lives.” Another chuckle, an awkward one at that from the women in the room.
A nudge. Another nudge on her waist and all she could do was sigh. William has been ranting on and on about taking care of her, wanting Swazi to lean on him at all times, to never spend a day working on her feet again. One evening, he came back home smelling like Chanel no.5 with a bouquet of roses and began his romances that fell flat.
“Will, stop.” Swazi spoke quietly, patting the man’s elbow from her body. Her husband shrugged her words off and refocused his attention on the pastor.
“Now, People of the Lord, it is tithing time. Ushers will be headin’ to each row and give y’all the bags…” The pastor’s voice drowned out and Swazi swung herself side to side as gently as she could, pretending as if the music was speaking to her soul but all she felt was the tightness of her throat.
Her eyes stung for the umpteenth time that week, lowering her head and hastily putting sunglasses on to avoid being seen. The entire place felt so suffocating, the smell of the oak wood of the pews, the distinct scent of the chairs and strong perfume from the family in front of her. Her chest shook a bit as she patted her knee, trying to calm herself down.
“Oh Swazi!” A shrill voice pierced through her personal bubble and in that moment, she already felt defeated. “First Lady Sheryl, hello.” The younger woman forced a smile as she faced the pastor’s wife, dressed every bit for church, including the Loubotins on her feet that were most definitely bought with tithes.
Sheryl sat herself down, the veneer smile blinding her by the flourescent lights. “It has been such a hassle to get to talk to you. Your husband had mentioned you were busy with….work, was it?” The older woman spoke, almost as if the word work pained her to utter.
“Well enough of that. I do want to say that I am so proud of William for offering to revamp the Sunday School building right outside. Lord knows it’s just what we needed.” A giggle left Sheryl’s lips. Swazi was confused but not necessarily upset at the lack of communication from her husband. “I just wasn’t aware but at least the kids will have a space to themselves.” Another forced smile, a push of her glasses.
Sheryl seemed to analyse the younger woman a bit. “Were you crying?”
“Y’know, the word of God will always bring me to tears!” A bold face lie. Your husband just asked you to give up independence.
“Oh, that’s lovely, dear! Do tell him he’s doing a stellar job and to pass by my office, I’ve got a few files for him.” Another chuckle from Sheryl, this time leaving the pew and heading herself back to her man. Swazi knew that he wasn’t by her side anymore, gliding her eyes to see him talk to someone and tolerating his spew of the morning.
With that golden opportunity rising, she rose up from her seat, heading to the car to fully bask in her tears.
However, as she stepped right beside her car, a hand wrapped around her wrist with a slight sting from her bracelets sinking into her skin. The perfume hit Swazi stronger before she could turn her head. “Yes, Sheryl? Did I forget something in the church?” The sweetness of her voice stuck out like a sore thumb but it was music to Sheryl’s ears.
“Well, I just wanted to find out if you’ll be stayin’ for the church leadership and associates meeting in 30 minutes?” The pastor’s wife asked, still not letting go of the younger’s wrist.
A head tilt and slightly furrowed eyebrows was enough of a question.
“Oh, you know! Your husband signed the both of you in for this permanent membership. Not to mention his generous donation of $1 million, on top of building that Sunday School!” Sheryl said excitedly, “He said you contributed most of it, he said something about giving up your dream home renovations. If that ain’t Jesus-”
“Sheryl.” Swazi cut the woman off, untangling her hand out of the painful grasp. “Y’know how I come from the bayou? Yeah, I do voodoo and I suggest you get the fuck outta my sight before I collapse that Sunday school again.” She flashed a grin at the older woman, her eyes widening a bit and that seemed to scare her off, running back into the church.
A sigh left her lips once again as she closed the door to her own car, Swazi’s face buried in her hands as she tried to gain control of her emotions. “Fuck, man.” She sniffled, hands now on the steering wheel. And with the shrill of her ringtone breaking the silence, she immediately answered.
