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ssentimentals · 1 month ago

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f1 pairings as famous love tropes: george russell x lewis hamilton

fated mates (ABO!AU)

'sun and moon, all of the gods above - they made you for me'

note: event described here is a hunt - annual festival to find a mate. it takes a cruel turn here (where mates can be taken without consent), but nothing of this sort happens between george/lewis. just fyi. (+ also i'm not an abo expert, so excuse any mistakes)

george really wishes he'd taken alex's advice on cardio training in the months leading up to the hunt. all omegas were up and running at an early sunrise, while george was busy collecting plants and flowers for medical and tea purposes. in his defense, he is set to be pack's next healer and george doesn't take this role lightly (he dreamt of it since he was a little pup, staying close to his mom while she helped everyone). his knowledge of plants and different ointments definitely expanded within these months, but his speed remained the same, while all other omegas managed to get faster, which only gave them more chances of escaping unwilling matches with alphas they didn't like. which brings george to his current predicament - hunt starts tomorrow. and george? george is vastly unprepared.

'you can hide,' alex suggests, helping him chop up vegetables for the soup. 'it's not against the rules. you know this forest better than anyone.'

george nods. in reality, this is his best chance at getting through the hunt without a mating mark on his neck and that is his main goal. 'how's logan?' george asks, changing the subject and smiling at the way alex instantly gets shy. 'you two discussed everything?'

alex nods, practically radiating happiness. 'we both don't want to prolong this, so i'll just wait for him at the start. won't run, you know? hunt will start and we'll just run to each other. think it's the best.'

george wishes he had this too. wishes he had someone who'd make him excited for the hunt instead of dreading it. wishes there was someone for him out there, who'd love him, who'd understand his love for his healer work and who'd love this about him as well. someone with a gentle but firm presence, kind eyes, soothing voice. someone with broad frame, blinding smile, caring heart. someone with dark skin that's covered in tattoos, someone who is a leader-

'i heard rumors of lewis joining the hunt tomorrow,' alex drops nonchalantly.

'is he?' george asks, trying to keep his tone casual. 'interesting.'

'very,' alex stops cutting and carefully takes both of george's wrist in his hands, making taller omega stop and turn to him. 'georgie. go talk to him.'

acting dumb has never been his forte, but george still tries. 'why?'

alex sighs and there's pity swimming in his eyes, which makes george cringe. god, he doesn't want pity. 'because you're in love with him, george. and because i think that he's in love with you, too. or at the very least he likes you.'

george closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. 'that's cruel, alexander.'

'no, not when it's true. i really think that he-'

'- is a good, caring leader of this pack, who is nice to everyone.' george interrupts hastily, trying to will his tears back. he can't cry now, it's his turn to feed little pups today, he doesn't have time to wallow in his misery. 'we've been through this.'

'and you never listen to me!' alex hisses out, gripping his wrists tighter. 'you're so in your head, you refuse to see what's right in front of you, what everyone else sees! why do you think everyone calls you his favorite? because it's so obvious how he differently he treats you-'

'because healers are essential to the pack,' george feels like a broken mixtape at this point, repeating the same thing ever and ever again. 'not because he likes me.'

alex opens his mouth and closes it again. he sighs, defeated. 'why are you so afraid, george?' he asks quietly, intimately. 'why are you so dead set on rejecting the mere idea of him being into you as well?'

because it will kill me if it's not true. because when he will find himself a mate, i will die, something in me will break and never be the same. because i never felt anything like this for anyone. sometimes i think that my heart beats for him and him only. george clears his throat and answers with a simple: 'because it's not true, alex.'

'but-'

'not everyone gets to have their happy ending,' george smiles at his friend bittersweet. 'i'm just happy you have one with logan.'

alex looks like he's about to argue but they both freeze up, when footsteps echo and then lewis enters the kitchen. he pauses, his gaze zeroes on the way alex is holding george's wrists - alex lets go instantly, clearing his throat. despite strong smell of the vegetables, potent scent of smoke and amber clouds the air, making everyone tense up. george turns around, blinking fast to get rid of unshed tears; the last thing he wants is for lewis to see him like this.

'i'll be right back,' alex mutters and leaves the kitchen, shuddering under lewis's cold assessing stare.

