#george/alex

[mercurial-vroom]

Listless Playthings of Enormous Forces

(🧟 A Galex zombie apocalypse fic, written for the spookily fabulous @motorsport-halloween fest 🎃)

Listless Playthings of Enormous Forces (Part 1/2)

Pairing: George Russell/Alex Albon

Current Word Count: 15k (completed fic will come out to ~25k)

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content; gore/violence; alcohol; internalized homophobia

Summary: 

“I’ve waited six years for that to happen again,” Alex says, tucking himself closer into George’s side. “Didn’t realize all it would take was the end of the fucking world.” *** When you’re a professional racing driver, death is always a possibility. At the same time as you’re learning what it feels like when the brake balance of the car is off or how to effectively manage your tires in cold conditions, you also learn the more unspoken lesson of how to look death in the eye week after week and not fear it – or at least, how to press that fear down deep enough to be undetectable, unable to deter your confidence as you round the outside of a sharp corner at breakneck speed.  That mindset, however, never accounted for the possibility of the dead coming to life again with a fierce and seemingly indefatigable vengeance against the living.

[ginnydear]

if you are still taking prompts: domestic fluff for galex - cuddling

hiii, i am always taking prompts and thank you for this one!

Alex is half asleep when he feels fingers in his hair, gentle against his scalp. He groans and tilts his head back slightly, the cold pack on his head sliding down onto the couch. When he cracks one eye open, George is smiling at him as softly as his fingers are moving.

"I'm all done," he whispers, grabbing the cold pack with his other hand. "Come on, lets get you to bed."

Alex nods slowly at that, the thought of their completely dark bedroom and soft pillows calling to him. He'd be there already if he wasn't hopelessly clingy while dealing with a migraine.

George walks the cold pack into the kitchen as Alex stands from the couch, his joints cracking as he does. He hears George chuckle under his breath but he doesn't say anything as he turns off the light and walks over to Alex. With a kiss to the side of his head, George wraps his arm around Alex's torso and leads them down the hall towards their bedroom.

Alex kicks off his sweats before crawling into the bed, barely thinking about brushing his teeth or washing his face. He's been in pain for over an hour and he knows the best fix right now is curling up in bed and falling asleep.

But then he feels the dip of George getting into bed beside him, the familiar warmth spreading under the blankets, and Alex thinks that maybe it's time to see if heat helps.

George hums as Alex slides over into his space, tucking his head up under George's chin and wrapping his arms around George's torso. There's a bit of shuffling and then they settle - George with his hand in Alex's hair again, Alex with his hand curled against George's chest. They're both quiet for a beat, simply breathing together, before George tilts his head slightly and kisses the top of Alex's head.

"How's the head?" he asks, voice barely a whisper.

Alex shrugs his free shoulder. "A little better," he replies. And he means that - moving to the bed and having total darkness is already alleviating some of the pain in his eyes.

"Good." George turns slightly, gathering Alex up in his arms and holding him close against his chest. Alex blames the migraine for the prickle of tears in his eyes. "Did you take your medications?"

"Yeah," Alex breathes. George hums and kisses his head again. His hand is still in Alex's hair, gently massaging the base of Alex's scalp. It's sending soothing relief up through Alex's brain and Alex can't unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to tell George not to stop. He thinks George knows anyway because he keeps going, pressing a little harder.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Alex lets out a deep breath. George squeezes his hip, sliding their legs together. He's so warm and soft and solid against Alex, a constant in his life for years now in so many ways, and all at once Alex feels a swell of fondness (of love) that, for a moment, seems to cure his migraine.

It passes, though, and the dull throb splitting his head returns.

"Keep..." Alex trails off as George finds a particularly tender spot. Alex thinks he lets out a quiet moan. "Don't let me go."

Alex swears he hears George gasp softly but he can't be sure. Regardless, George kisses his forehead three times and tightens his arms, a silent promise that Alex knows he'll keep.