“…Mama?” The word softly uttered, a recently manicured nail in her mouth.
“My angel, why are you crying? I can feel the heaviness in my chest. Tell me what’s wrong.” Her mother, Etta, spoke through the phone, the sounds of dishes coming through the quiet space of the car.
Another sniffle. “Ma, I need to divorce this man immediately. He’s just such a nut case. He wants me to stay home and give him kids then he spent my money for this…damn church.” Swazi vented with a raspy voice, trying to hold it together.
“He wants who to stay at home? You?! The astrophysicist?!” Her mother expressed
“The one and only.” The laugh that escaped Swazi was painful. “I don’t understand…I’ve done everything right. I ran from- you know what, ma? I’m coming home. I’ll settle everything with my lawyers.” The last sniffle came with a wipe of the nose.
A beat of silence passed. “Swazi, just come home. We’ll discuss the divorce and what I can do with my church, okay?” Her mom spoke, feeling her throat tightening at the thought of her daughter hurting.
“Yeah, I’ll let you know when I land. Love you.” Swazi smiled even though she knew no one could see her.
As she hung up, she lifted her head to see William standing on the side of her car, right where his foot met the front tyre. His eyes were low and his fist clenched together, the very time piece she meticulously cleaned that morning shined bright.
“If you put that fist of yours anywhere near my car, we’re going to have a serious problem, brother.” She scoffed after rolling her window and the engine running.
He huffed. “You can’t leave, Swazi. You just going to run back to that swamp like you always do when nothing goes your way. Just stay for the fuckin’ meeting then we’ll go home and talk about this, damn!” William huffed again through his teeth, pointing at her.
The smile that grew on her face was slow and her heart beat a bit slower than usual, balancing her chin on the car door interior and pressing her red bottom on the accelerator and slightly pushing the suv forward. Hearing the crunch of bones underneath her tyre was music to her ears and his screech was at the same pitch as his screams from his nightmares she induces.
“You bitch! Ah, fuck, my foot. How dare you?!” He yelled, clutching on his dress shoe.
“Tell that new girl of yours to take care of it. Now, you best return my millions before you spend it on a Birkin for her. Or what, you already stole mine? Goodbye William.” Swazi spoke, keeping that same smile on her while his yelling never stopped.
Driving away felt like freedom. The last thing to do now was to pack everything and move back home to New Orleans and take a damn sabbatical while she was at it.
“Fuck.” Her head began pounding again and her fingers tingling. The familiar sound of chanting and drums echoed through her car, even when trying to listen to her own music. “This happens every week, I keep getting surprised.” Swazi said to herself, rolling her eyes and yawning. Reaching for the glove compartment, she took out a white headwrap and wrapped it around her head when she stopped at a red light.
Peace.
She needs to get home.
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NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA
The beaded jewellery was neatly stacked on her feet and wrist along with the white headwrap that had become her staple lately. The white sage was well lit in her hand as she spoke affirmations into her new home.
“Ma, am I even doing this right? Aunt Yvette told you everything I need to do?” Swazi asked with a bit of exasperation in her tone, cold tears streaming down her face with no sadness behind them.
“Because your gift has become much stronger since accepting it on my behalf, it’s mandatory you do this once a week. Calling on your ancestors….or something like that.” Her mom blinked at her daughter, the bible held in her hands. “Not to mention you must begin workin’ with people to become high priestess.” She added on, a little pep in her stocking clad feet.
Swazi nodded, walking closer to the room she claimed as her spiritual room, the shrine of her ancestors, her work on the universe, various different candles and little trinkets sat on a large straw mat up against the wall. Shelves filled with spiritual books she has yet to read and pictures of the women before her.
Before she could say a word, her vision blurred then completely whitened. “Ma! I can’t see! I…can’t…see…” Her voice softened as she dropped to her knees in the middle of the room with her mom standing by the doorframe, watching her daughter stare into space.