'hello, lewis.' george greets, gathering control of his voice. he turns and goes for a smile but lewis looks too serious. 'um, i'm preparing-'

'what was happening here?' lewis rarely speaks to him in this commanding tone. with george he is always gentle and soft. 'did he make you cry?'

george blinks, unsure what to say. his friendship with alex is a very well known fact, so to think that alex can make him cry is crazy. 'no, of course not. we were just..talking.'

lewis steps closer and fire smoke in his scent invades george's lungs. he always loved it, found it so fitting to their pack alpha - everything about lewis was strong and commanding, even his scent. george takes a deep breath discreetly and almost chokes on it, when lewis gingerly reaches out for his wrists. he holds them with something akin to reverency and george swallows, ignoring goosebumps that rise up at the touch. lewis carefully inspects his wrists, turns them left and right, his fingers stroke george's skin lightly. 'did he hurt you?' he asks, looking up at omega.

words are so, so hard to speak when lewis is this close. when his breath is fanning over george's chin, when heat of his body makes george's head spin. 'i, um,' george licks his lips and lewis follows that move with his eyes, his grip tightens just a fraction on his wrists. 'no, no. he didn't. alex would never hurt me.' he looks down, hearing water bowling. 'uh- you can let go now. it's my turn to cook for pups.'

lewis obediently lets go, but stays close despite george turning around to continue his task. presence of pack alpha always made george nervous, mostly because he really liked lewis since the moment he first met him. he knows lewis thinks highly of him - he praised him often enough for george to be sure in this, but he never... all those praises were about george's skill. never on his appereance or on his scent or-

'are you participating in the hunt tomorrow?' lewis asks, hovering close.

george nods, grimacing. 'can't escape it this time, i'm afraid. can't call in sick like i did two years in a row.'

'you don't want to participate?' lewis notices how george is struggling with chunking the meat and gently shooes him away, doing everything himself. 'i thought omegas are eager for the hunt.'

'the ones that have a mate are eager. i don't, so i'm not excited to be picked by some random alpha. but it's not like i'm a very desirable omega, so i guess i'm partially safe this year.'

george finishes up carrots and turns to give a sharper knife to lewis. pack alpha looks at him seriously, not smiling and george blinks on confusion. did he say something wrong to kill the nice mood?

'who said that you're not a desirable omega?'

'ugh- i did?' george shrugs. 'it's okay though, i know how i look, so it's all good.'

george is too tall for an omega. he's lanky, his limbs are too long and don't always cooperate well. his eyes are too big and his hands are too rough. he's not exactly charming and nor is he a flirt. george is just george and he's fine with that. lewis, however, looks like he's not fine with it. 'and you?' george asks, needing to get attention away from him. 'you will be participating?'

lewis nods, taking knife from george's hand. 'i'm thinking about it, yes. it's time this pack gets their pack omega.'

it stings. it hurts so much that for a second george forgets how to breathe. image of lewis with another omega, both happy and elated - it breaks his heart into tiny pieces. he puts on a smile though, because he's good like that. 'that's a big decision,' he says, not looking at alpha. 'will make someone very happy, huh?'

'i hope so.' lewis answers and his scent turns acid for a second. they work in silence for some minutes before he speaks up again: 'do you want to mate, george?'

george lets himself dream. of mornings filled with cuddles and sweet kisses. of cozy house where every guest is welcome. of being greeted with warms arms upon his arrival. of being swollen with pups made of big, pure love. he smiles, not realizing that his soft lavender scent bursts in the room. 'i do, yeah.' he speaks quietly in a wishful way.

he blinks back to present when notes of amber intensify in the air, swirling happily with his own scent. george freezes - he's always cautious with his scent and never lets it go that openly - but lewis lets his scent free too and it's...wonderful. lavender soothes the strength of amber, adds flowery notes in it and swallows up the smoke - their scents mellow each other down and mix prettily. when george turns, lewis is already watching him with the scary intensity that makes him swallow. what is-

'i'll see you tomorrow, george.' lewis says, putting knife back down. 'thank you for letting me help you.'

lewis walks away but his scent stays with george long after he's gone.

=+=

'run, george. alex will go to logan but me and lando will cover up for you. we'll be right behind you and then-'

'and then you'll go and hide,' lando interrupts charles, smiling up at george with his boyish charm. 'me and charlie will continue running to the left and we all know that's where everyone will go. it'll give you more time.'

he stares up at his friends and wants to cry from their readiness to help him out minutes before the hunt. george took few vital oils with him that should help to mask scent and shares it with boys - they also don't have alphas and will spend this hunt running away from others.