[amphibiangeorgerussel]

Strike A Pose george russell/alex albon 11.3k

Strike A Pose [plain text version]

George doesn’t typically concern himself with the nitty-gritty details of Mercedes’ sponsorships, aside from the general who comes and who goes. Even if he’s got some contractually required photoshoot or instagram post, it’s shoved to the back of his mind until he’s physically doing it. If he’d been a bit more proactive, George might have heard the part about sharing the stage with someone else in a photoshoot showing off their flashy new sponsor deal with Tom Ford - which George thought was a shame, he liked the free clothes he pilfered from the Tommy Hilfiger sponsor deal, he wasn’t half as keen on Tom Ford’s line.

written for @f1wagaufest this was such fun to write so i hope y'all enjoy reading 😘

[seasidefae]

hi 🧍🏽‍♀️ do you guys have any galex fic recs for a first-time galex reader, long-time galex luvr?

[f1-disaster-bi]

Galex for the ask game?

Of course I can anon!

Who hogs the duvet:

Alex hogs the blankets but George doesn't mind cause he runs a little hot so he normally doesn't notice unless it's really cold, and Alex normally wakes up at some point and covers them both (before hogging them again)

Who texts/rings to check how their day is going:

George is normally the first to text most days, and the one to check in through out the day. Alex isn't the best texter even though he makes sure to reply to George as soon as possible, so it's rare he texts first to check in

Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts:

Alex is a little more creative when it comes to gifts. He also buys joke gifts more than George. So George normally gets a fun and silly gift and a very thoughtful one

Who gets up first in the morning:

George is first to get up. If they're together in their apartment or a hotel, George will make Alex a coffee to wake him up and they'll have a coffee together before they have to start their day

Who suggests new things in bed:

Alex suggests things more often than George, but George is normally happy to try new things even if he blushes a lot while discussing it

Who cries at movies:

Alex does, especially anything to do with animals. George does cry, but it's very rare and Alex always cuddles him when he does (and gently teases him about it later)

Who gives unprompted massages:

George does, especially after Alex complains about the car being uncomfortable so George learns how to give massages so he can help him.

Who fusses over the other when they’re sick:

Alex fusses more. George is more organised and knows what to do when Alex is sick, but George rarely gets ill so Alex always panics a little whenever George does get sick

Who gets jealous easiest:

George gets jealous more than Alex. Alex is very secure in their relationship, and he knows George is hot, so he's used to people flirting with George. George is also secure, but he gets a little jealou and possesive when ever someone makes Alex laugh because that's his job thank you very much

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music:

Both of them think the other's music taste is embarassing and tease each other about certain artists or songs that they find the other listening to, but really they listen to a lot of the same stuff.

Who collects something unusual:

The two of them collect things. George likes to collect coins from different currancies to show the places that he has been. Alex likes to collection little animal figurines

Who takes the longest to get ready:

George takes the longest to get ready. Alex is normally pretty laid back and chill about his outfits and hair, whereas George tries to style his hair and takes time considering his outfits.

Who is the most tidy and organised:

George is very tidy and organised, but Alex gets him to lighten up a bit when they move in together.

Who gets most excited about the holidays:

Alex goes all out for the holidays, especialy Christmas. He gets them matching socks, pajama's and awful matching Christmas jumpers that he makes them wear. He loves Christmas, loves cheest Christmas, and George grows to love it too

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

They don't really spoon. They tend to sprawl over each other with George normally pressing Alex into the bed. When they do spoon, they take turns and it's normally after a bad result

Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports:

Both of them are competitive but George is bad at most sports besides racing, but that does not stop him from giving it his all and bickering over the results with Alex.

Who starts the most arguments:

George starts debates and they turn into bickering. Mainly because if it's a debate about something silly like which soap smells better, Alex will disagree with everything to make George get flustered

Who suggests that they buy a pet:

Alex does because let's face it, he loves animals and misses hanging out with his familys little zoo. He first suggests it to George just as a "we should get a pet in a few years", but then he see Charles with Leo, and he starts dropping hints.