It was red. It was loud and the waves crashing in the background flowed in the chatter. Sounds like an engine, okay a lotta engines. French words being thrown around or were they Italian? Fuel and Perfume was an odd scent but it was good. A figure in front of her, wherever the fuck she was standing, the energy halo around him was white but his…soul was turning dark and not the dark of evil. Of defeat. Whoever this man was looked into her eyes then looked away and somehow the number 44 sprung up….
Then she pulled out of it.
A blood curling scream left Swazi’s body, her vision returning as she feels her limbs go limp, falling flat to the floor. Her mother ran over, shaking her frantically and holding her head to bring her back to reality. After a moment, Swazi rose back to her knees crawling to the straw mat and holding the well lit blue candle in her grasp with the wax dripping all over her hand.
A voice that wasn’t hers spoke. “I need to go to him. He needs help. Now.” Swazi’s voice now hauntingly lighter floated through the room, her eyes piercing into her mother’s.
“Swazi, nana, l-let’s go to the cathedral. I can’t watch you go through this-”
“You rejected this so you are going to help your darling angel, Khanyisi.” The voice spoke again out of Swazi’s mouth with a sickening smile before turning her head back to the shrine.
Taking a deep breath, Swazi was back.
“Ma, get me out of this room, please. This is too powerful.” Her voice shaky as she placed the candle back where it was and ran out of the room barefoot with her mother following her right out.
And on the other side of the world, a man sat among his friends in a speakeasy, laughing at a stupid joke when he felt his left eye become heavy and a tug at his pinky. Brushing it off, he continued on laughing whilst feeling a shift in the air.
Something was amiss.
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saint’s notes: i’m back and better than EVERRRRRRR. i hope you enjoyed this one, babies! let me know what you think! i feel like i improved on my writing a little but im so excited for the rest of this series 🥹
tags: @mauvecherie-writes @purplelewlew @purplesectorlew @iamryanl @simplyyalika @yeea-nah @henneseyhoe @saturnville @lewisroscoelove @cocobutterqwueen @httpsserene @serpenttines @iamquiantrelle @queenshikongo3 @goodgyalgonebadd @muglermami (let me know if you guys want to be added 😛)
i’m so late but first lil willy needs to give my girl back her money, second swazi should’ve just hit him with her car but why dent her beautiful car with that man’s body and third the vision gave me goosebumps i can’t wait to my good sis meets Lewis
lewis hamilton x swazi coleman; the high priestess
summary: in which she is destined by the highest powers to help him take back what was once his.
settings: formula one races, new orleans, london, los angeles, geneva, mexico city. 2023 - 2026
warnings: cussing, outfit description, mentions of religion, church, voodoo, witchcraft and african spirituality. displays of trances (beware, they do get scary). displays of wealth. rejection of practices, angst, immense power struggle through beliefs, smut (MDNI 18+).
saint’s team radio 🦇: hello everyone! i hope you’re as excited as this as i am! i’ve been developing this one for an extremely long time and i truly hope you enjoy this one. i’ve done…a shit ton of research on the history of voodoo in new orleans amongst black folk and this is also a tribute to my belief in african spirituality along with my ancestors. this is a very special one for me, love you guys 🤍
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let me know if you’d like to be on the taglist for this one, taglist down below tho!
fc: @/boity, a south african media personality and spiritual guru in training 🤍
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meet the women of the hour, SWAZI
— swazi coleman
a 34 year old woman born and raised in johannesburg, south africa before her mother’s calling to the bayou had them moving across the world. upon arrival, swazi’s mother, Etta, denied the gift given from the highest power and turned to church as a distraction and a hiding place.
years later, swazi is married to a former church member but has a gnawing feeling in her heart and voices in the dark calling for her help. with her secretly accepting her own gift and a vision leading her to noise and confusion, she’s lead to help a man who thinks he has lost it all and is seeking refuge and understanding only to learn cruelty, horror, power and most importantly, love.