'i can't believe that lewis is here,' charles mutters, helping lando apply oil on his scent glands. 'think he's in it for you, healer.'

george sputters in surprise and only grows hotter when lando confirms: 'yeah, i think so too. he hasn't stopped looking at you.'

and that is disturbing because it's true. george can't even dismiss this as a lie, because lewis is staring at him and god, why, why? is this some kind of cruel game of rising his hopes up to crush them later? george applies last remnants of oil, itching from the heavy gaze of pack alpha. he takes a deep breath and focuses on the forest ahead of him. omegas have one hour of free run before alphas are also allowed to enter the forest and he needs to make most of it. the second fire goes off, george scrambles and runs off. instead of shifting into his wolf form like majority of omegas - him, lando and charles stay in human form, dashing into the woods. in wolf form it's impossible to disguise your scent, so all three of them chose to stay like this, knowing that all alphas will shift and their noses won't pick up on a scentless omega. faster. one hour seems a lot but knowing how dense and big forest is, it's really not much. go faster. three of them run in one direction until they reach small clearing and that's when charles and lando take left, while george chooses right.

'good luck,' he mutters to his friends before turning away and running up the hills.

george does know this forest better than anyone else. he knows every single secret cave, every single hill or small river - that's his main advantage and despite tightness in his lungs and ache in his legs, he climbs up, up, up until he reaches the river. no one really goes here because bears are frequent visitors here but george knows where to go and where to hide - he easily finds a secluded cave which can be seen only from a certain angle. it takes time to go down by a slippery trope but if he falls into the river then water will wash away oil and his scent will be in the open for anyone to detect, so he takes great care in his steps, knowing that clock is ticking. once george successfully reaches the cave, his knees buckle and he falls, sighing in relief. he's not used to running for this long, he's not used to running in general and his head is a bit dizzy as he moves further up the cave, hiding. safe. his heartbeat is so loud in his ears that george spends next twenty minutes just trying to calm down after adrenaline spike, breathing slowly. there's very tempting idea of just falling asleep right now but he tries to hold on - yes, chances of someone coming here are slim but they are not non-existent. he lets himself relax though, lulled by constant sound of water running down in the river. he thinks of lando and charles and how they are doing right now, hopes that alex and logan are out of this stupid hunt by this time, thinks of lewis. did he already catch his mate? he looked like he knew exactly who he was going for. was he in love with that person for a long time? george curls up in a ball, closing his eyes. lewis probably liked someone very handsome. someone very petite, kind and fragile. someone who is everything george isn't. someone-'

loud howl breaks the silence. it takes few seconds to understand that howl is coming from the clearing up the river and george sits up so quickly, his vision turns dark momentarily. he sniffs the air but no, his scent is not out; maybe there's another omega not far from here? george shivers - he hopes whoever it is, they are not running away from unwanted alpha. he doesn't dare to peek and almost doesn't breathe, straining his hearing for any other sounds. it's strikingly silent at first and then he hears a splash like someone jumped into the river. why-

'george!' no fucking way. 'george, are you in here? are you safe?'

lewis wouldn't be lewis if he didn't inquire about his safety. it warms george's chest and he moves closer to the light. for one crazy second he thought that lewis is here for him, but that obvisouly can't be; lewis is here to just check if he's okay, if he's not being hunted by unwanted alpha. smiling at his kindness, george peeks out - lewis is all wet from crossing the river in a wrong place and generally looks very disturbed by being out here, but when he notices george, he beams at him, waving his hand.