What couple traditions they have:

One of their oldest traditions is giving each other the silliest nicknames possible. They also try to keep a regular date night, even when they're apart and they will do virtual dates. They make sure to send goodnight and good morning texts every day

What tv shows they watch together:

They watch a lot of documentaries together. A lot of nature ones, and some history when George is in a mood. They watch a lot of comedy shows, and some more serious dramas. Their guilty watch is Cornation Street.

What other couple they hang out with:

They spend some time with George and Alex's siblings and their partners. They also spend time Lando and Charles, Max and Daniel, Logan and his partner

How they spend time together as a couple:

They go cycling together (even though Alex still jokes about his broken collarbone). They play padel together even though George sucks. George likes to watch Alex cook, and Alex likes to watch George bake (a new hobby for George). They watch movies together, they swap books so they can talk about them. Mostly they just chill together between races.

Who made the first move:

Both of them because they ended up kissing while drunk one night, and the next day they both just decided that they were dating now.

Who brings flowers home:

George does because he's a romantic. He even knows what each flower means and Alex has to buy a little book about flower language after George spills the beans while wine drunk one night, so Alex can understand what George is saying to him with his flowers.

Who is the best cook:

Alex is the better cook out of the two even though both of them can cook. George also loves when Alex cooks and looks forward to watching him in the kitchen in the apron Lando bought Alex as a joke one Christmas.

[rosyjuly]

The tavern is loud, humid, crowded – it smells like burnt oil and spilled beer and like men who have been on the sea for months. 

George was lucky enough to get a seat where he can lean against the wall and watch Lando attempt another bluff that not even Carlos buys. The whole night, Max has been steadily winning, even though he keeps his eyes more on Daniel than on his own deck. George finishes his drink and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s covered in a thin, damp layer of sweat, due to the crowded humidity of the tavern and the pent-up emotions coiling tightly in his stomach.

Alex has left already. He stood up on wobbly legs and said something about finding himself some company with a smirk and then sauntered into the chaos of the tavern. 

That must have been around an hour ago. Long enough that George should be able to slip away without the lads saying something. He pushes away his jug and keeps his face carefully blank, but before he can take more than a few steps, he hears, “Oi, Russell, where you going?”

“Gotta piss,” George says without thinking. “Why, you wanna hold it for me, Daniel?”

Daniel gives a honking laugh and a wink. “I’ll let you off this time, mate,” he says and then he’s turning back to the table to peer at their cards. 

George doesn’t wait for anyone else to offer some stupid comment. He makes for the stairs, forcing himself to take one at a time, even though his palms are clammy with excitement. 

It should be the third room on the right. George checks if there’s anyone else coming up the stairs behind him who would question why he’s trying to listen for any obvious noises of fucking – sometimes the room is already occupied and then it’s less easy to find out where he has to go. But he doesn’t hear anything this time. He raps his knuckles softly against the door twice, waits for a moment, then gives two short knocks again. He hears the key turn in the lock, and finally Alex is grinning at him through the gap. 

“Took you long enough,” Alex tells him as he steps aside to let George in. 

“I offered that you could stay instead,” George starts to say, even though the waiting eats at him, no matter if he’s pacing in the room or forcing himself to act normally at the long table, but then Alex backs him up against the door and words evade him propmptly. Alex turns the key again, his forearm brushing warmly against George’s. 

Just a few days ago, George couldn’t sleep, his stomach in knots and his eyes too dry. They all knew that the port had to be close with how the portions were weaning, the crew restless enough that nobody paid too much attention to George’s fidgeting. Alex had the shift on the helm, the night warm and clear around him, painting his hair blue in the moonshine. Alex boxed him in against the mast just like this, but George stiffened. He couldn’t quite bring himself to turn his head away, but he let it thud against the hard, smooth wood, looking up at Alex through his lashes. Alex was studying him like he was some map that could lead to treasure; eyes dancing on George’s face, his neck. But he didn’t push. 

