May 17
It’s the end of one of my favorite ships.
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It’s the end of one of my favorite ships.
If Lewan leaves at the end of the season, Gavi and me are going to miss him a lot 🥺
remember when we used to be a proper nation
Another LewaVi art i did some time ago 💙💖
My favorite Coldplay song is "Magic". My Barcelona OTP is Lewavi. What a perfect timing to combine both 💙
[*If you don't like that ship it's completely fine! Keep scrolling, ignore me, close the page or block me. Please and thank you!]
[➸Credit of the photos to FC Barcelona twt & facebook acc]
woke up seeing ao3 and shocked by your new fic! idk if you're still taking prompts bcs i ran here straight from ao3 lol. if not just ignore this. saw the prompt list and i don't see anyone who has requested this one, so "i'll never hurt you", please. with Lewi/Gavi of course 👀❤️ thank you and Happy Valentine's Day!
- Lewy Anon (who has migrated to this account 😛😂 hope to talk to you again soon friend! ❤️)
You, my dear, are my final prompt, and thank you very much for your patience. I hope you like this little thing inspired by the Cupra content. 😌🍃
“Are you both ready?”
“Yes!” Gavi is practically bouncing in his seat. Ever since he learned of the Cupra test drive content they'd be filming, he'd been hoping that he'd get matched with Robert. And after driving around all day, with his friends screaming behind him to slow down, he's ready to let someone else drive.
“I am,” Robert says smoothly as he turns on the car. The professional driver in the back, Alex, buckles himself in and gives Robert the signal to begin driving.
Gavi has no interest in watching the loop of the racetrack. And why would he when he knows just how suave Robert looks while driving. Gavi can hardly keep his hands to himself when Robert drives them places. He's not immune to how Robert sings along to that old American pop music. The man exudes charisma with every parallel parking job done without looking at the fancy cameras. The cherry on top is the way Robert drives with one hand on the steering wheel. Gavi’s cheeks tint with the memory of it, and they burn when he sees those same strong hands grip the Cupra’s steering wheel.
Finally. Finally. He'll see Robert driving fast, looking so fucking hot-
“Do you want to go through the speed challenge with Fermín? He and the other driver are waiting to race.”
“No.”
Gavi whirls to Robert. “What? Why not?!”
Robert shrugs. “I'm fine with doing the loops and cones,” he explains calmly. “Is that alright?”
“Oh. I wanted to race against Fermín.”
“Didn't you race him once already?”
Gavi clams up. Yes, but I wanted to see you race him. “I did,” he says, trying to keep his disappointment at bay.
“I'm okay with going a normal speed,” Alex chuckles from the backseat. “Had plenty of excitement for today.”
Oh right. He's still here too.
And much to Gavi’s boredom, that's what they do. It's still heart pounding to see Robert driving, to watch his sharp blue eyes scan the road as they flawlessly navigate through the little obstacles. But he keeps both hands on the wheel, his focus on the road, and his speed at a respectable 70KMH. He should be proud that Robert is the only one to drive through the cones perfectly, not knocking a single one down. That Robert's smooth driving earns him Alex's approval.
He's not.
Scowling, he gets out the moment the car stops at the start of the racetrack. He feels Robert looking after him, but he rather let his dwindling fantasies die rather than be reminded of them in the form of Robert’s ever affectionate, “Are you okay, Pablo?”
Their coach bus takes them back to their training ground, where they redress in clothes and discard the Barça wear for the day. Flick is all too pleased that no one was injured and that they've arrived in one piece, a little less tense from the previous week's excursions.
Everyone except Gavi. And finally, with a deep sigh, he entertains Robert’s worry.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I always stare at you, Pablo.”
Gavi tries not to buckle at Robert’s words. It's only when they're alone does Robert ever speak so honestly, so openly. “You didn't look at me while we drove together, so why look at me now?”
“Ah, is that it?” Robert sits on the bench, tugging at Gavi’s sleeve so that he'll face him. “Should I look at you like this?”
“No,” Gavi answers, a small hurt forming in his chest. Denying Robert wounds him, but his own stubbornness has taken hold. “I wanted to drive with you. For it to be fun.”
“Was it not fun?”
“No. We didn't go fast. You took it too seriously. And you didn't drive with one hand either, which I like.”
“I didn't know you liked my driving with one hand.”
Gavi nods away his admittance. “It's just a thing.”
“I drove with one hand earlier, and the supervisor told me to keep both hands on the wheel for safety.”
Gavi snorts. “You're the best driver.” And it's unfair that everyone else saw you drive with one hand.
Robert m pulls Gavi closer. Gavi’s knees knock into Robert’s. “I'm sorry. Were you looking forward to that?”
“I was. It would've been so hot.”
Robert laughs. “Me, hot, at 36?”
“It's true.”
“How hot I am is nothing compared to your safety, Pablo. Have I ever sped with you in the car before?”
“No.”
“So why would I do it now? I wanted to drive safely. I'll never hurt you.”
Gavi pouts. “When you say that, it's hard to be mad at you.”
“Then I'll drive you to dinner. My treat.”
Gavi's eyes light up. “Okay! I'm picking!”
It's not long before they're driving, and Gavi is chatting his ear off. Music is playing, something that Robert hums to while the sun starts to set. Like they usually do. Eventually, as they drive down a long stretch of road, Robert’s right hand falls away from the steering wheel.
Gavi’s cheeks smart once more. He's so hot when he does that. He's about to say it out loud when Robert’s hand moves again
This time, his right hand lands on Gavi’s thigh. A touch, a trace, before holding it firm.
Gavi could very well disintegrate. “Lewy?” he squeaks.
“Mhm?”
“That's…”
“I could hold you like this. Since our drive earlier wasn't exciting enough,” Robert coyly adds. “Is that okay?”
Embarrassment, and more, makes Gavi flush and his skin tingle, especially where Robert grips him. “Yeah.” And it's not just his grip, but his hand. Strong, the veins prominent and the experience etched into his skin. The same hand that takes his hand and heart. The one that dwarves his own.
Then Robert's hand moves away, breaking Gavi from his trance.
“Pablo? I asked if you wanted to dine in?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. Let's go home.”
Robert chuckles before starting the car. And much to Gavi’s relief, Robert’s hand resumes its rightful place.