'george!' he calls out, rushing to his side. 'i knew you'd hide somewhere here but hell, george, don't you know there are bears here? it's dangerous!'

george blinks at him in surprise, walking fully out and meeting lewis at the other side. pack alpha is a sight to behold even when he's sopping wet; god, his omega will be so, so lucky. lewis marches forward and grabs him by his shoulders, looking over his form frantically. 'are you okay?' he asks hurriedly. once he realizes that george is indeed fine and wasn't mauled by a bear, lewis relaxes his grip on him, smiling. 'knew you'd be here. i remember how you told me about this river.'

and isn't that...weird. 'i am fine,' george assures him. he then looks around and sniffs air for a good measure but finds nothing. 'there's no other omega here, though.'

lewis tilts his head to the side, confused. 'uh, yes? probably, yeah. no one is as brave as you to go to where bears are.'

george is getting more bewildered. 'i mean, there's only me here. aren't you looking for an omega?'

lewis lets his hands fall off from george's shoulders. he frowns, searching for something on his face and even steps back. 'is that a rejection, george? am i reading this correctly?'

what on earth is going on? george stares blankly at pack alpha, unsure. he feels like he's out of depth to whatever is happening right now that he better keep his mouth shut. lewis waits with furrowed eyebrows, his scent grows acidic, displeasure very evident. when george stays silent, he sighs and speaks up: 'i came here because i knew you'd be here, and when i'm standing right in front of you as an alpha, you're telling me about another omega. if this is not a rejection then what is this, george?'

george tries to grasp the reality and fails. 'what are you saying,' he whispers, eyes wide and mouth agape. 'what are you saying, lewis, you are-' he gulps. 'please don't be cruel.'

george can tell that his scent is pouring out even through the oil due to inner distress he's feeling. lewis feels it too but he stands stoic, watching george closely. 'how am i being cruel?' he asks instead, voice calm and serious.

oh god, he has to spell it out. 'by making me think that- by phrasing your words in a way that makes me think that-'

'that what?' lewis presses.

'that it's me you're looking for.' george finally lets out, ripping his heart out. 'that it's me. your omega.' he sniffs, looking away from alpha. 'this is cruel, lewis. don't do this to me.'

george wants to cry. he wants to scream and shout and curse the gods for not giving him one thing he wants the most - lewis as his alpha. his scent sours and he wants lewis to hug him like he usually does, wants to lose himself in his warmth, but lewis doesn't move. he just stares with lips pursued. 'you know what's really cruel, george?' he asks, not hiding anger notes in his voice. 'this. you thinking that i am looking for another omega. you thinking that it can't be you when it's always been only you, george.'

george breaks. sobs wreck his body and he sways a little, landing right in strong arms of alpha. his alpha. pack alpha, lewis hamilton. it's too good to be true, too unrealistic and yet there hasn't been anything more real than lewis' lips on george's scent glands. george shivers, whining a little when alpha starts nipping on them lightly, forcing more scent to come out. alpha rumbles lowly in approval, tightening his arms around omega, smiling plesantly. 'i'll spend rest of my life making sure you see what i see in you, george,' he promises. 'and then you won't ever have doubts, you'll understand how lucky i am to have you.' lewis leans back, making eye contact with george. 'i do have you, right? george. tell me now. are you mine?'

if this is a dream then george will gladly never wake up. 'being yours is all i ever want to be,' he whispers. 'i never thought that this might be mutual.'

amber and lavender mix together in the most perfect way around them. lewis smiles, staring at george like- like george stares at him. meaning, staring at him like he is the reason sun shines every day.

'my beautiful omega,' lewis says reverently, watching george blush with a smile. 'my most talented pack healer. my perfect pack omega.'

it's a lot. george doesn't think he can take this but then lewis kisses him and oh. it's a lot but my god, he can take it. he can take it so well. 'take me,' george whispers right in alpha's mouth, grinning at a responding growl. 'alpha.'

'do not,' lewis bites back, groaning and hiding his face in george's neck. 'you know i can't.'

as a pack alpha lewis has different customs to follow and george smiles, knowing that he found a new way to tease his...partner. his alpha. fuck, it's real. he lets lewis guide him all the way, lets him hold his hand, lets him announce loudly for everyone that he found a pack omega. alex cheers to the loudest, practically screaming at top of his lungs at the news with logan standing next to him, smiling from ear to ear. when george turns to lewis, alpha is already looking back at him with the softest smile. it's always been you, lewis said. george smiles and looks up at the sky, thanking gods silently. i only ever wanted him, he thinks. lewis, who is kind and thoughtful and fair. lewis, who will fill his mornings with cuddles and sweet kisses. lewis, who build them a cozy house where every guest is welcome. lewis, who will greet him with warms arms upon his arrival. lewis, who will have him swollen with pups made of big, pure love. lewis hamilton, pack alpha, his alpha.

a/n: i love this and i also hate this, i don't know :( let me know your thoughts!! - nini

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quigzahhutt · 1 month ago

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Jasonnnnnn, can I ask for Hand/Fingers kink with gewis🥺🥺

oh my goodness, YES! i am a man of my word, your wish is my command. tender hand/finger kink and a mild praise kink bcuz its george and lewis like. the praise is a given with these two

babys first gewis fic omg!! a milestone...