“It’s just– anyone could see,” George said quietly, nodding in the direction of the deck. 

Alex snorted. “Oh trust me, the captain is otherwise occupied,” he said, but then he stepped away. George wished he had been relieved.

He watched Alex curl his fingers around one of the handles. James was keen on giving him the night shift because Alex would only wake him if there was a real storm brewing. Alex was pleased enough about it, because then he could sleep during the day and dodge the usual chores. On those days, they were barely awake at the same time. 

“Checo snoring too loudly?”

George shrugged and gave a weak chuckle. He didn’t even notice, to be honest, too focused on the promise of the port. 

Now, there is no distraction, nobody that could catch them red handed. He surges forward and kisses Alex with a weeks old hunger. Alex cups his face with warm hands as he pushes George back until his shoulders hit the door. It’s always like this, the first time after a while: overwhelming in its franticness, like a dark, hard storm hitting unexpected as you try to secure the helm, giant waves crashing down while the wind howls in your ear, and there’s only a single rope between you and the sea surrounding you hungrily. Pinned between Alex and the door, it’s easy to think of him as that lifeline, what gets George through the monotony at sea, but also what he thinks of when he gets home, to the three story floor building that his father has built. 

Alex presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth and takes his hand, pulls him to the bed. They have done this enough times that they both tug off clothes without much preamble, eyes barely leaving the other. George should be used to it by now, but Alex’s golden skin glinting in the low light of candles makes his heart lurch, his stomach tightening all the same. When Alex reaches for him, George takes a hold of his elbow and then lets himself fall on the bed and drags Alex down with him. They land in a heap, elbows and knees knocking against each other painfully. 

“Mate,” Alex says, but he’s laughing, albeit a little breathlessly. Good. It shouldn’t be only George with the breath knocked out of him at just the sight of the other, let alone his touch. 

“Sorry,” he says, canting his hips forward in an apology. Alex hums and rolls on top of him, his dick a hot, hard line against George’s. It’s grounding to be trapped under Alex like this, cornered between his strong arms. He juts his chin out in a request for a kiss, and Alex complies: first on the mouth, then on the peak of his chin. Then it’s not a lot of kissing, just the two of them rutting against each other, Alex driving down with purposeful thrusts. It should be too dry, but they’re pressed so close that perspiration is slicking them up just right, and soon grunts and moans are falling from George’s mouth while Alex tells him, yeah, and yes, and George, fuck. George is so pent up that it takes merely minutes until he’s spilling between the two of them messily, and he imagines painting Alex’s cock white with his come, making the slide against his body smooth and wet for Alex, for his pleasure. 

Afterwards, they lie together damp and sticky with sweat, even after has cleaned them up with some rag. Summer is fast approaching; the room is warm, humid, the air thick like the good kind of butter they rarely get to have. The blood in George’s veins has quieted down, but with Alex pressed so close, it’s only a matter of time before he’ll be giving into desire again.

[drpepperjunior]

Two besties stuck together like two peas in a pod🫛

Thinking about making these a keyring for myself🥰

[watercolor-hearts]

As someone who lives and breathes hurt/comfort, I couldn't help but write a little something after seeing this video of Alex and George discussing Alex's injury. So yeah, nurse Russell is on the case.

Alex/George • 1036 words • hurt/comfort • first-aid • (a little bit of) angst • fluff • cuddles • they might be in love. might. • Ao3 link

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Alex had just sat down a minute ago but now there was someone outside his hotel room banging on the door.

“What the hell?!,” Alex muttered under his breath as he stood up to open the door. He just wanted to rest until tomorrow morning; he wasn't in the mood for long chit-chats or parties.