— the general vibe of this fic
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saint’s notes: hi, it’s me again :D just wanted to say, if this isn’t your cup of tea, rather exit the stage left than to leave a negative comment because this is me respecting and writing a tribute to my beliefs and welcoming all who are curious. and yes, ik this is just a fic but let’s have a lot of funnnnnn 🤍
tags: @mauvecherie-writes @lewismcqueen @purplesectorlew @iamryanl @simplyyalika @yeea-nah @henneseyhoe @saturnville @lewisroscoelove @cocobutterqwueen @httpsserene @serpenttines (i promise, i’ll add more people when my wifi’s better lol)
settings: oh nothing, just celebrating your husband’s birthday on your socials in your…..own special way.
warnings: none
saint’s team radio 🧸: just a superrrrrrr quick one before it hits midnight here 😭 happy birthday lewbear!!! part 2 coming later 🫶🏽
tags: @purplesectorlew @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @lewismcqueen (i’ll add more in a secccc)
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saint’s notes: thank you guys for tuning in to a new tradition of mine on his birthday 🥹🩷 (i worked at the speed of light with three minutes to spare!!)
pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black fem oc! nadia hamilton
settings: it’s the louis vuitton las vegas grand prix and nadia gets to hang out with lewis before the race. oh and beyonce as well!
warnings: outfit links and cussing.
saint’s team radio 💐: it’s beyonce giselle knowles-carter in the mf house 🗣️ off i had to make this two hours before the race starts 😭. it’s shot but stay with me here! 😝 also this is nothing serious 😭
tags are down below! (let me know if you wanna be added!)
as always, fc: @/unclewaffles_ on insta!
masterlist | renaissance masterlist!
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LAS VEGAS, NEVEDA
The lip liner brushed against her lips gently as she strained her eyes to stare into the compact mirror. The Ferrari purosangue moving seamlessly through the streets of Las Vegas hadn’t interrupted Nadia in her final touches before stepping into the paddock.
It was one of those races where you just had to be there. Whether the action of the cars was worth it or not plus, Nadia had to work on that lovely Sunday. Louis Vuitton has been working her hard but she wouldn’t be as far as she is in the fashion industry without the fashion house. Back in the car, the couple kept each other in company while silence enveloped them. Lewis hadn’t qualified well at all the day before and he had beaten himself up about it since it happened although, he did calm down for his wife.
“Lew, stop bouncing your leg. You’ll lose feeling in it then you’ll say your leg’s weak.” Nadia spoke, a bit muffled as she fixed her liner and her lips were slightly pursed. The faint tapping of his shoes had stopped, knowing that she was right since he’d been doing the tick for months and it always resulted in his leg feeling weak. He instead played with the ring on his pinky.
“You’re right.”
“Always.”
She smiled, snapping the compact mirror with satisfaction. Placing everything in her bag, she moved her hand closer to his and his heart warmed when their skin made contact, a sense of calm washing over him. “I’ll be okay today.” He finally said, softly as he always did when he spoke to her.
“You will. It might not be exactly what we hoped for but at least, you’ll be stepping out of that car alive and well.” Nadia nodded to her, eventually looking down at her outfit. She was part of the LVMH collaboration with Formula One, having attended meetings with big leagues and contributing to history so of course, work could never escape her today.
“I should ask the girls where we can meet up because you know how busy it gets. Oh! Do you have any hot laps today?” She blinked at the man who was fighting for a smile to not appear. He had planned this surprise for months, knowing how much she’ll be happy and distract herself from the sport because in all honesty, she get stressed like she drives the car.
He cleared his throat a bit and nodded. “Yeah, of course. It’s Vegas so I’ll be a bit busy. You can be with Ella for now, since we’ll be the first ones to arrive.” Lewis decided to put the corner of his phone case in between his teeth and Nadia moved his hand with quickness and her eyebrows furrowed.
“Now who are you taking on hot laps and why is it not your gorgeous, intelligent, talented wife? Oh my god, it’s Miles, isn’t it? That greedy bitch.” She spoke with her head slightly tilted then dramatically slumping her shoulders.