George is familiar with obsession. He knows what it's like to be so enraptured with something that it begins taking over every aspect of your life.

He's been there before; overly invested in a project- perfecting a turn, ensuring his weight stays at the exact half kilo necessary. Sometimes it's harmful, and other times it's just... Distracting.

This time is one of those times.

Lewis is sitting across from him, placing a bulky hand against George's knee as he leans in and invades his space in order to show him something on his iPad. George is ashamed to say he isn't paying attention to anything Lewis is saying, too distracted by the shift of each individual muscle as his fingers move across the screen.

As soon as Lewis begins tapering off, George wordlessly maneuvers Lewis' hand until it's lying palm-down in his lap, and he hardly notices the way his own mouth is hanging open, breaths being dragged raggedly through teeth as George follows the lines of Lewis' fingers with his eyes. He can't believe how much he wants to have his mouth on them.

He feels like a hound, catching the scent of a rabbit in the bush; hardwired to find it, track it down with the hard commands of his owner echoing heavily in his ears, a rifle shot not far behind. It's life or death whether he finds the catch.

Lewis has just been watching this whole time, mild bemusement visible in George's periphery, cocooned in a layer of something tender and patient.

George drags Lewis' hands up to his mouth next, and he can feel a short moment of struggle as Lewis startles, his muscles lurching for a brief moment before realization sets in and his fingers go lax in George's grip.

George doesn't know what he's doing; his brain is filled to the brim in fog, all of his rational thoughts drowned out by a vicious, needy desire.

His teeth are out before he even realizes, dragging along the soft flesh on the back of Lewis' hand, getting caught on the skin of his knuckles where it bunches and folds around the joint.

There's a quiet, hitching breath somewhere in front of him, almost like Lewis is afraid of being hurt, and George nearly throws himself off of the couch– never in a million years would he dream of hurting Lewis, but the fact that he's flinching away like he thought he might? It almost makes George want to cry.

He pulls Lewis' hand away, then, his brows furrowing in guilt; but before George can even eke out an apology, Lewis is shifting, moving so his unoccupied hand can cup George's jaw, maneuvering him so they're looking eye to eye.

"Keep going, sweetheart, it's okay," Lewis says, and his voice is so overt, soft like a distant memory, and George can feel himself split open at the tone, vulnerable like a freshly sutured wound.

His hands are shaking when he eventually pulls Lewis' fingers into his mouth, and a whimper is escaping his throat before he can stop it, a fragile sound that wavers when the blunt end of Lewis' nails bump the roof of his mouth.

Lewis then begins a slow thrusting motion, rocking his fingers further into George's mouth, the rough pads of his fingers dragging gratingly against his tongue.

His other hand never left George's jaw, and it eventually moves to cup the back of his head, carefully guiding his mouth against the intrusions, all while Lewis begins whispering soft praises.

It all becomes too much, too soft, too tender, nothing he deserves, and George's fingers tighten around Lewis' wrist, yanking his fingers out of his mouth with a rough tug and a harsh sob.

Lewis is immediately leaning in, silencing every breath with a slow kiss, a gentle hand burying itself in George's hair, tugging and petting in a calculated comforting motion, and George melts at the sensation; the mental image of Lewis' hand curling through each strand of hair purely mind melting.

Before he could say or do anything stupid, George pulls away from the kiss, scrambling to get Lewis' fingers back into his mouth, licking them up and reveling in the sensation of the digits between his lips, effectively silencing his mental clutter.

George then tugs Lewis' other hand out of where it had been buried in his hair, grasping it with his own hand, turning it around so he can dig the blunt end of his nail into Lewis' palm, tracing each wrinkle and crease with his thumb, reading it like a fortune.

George wishes he could feel and touch every inch of Lewis' hands, wishes he could trace the lines of his tattoos, wishes he could study the clunky joints of his fingers; wants, needs to do it all at once.

He must vocalize something, then, uttering out a noise he was unaware of, because Lewis soon chuckles.