“This is not normal!” George said, furiously, marching into Alex's hotel room with something in his hand Alex couldn't quite recognize at first glance.

“What's not normal?” Alex asked after closing the door.

“That your back was bleeding,” George said, opening the thing Alex hadn't recognized first but now knew what it was and his eyes went wide.

“Why did you bring a first-aid kit?”

“Because your back was bleeding, Alex,” George said without looking at Alex because he was busy packing out some things from the kit, “And it wasn't the first time.”

“God, George,” Alex laughed, “you're overreacting.”

“I'm not!”

“Georgie,” Alex sat on the bed in front of George, softly placing his hand on the driver's chin to lift his head to be able to look into his beautiful blue eyes which were now filled with worry alongside a little bit of anger, “I'm okay. It's not the first time, yeah, but it always heals for the next race. Patrick had already seen it and said I'll survive so no need to worry. Okay?

“Just—just let me—,” George gestured towards the disinfectant and the gauze pads lying on the bed, making it a holy trinity with the graze dressing next to them, “—please.”

“If that's what you want, nurse Russell,” Alex smiled, caressing George's cheek with his thumb, “then, please, patch me up. What do I need to do?” Alex asked, even though he knew what to do but wanted to let George do it how he wants to. If George wants to be his nurse, he can be, there's no problem with it. Alex has always liked comfort and care, especially from George. And George has always liked to provide it, especially to Alex.

“Okay, so, take off your T-shirt and then turn around or lie down on the bed, whichever is more comfortable for you.”

Alex nodded and took off his T-shirt.

“I'm going to lie down I think,” he said, looking at George, who nodded in encouragement.

“Please.”

And then when Alex made himself comfortable, George put a bit of a disinfectant on one of the gauze pads and moved a bit closer to Alex.

“Now I'm going to clean the wound with a bit of a disinfectant. I'll try to be as gentle as I can but I apologize in advance if it hurts,” he said, putting his free hand on Alex's shoulder to be able to take a closer look at the graze and its surroundings. It made him angry to see it because it wasn't normal to get an injury like this. Especially not every race weekend. Williams needed to do something. They can't make their driver injured and then expect the best performance from him.

“Don't worry, Georgie,” Alex said, smiling, “just go ahead and do it. I won't cry.”

“I know,” George smiled, too. “Okay, I'm going to do it now,” he warned and then carefully cleaned the graze and then the skin around it too. Alex didn't say anything, he didn't even flinch, just kept breathing steadily.

“Now I'm gonna put on the graze dressing, it should make it heal faster and not dry out,” George explained as he opened it and then carefully put it over the graze, softly patting the edges to stick. “One more thing and we're done,” he said and then leaned over Alex's back, placing a soft kiss next to the graze dressing. “This one is for the quick healing. Just to make sure. Your battle scar is now all patched up.”

“Special care from my personal nurse as I see.”

“Someone has to care about you. And they clearly don't. They just let their warrior to be in pain every race weekend,” George said with an angry and disappointed tone, packing everything back into the first-aid kit and then putting it on the bedside table. Alex turned around to lie on his side and face George.

“They care about me. It's because of my height. They can't really do anything about it,” Alex explained, reaching out to caress George's face and hair as the driver was lying next to him.

“If they cared, they would've found a solution. Changing your seat or putting some padding into your fireproof, or even just putting some plaster on to protect your skin.”

“Yeah,” Alex nodded, “maybe you're right.”

“I'm gonna go and talk to them tomorrow. They can't let this happen every time. It's not good for you, for your skin. It's not easy to bring good results when your seat rips your skin.”

“I'm gonna be okay, you've just made sure by cleaning it and putting a graze dressing on it. You can now let it go because we should sleep.”

“I just don't want you to be in pain,” George murmured, moving closer to Alex to cuddle him.