With a laugh, Lewis shook his head. “I’ll request that for Qatar, don’t worry, baby. But it’s some real special guests.” He grinned, knowing that was enough information.
“Special gue- Lewis, what are you hiding? What’s going on?” With her eyebrows still furrowed, she squinted her eyes at the man.
Said man was close to breaking a sweat until he realised they were right by the entrance.
“Oh, would you look at what God…the universe..all the deities did? We’re at the entrance! Uh, love you, baby. See you inside!” Lewis rambled out, quickly pecking Nadia’s lips, her cheek then hopped out the car. It all happened within a matter of seconds.
She watched through the windshield as security immediately circled around him as he quickly entered and Nadia’s security guards were still waiting outside the car for her.
With a little hmph, her shoes touched the ground as she was helped out the car. While fixing her hair and putting the handle of her bag on the inside of her elbow, she spoke. “Jason, why’d your boss rush inside like that? And don’t lie to me now.” Nadia asked one of her guards who just shrugged and continued to do his job.
Feeling a buzz on her phone, she looked at the screen in confusion.
pookie bear :)
when you get in, head straight to the track. love you!
“The fuck?”
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“Holy fucking shit.” She whispered, squeezing her fingers into Lewis’ covered arms as they stood by the car for the hot laps. Nadia watched as her idol walked past everyone with a graceful smile, accompanied by her husband. Beyonce was just a few metres away from her and was wearing her design. The custom design she didn’t know was approved.
“Nadia! Hey, I’m so glad to see a familiar face right now, how you been?” The older woman approached Nadia, her arms open for a hug and of course, she was not about to miss this. “Bey…hi. Oh my goodness, Lewis didn’t even mention you’d be here. What….are you doing here?” Nadia spoke then blinked when she realised that Beyonce was outside of her house.
Bey giggled and looked at Lewis proudly. “Well, your man planned everything. I wouldn’t miss this or seeing you for the world, you know that.” She said, squeezing her shoulder before moving to greet Lewis. Politely, she greeted Jay then saw Travis and almost went insane when she saw her friend but she had to keep it calm.
“Damn, the whole family’s here. We just missing the little ones.” Nadia joked, getting laughs from all over and she barely noticed the cameras surrounding them as she quickly went back to Lewis’ side and he held her, instantly feeling calm.
“It’s loud here, how do you do it damn near every weekend?” Beyonce spoke and the conversation was flowing from there on. Lewis took everyone on a quick hot lap but of course, Nadia declined one just to hang with Bey more.
When the couple headed to the Ferrari garage and Bey and Jay headed to the F1 hospitality suite, Nadia could not stop squeezing Lewis’ hand and jumping on her heels. “You sneaky little shit. How could you hide this from me?” She cackled as they entered his driver’s room.
“Don’t ask. When I offered, all Bey said was that she was excited to see you.” Lewis shrugged, taking in at how happy Nadia looked, his favourite look on her.
“What?”
“You wanna go back and hang with her, don’t you?”
“Oh my goodness, how’d you know?” She playfully covered her mouth, hiding her bright smile. “I promise, I’ll be back soon. Swear on my croissants.” Nadia held up her crossed fingers, giving him a wink.
He giggled. “Yeah, yeah whatever. Be safe, I love you.” Lewis said softly, helping her up from her seat.
“I love you. And I’ll be a tyrant no matter where you finish in the race.” She exaggerated her wink, heading out the door.
Lewis simply shook his head, placing his hand over his rib where her name lay there in her handwriting. He patted it four times before continuing on with his busy day.
The things he’d do for his wife, man.
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saint’s notes: yes I had to write a quick thing about this and yes I write it in 36 minutes 😭😭😭😭 the two biggest inspirations in my life met up once again and I can never be normal about this. It’s also fitting that nadia’s fit is white then alex’s is black today lol
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