"It's okay. You're doing so well, George. Treating me so well," Lewis coos, flexing his fingers in George's grip. The shift of each muscle is mind-numbing, something George wants to cradle in his chest, preserve in stone, never to be seen by anyone else ever again.

The praise makes him whimper; the idea that Lewis is enjoying himself, pleasured by George's bizarre behavior all the same even though he doesn't even know what he doing. It's a bit dizzying.

George changes his approach, after that, pulling the fingers out of his mouth, absolutely enchanted by the sight of his own saliva as it coats the surface of Lewis' dark skin, shiny and dirty and wet.

He tilts Lewis' hand down after that, placing a kiss on his knuckles like in the movies, when the bachelor kisses the back of a beautiful woman's hand in greeting. George can't help but think Lewis fits the role insanely well, gussied up and gorgeous, deserving nothing but the highest of treatment.

George then shapes his tongue to a point, laving over the back of Lewis' hands, tracing the lines of his tattoos over and over, memorizing each curve, treating it like a graph to be studied, something he'll be quizzed on at a later date.

Lewis starts shifting his other hand, adjusting it so that he can lace their fingers together, enveloping George's lanky hand with his own, bulkier one before bringing both their hands down to grind against George's groin.

The sound George makes is almost inhuman. He thinks he could stay here forever.

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thank you san for the prompt omg i LOVED writing this and i hope it fulfilled ur every wish!!

#take a shot every time i use the word 'hand(s)' lol #gewis #britcedes #lewis hamilton #george russell #f1 fic #my work #im honestly a little shocked i havent written them before bcuz i LOVE them #i need to get my priorities straight ig

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autumn816 · 3 months ago

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gewis | 6.1k | rated e

The first three times George only watches, sits in the chair across the bed and watches Lewis fuck his girlfriend, Sophia.

#here with a fic I had very much put in my abandoned list #fic: fade into you (i think it's strange you never knew)#gewis #san's fic

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landoom · 8 months ago

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F1 FANFICS REC LIST - George Russell (non Galex)

(this list doesn't contain Galex fics as there will be another list dedicated to those)

snap out of it (7177 words) by 140445 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Russell/Max Verstappen Summary: Frequency illusion was a disease, and Max had it. Max spent twenty-five years on this earth without seeing George Russell shirtless. Twenty-five great years that ended now, because for the second time in the span of two weeks, Max saw George without a shirt on. (5 times Max struggles with George, none of them out on track.)

oOoOoOo

Brake Balance (25901 words) by Russilton Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/George Russell Summary: "Why don’t you come dance?” With me goes unspoken, and George is eyeing him with a familiar look, like he’s sure Lewis will brush him off again, but he still wants to try. Maybe it’s the buzz of alcohol. Maybe it’s the shiny skin of a tanned collarbone showing through George’s three open shirt buttons. Maybe it’s just the adrenaline of the whole day in general, but for once, Lewis thinks that sounds like a pretty good idea. Stop overthinking, just go with it. Bono’s words echo pointedly around his mind. Fuck it

oOoOoOo

Doctor, call the undertaker (This one might be bad) (14296 words) by Be_Abnormal Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell Summary: “Uhm, I guess you already know what people say about me.” Daniel nods, because it feels like the right thing to do and also because, well, it’s true. He does. That you’re gay? Are you gay? Please be gay, even if you’re- like- gay just for me. Wait— actually, that would be perfect, please- “That I act like I’ve got a stick up my asshole.” Daniel almost spits the entire bottle in his face. Or: George and Daniel and the essence of being too chaotic and British

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can’t start a fire without a spark (7399 words) by peachbellini Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell, Alexander Albon & George Russell Summary: “Saw you wore my merch again. Anyone would think you fancy me."