“I'm not in pain anymore. You're a good nurse, Georgie. It could be a good second carrier for you after retirement” Alex smiled, changing their position a bit so now he was the one cuddling George. George needed it more, it was clear. Alex held him close to his body, his naked torso radiating warmth towards George's face. It was nice for him to feel Alex this close. Alex was gonna be okay. It's just a small injury, George kept reminding himself.

“Maybe as your personal nurse, if you keep getting injuries.”

“Maybe I'll keep getting them so you can nurse me back to health every time,” Alex said, with a soft smile, kissing George's soft and a bit messy hair.

“You like it, yeah?”

“I always like it when you're here with me,” Alex confessed, fearing George could feel his heart racing in his chest because he was only a few millimeters from it. “I like you.”

“Maybe I like you too,” George murmured, looking at Alex for a moment before putting a soft kiss on his lips and then burying his face into Alex's chest, feeling the pounding of his heart on his cheek.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Thought/idea - George/Alex/Daniel.

George talks to Alex about how wonderful Daniel is (because the boy literally can't keep his hands off him, seriously). Alex gets to know Daniel and they end up as one big happy family.

Ooo, I will admit this isn't a pairing I've ever consider but it is an interesting one!

George not really being with Alex. They're friends with benefits. They might be a little more but neither of them will take that leap, so the first time George starts talking about Daniel, Alex scares himself with how jealous he gets.

Alex knows they're not together together, but hearing about Daniel flirting with George and asking him out has Alex a little on edge but he has no right to stop George being happy so he supports him.

It hurts a little, but George looks so happy with Daniel's attention and Alex would give his life for George.

It's only when he starts getting closer to Daniel through George that Alex sees what George sess. Daniel is sweet and funny. He's protective in a way that doesn't make you feel weak or incompetent. He's funny and charming and Alex feels horrible about the fact that he's crashing all these dates and that he's developing feelings for George and George's new boyfriend......

Until Daniel asks to kiss him in front of George and Alex nearly chokes on his where because "what?" and gets a "well, we've been dating a while and I really want to kiss you, so does Georgie" and Alex short circuits because "these....these were dates???"

George just starts heaving with laughter because "I told you Alex was too oblivious to pick up that we were dating him" and then he's holding Alex's hand and telling him everything until Alex blurts out that he likes them too

[rosyjuly]

people who judge together stay together or whatever the kids say nowadays

[singsweetmelodies]

are we just going to not talk about alex's birthday post for george?! because i think we should talk about it. i think we should talk about it a lot:

[drpepperjunior]

Three boys waiting for X-mas🦌🎄🧑‍🎄

(Galex and their adopted child Logan lol)

[clayd]

guys i draw GA!galex

anyways love this scene

this is actually galex going back to mers house on a end of their shift, Alex got a longer shift and George stayed on the hospital while it ended and theyre going back cause next day it's off day and theyre staying sleeping for one day or more accurate it's maybe 8-9 hours and then back to the hospital and the fight for stuff as always and like canon

pardon the ligthlinght and the perspective and the angles and the different of lines and the proportions

i got guilty for judging an art of cherik cause erik didnt look like it but man if i donr put the names i wouldnt even reconazige them

[gokartkid]

vampire au, ur choice in pairing<3

making it galex!

george is like, a real proper vampire. going to the monthly meetings, signed up to the local blood donation facilities, and a sire family that goes back into the centuries kind of proper vampire. he's young in vampire terms (like, a century) compared to lewis for instance or toto who goes WAY back (he hasn't said specifically but they all think original romanian transylvania. that would explain why he cant get rid of the accent)

alex is new. like, last week new. he was turned accidentally, george thinks, at least from what he told him over a pint. he'd been making out with this guy at a club, very normal (he stresses this) when they went into an alleyway outside (alex says this very normally and calmly, like this is something he does all the time. George is not homophobic, but he is just a bit of a prude still and he also tries to be normal. fails!) and then what was a harmless bit of necking turned into alex getting his blood sucked out of him. in his haze, he does remember hearing the other guy panicking, then being forced to drink something that was gross and delicious all at the same time. then, the next day, he got picked up by the magic part of the police dept. because the guys at the pub didn't really like having a half dead body on the ground outside.

they try and figure out who turned him, but can't work it out beyond alex's grand sire DEFINITELY being red bull affiliated. (the vampires have like. idk. family clan loyalties) but the mercedes lot are who he gets referred to first just because red bull can be a bit. tougher to work with, and Toto's got a finger in every pie. while they're doing this, alex is like dragging george kicking and screaming into the 21st century.

"you're not joking around with me right now." alex is looking at him, eyebrows raised. His glass is raised halfway to his mouth. the condensation from the beer is leaking onto his hand and pooling around his fingers. "what? no why?" george genuinely looks baffled, as if he hasn't just said the most insane sentence alex has ever heard. "you're saying-" alex puts down the glass, his hands on the table. he needs to stress every word, "-you're actually saying that you had a chat with anne boleyn before she had her head cut off and offered to make her a vampire." "well," george looks a bit embarassed now. he starts adjusting his cufflinks, probably to try and look cool and collected and aloof. alex has seen him do it about 50 times every time they've met up now though, so it has lost its original charm. "-i mean, yes, i was there, and i thought she might like a bit of help. it was rather a sticky situation you know, a lot of emotions running high." "and she said no?" he can't imagine george, posh george in the armani sweater, wearing ray bans sunglasses who's practically addicted to having a cuppa of tea in the morning as living in the middle ages. "it wasn't really her thing mate," george shrugs, "bit torn up still about the whole thing if im honest. always thought henry the 8th was naff after that."

alex is flatting with charles also, who is in my mind a cursebreaker sorry @tetrapod7 stealing ur scholarship.... blatant theft, anyway he comes back after Vampire Orientation (this is like a week of being at totos creepy mansion that he does vampire business in and basically being taught how to be normal and signing a bunch of forms declaring himself to the govt) and charles is all, alexander I thought you were dead, like really, dead, and you come back looking fine?! except he takes a closer look and then is like ahh. i was not far off mate, you are looking good but you are definitely dead. and alex is like yeah they had to teach me all the vampire skills. and charles is like well are you good at being a vampire now? and alex is like "um, well, probably going to have to get better really fast but I definitely won't kill people. By the way, do you think its semi-incestuous if you fuck another vampire who you're maybe like, sharing a grand-sire with. i don't really understand if its capital F family that they were going on about, or just like." waves his hands "metaphorical brothers in arms." (at this point he doesn't know who his grand sire is. so theres a conflict. BUT IT IS NOT. INCESTUOUS. but its funny!?)

bonus: the first time they have sex alex like tries to go down on george but he doesnt realise he's hungry (my lore ur teeth are like. retractable. he doesn't realise they come out spiky when ur a bit peckish) and george yelps and is like "teeth! teeth teeth teeth." and alex is like ooh fuck whoops sorry. and they have a snack break

[f1-disaster-bi]

Yes, it fits so well that its george and Lando!! (And ofc angsty atuff for our gremlin ;)

It does! And ofc we have to go angsty because it's what the gremlin demands and I couldn't help but do this:

Lando's hand is shaking in Sebastian's. The older man squeezing gently and offering a smile to the younger.

"What if he doesn't want me here?", Lando asks, voice barely above a whisper as he stares at the door before them.

"Baby boy, he text me and said "bring the idiot to me before he convinces himself he killed me"", Lewis reassured, kissing Lando's curls before knocking on the door.

Alex opened the door, grinning as he took in the sight of them.

"Bout time you got here. He won't stop pestering me about you", Alex laughed, pulling Lando into a hug before offering a hand shake to Lewis and Seb.

Lando was still nervously shaking. His hands knotting in the material of Lewis's hoodie as he walked into the living room after kicking off he shoes. His eyes landing on George and freezing the moment George looks up tiredly and spots him.