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Eight Geese a laying: or, how George learned to love the goose (2819 words) by What_The_Earth Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll Summary: Storks bring babies, doves bring peace, and geese will drag you to your soulmate. The issue really is that there are quite a lot of geese in the world. Specifically many different species of geese. In his defence the first time he encountered it he was mid run and was doing a loop round St James Lake in Brackley when it appeared.

oOoOoOo

I can't swim the ocean like this forever (16133 words) by TheWiseOne12 Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lando Norris/George Russell Summary: “I’m George,” he introduced himself to the other man. “I know,” the other man replied, “I follow F1.” “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are.” “Lando Norris,” he replied, reaching his hand out to shake George’s. “And how come you are here?” George asked. He looked too young to be a sponsor or some rich old guy but he didn’t recognise him. “I’m an Olympic diver.”

oOoOoOo

GR63 (12047 words) by Ossobuco Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell Summary:

“All right, thank you, everyone,” George says as the last few of his colleagues settle into their chairs. “This meeting of the Grand Prix Drivers’ Association is now in session. As you all know, it’s our third race week of the year and we have quite a bit to get to, but as the first order of business, I would like to propose an inquiry into a situation in which many of us have found ourselves, rather inexplicably. I’m aware that in past seasons, established procedure has been to simply—er, handle the problem as quickly as possible—”

There’s a low snicker from somewhere in the back of the room. George ignores it. “But I believe it’s time we took a more proactive, analytical approach to this, ah, phenomenon.”

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shake me down (5419 words) by litaf1101 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Russell/Logan Sargeant Summary: Logan doesn't know what the hell he's doing, hooking up with George Russell of all people.

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winning mentality (18500 words) by linearity Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Russell/Max Verstappen, Alexander Albon/George Russell Summary: It’s not, like, a thing. It’s only happened twice, if you don’t count the time during the pre-season when Max shoved a thigh against George’s crotch, and George, touched-deprived and broken-hearted, let out a sharp gasp and came instantly. Max, looking shocked and frightened, stormed away.

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middle-ans · 3 months ago

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Visuals no one’s ever asked for are also visuals I believe, and if you wonder why I even did this, well, join me in this mental journey and maybe we’ll be lucky to find out. But still, one of I think a few Prince George’s portraits I would be happy to make, quality is as questionable as motives, sorry about that, hope you still can enjoy George in his royal uniform 👑

#eight crowns on #george russell #gewis #f1 #gewis fic

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jusst-you-race · 2 months ago

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Britcedes + 7./46. for the kiss prompts?❤️

hi i'm so sorry it took me this long to get around to it!!! hope you enjoy <3 i had a lot of fun writing this one!!! from these prompts

a kiss to shut them up + a kiss out of jealousy

George actively focuses on relaxing his hand, worried slightly for the delicate glass of the champagne flute he’s currently holding. The woman talking to Lewis laughs again– no, giggles and puts her hand deliberately on his arm. Again. George takes a deep breath.

“George you’re basically glaring at this poor lady, chill out,” Alex says from beside him.

“Well if you hadn’t noticed, she’s flirting pretty blatantly with my boyfriend.”

Alex scoffs at him and George grimaces as he realises how that had sounded.

“I didn’t realise you were so possessive, Georgie.”

“You don’t know what it’s like at these events. Someone is always flirting with him, trying to get his attention. It’s like they just forget he is openly in a relationship.”

Alex hums sympathetically beside him. George flexes his fingers around his glass again.

It doesn’t help that Lewis is so effortlessly charming. George knows his boyfriend is being nothing but polite to this lady but George has been on the receiving end of Lewis’ ‘polite’ many times and he doesn’t blame the woman for feeling like she might have a chance. George huffs.

“Oh my god, George. Stamp your foot too while you’re at it, why don’t you…”

He pointedly ignores Alex.

The woman very unsubtly fiddles with the neckline of her dress, trying to draw Lewis’ attention, and George rolls his eyes. She’s clearly barely listening to whatever Lewis is saying to her — which based on the spark in Lewis’ eyes is probably something to do with the environment — and George takes another deep breath to cool the simmer of spite low in his stomach.

“She’s not even listening to what he’s saying.” George says it under his breath, but Alex hears him anyway.

“Oh and of course you would listen to everything he says.”

“I would, actually.” George tries his hardest not to sound petulant. He’s failing pretty miserably. “He’s my boyfriend and I like listening to what he has to say.”

Before Alex can give him any more grief the woman puts her hand on Lewis’ arm again, this time lingering for just a second longer than necessary, and George snaps.

“Hold my champagne.”

Alex just laughs at him as he marches across the room.

Lewis is mid sentence by the time George reaches him, but George simply does not care. He drapes himself over Lewis' side and kisses him on the mouth, intentionally a little too indecently. He pulls back slowly, enjoying the slightly dazed look in Lewis' eyes as he brings his arm up to wrap around George’s lower back instinctively.