Before Lando can even say anything, George is lifting a corner of the blanket dropped across his lap and holding his arms out.

"Come here you git", George sighs fondly, wrapping Lando in his arms when Lando slots into his side, "I'm okay, see?"

Lewis and Sebastian watch with Alex as Lando doesn't say anything and just curls into his friend. The two of them lost in their own little world.

[rosyjuly]

Re: your recent frivolities, I’m chewing on non-driver galex on a little drunk friend party weekend in the mountains warm from drinking almost too much, fumbling around in the starry dark trying not to get caught for some inscrutable reason idk i just think it’s COMPELLING and would like your scholarly opinion!!!

The longhouse in Devon has been George’s idea; something he could plan sprawled on the couch after a long day, something to hold onto when he got yet another pls fix email for the contract he drafted, now annotated with question marks and no-s. It was a small miracle that they even found a time that worked for all of them, even if it was a bit awkward timing, the first weekend of December that Lando and Alex both marked with if need be in the Doodle, something about marketing being overwhelmed with the Christmas fuckery, or whatever Lando was trying to say in the dozen texts he sent into the groupchat. 

‘You can really tell he’s doing the socials, always on his phone’, Alex texted him in private, followed by a screenshot of trading his Sunday shift with one of his buddies. 

It’s been a few years since they last managed to get the whole gang together for a getaway. The last time, George was doing his CPQ, begging off in the early afternoons to cram for his exams, locking the door to their room with Alex and ignoring the ruckus outside. He picked Alex up at the vet clinic, let him sleep off the overnight shift on the drive there, the roads first slow in the London traffic, then clearing up as they finally left the city. 

It’s easy to tell the lads that he’s missed them after everyone is loose-limbed with mulled wine, especially with Alex’s hand big and familiar on his waist, warmth seeping through his t-shirt. When Alex’s thumb begins to stroke the line of his ribcage, slow and soft, George takes a look at him; but Alex is listening to Charles intently, nodding along the story that George has lost track of five minutes and two sub-stories ago. 

So George can be normal. He knocks back a shot with Daniel and then carefully puts the glass down on the counter; just behind Alex so he can press his arm along the strong line of his back. Alex leans back, his other hand coming to rest on George’s waist as well, and he can feel himself flush as he tries to imagine how it must look, Alex’s clever hands framing his torso like that, the hands that can soothe a wounded animal or hold down a desperate creature all the same. 

“Cold?” Alex asks, as quiet as he can manage over the music, when a shiver rakes through George’s body at the thought. George risks another glance; this time, Alex is looking at him, lashes fanning his dark eyes, like he’s considering his hands on George, too, and some long-buried hope flickers alive again in him. 

“Not at all, mate,” George tells him. He drags the vape out of his pocket and shows it to Alex – the bar is a pretty, deep purple, one of the less ridiculous ones Pierre has brought. “Wanna go out for a smoke?” 

“God, I wish it was a smoke instead of that kid flavoured abomination,” Alex sighs, but his hands tighten on George’s waist quite agreeable. They fetch their coat in silence, stepping outside without much fanfare. When George inclines his head, Alex raises a half-mocking eyebrow, but follows him behind the corner all the same, crowding into his space when George leans against the wall. 

“If you knew just half the shit these can cause, you’d be a lot less eager,” Alex says, nodding at the vape. George doesn’t give a shit about the vape; has taken it in hopes for exactly this, Alex lecturing him a little, his attention finally on George and only George. 

“You know I can be plenty eager,” he tells Alex, and the second Alex’s eyes go dark and wanton, he feels drunker than the whole night. 

“I do know that,” Alex says, now pressing impossibly closer, strong and warm and perfect all over. “You wanna remind me?” 

“Always,” George says, and then he barely notices when he drops the stupid vape, too busy rediscovering how Alex tastes and how his now thicker thigh still fits so nicely between his legs, firm and tantalizing.