“Hello, gorgeous. What was that for?” Lewis is giving him a dopey grin and George all but preens under the attention.

“Missed you,” he murmurs before, in an exaggerated display, he turns to the woman as if he’s just realised she’s there. “Oh, I’m so sorry! Was I interrupting?”

A sick sense of satisfaction curls in George’s gut at the look of shock and embarrassment on her face. Lewis gives George a squeeze before he too turns back to her.

“I was just talking about biofuels with… Oh goddess this is embarrassing of me, I’ve forgotten your name! I’m so sorry.”

George cannot help his shark-like grin. The woman smiles flatly.

“It’s Beth.”

George extends a hand.

“Beth, lovely to meet you.”

She shakes it reluctantly, then looks somewhere over his shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry, it was lovely talking, but I think I see my friend in need of rescuing over there. Nice meeting you both.” And with that, Beth disappears into the crowd.

Smug, George turns to look at Lewis, who’s watching him knowingly.

“You don’t have to be so mean, George.” There’s a smile tugging at the corner of Lewis’ lip as he says it though, so George knows he isn’t really in trouble. He shrugs coquettishly.

“She was out of line. You’re mine.”

Lewis grins and tugs him in closer with the arm around his waist.

“You’re hot when you’re jealous.”

He pulls George into a kiss, and George finally feels content.

#back to doing these! i have a few to do #sorry to everyone who is sick of these #britcedes #gewis #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #bug writes

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russelliv · 1 month ago

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gewis [sleeping!george & filthy!lewis]

sooo here's the somno fic that i talked abt popping into my head when i wrote the other ficlet that i just posted. this is for the anon that also wanted this badly LMAO

hope yall enjoy and as always, i appreciate hearing ur thoughts on my brain worms :DD

CW: somnophilia, very much consensual (talked out of this scene)

Lewis kneels down behind George, who's asleep but arching his ass like a whore to anyone who can see him. Gladly, Lewis can keep George all to himself as he's asleep in Lewis' motorhome.

Lewis went back to his motorhome late, to no one's surprise, and while he was expecting George, his boyfri-...his teammate-turned-fuck-buddy, to be in his motorhome, Lewis didn't expect an amazing sight to greet him.

George, on his stomach, facing to the side, one leg arched up and one leg straight, enough for his pink, puffy hole to be presented right at Lewis.

Lewis could not help himself but kneel immediately behind him and let his eyes roam around George's gorgeous, pliant body.

Pretty, gorgeous George with soft skin, lithe back, perfect waist, and plump ass...All for Lewis to take.

Lewis exhales and brings a warm hand to lay upon George's back. He slowly drags his hand around his back and side until he arrives at George's round bottom.

"So so beautiful for me, sweetheart," Lewis whispers as he squeezes a cheek softly. "So perfect and ready for me."

Lewis removes his hand and lays both his hands on either side of George as he leans down and places soft kisses on George's shoulder. Lewis tracks George's back with soft kisses and soft words of praise.

As Lewis plants a tender kiss on George's lower back, George makes a little noise of satisfaction.

Lewis chuckles, "Yeah, sweetheart? Want me lower?", then he slides a little lower until he's eye level to George's hole.

Lewis drags his hands towards George's ass and grips tight to spread him open. "Shit, George," Lewis blurts out as the furl of George's hole gets exposed to the cold air. It clenches for one second, as if it knows the owner of George's hole is staring straight at it.

Lewis licks across his bottom lip before he hitches his nose upward, nuzzling straight where George's crack starts. He inhales George's clearly freshly-showered clean and natural scent and slides his nose down to breathe out against the hole.

George's arched leg unconsciously slides a little higher, exposing his hole more to Lewis. "Good boy, Georgie. So good for me, opening yourself up more," Lewis whispers against George's right cheek.

Lewis repositions himself. Makes sure that his fingers grip well onto the perfect ass he is gifted, by George, and finally, finally opens his mouth to lick a stripe up on Goerge's hole.

Lewis moans and licks across more, finding pleasure with the way his tongue slides on Georgie's hole, the one he owns.

Lewis grunts and shifts his hips to lay on the mattress. His cock is slowly hardening, keeps rolling his hips every time his tongue gets George more wet.

"You taste so sweet, baby," Lewis pants as he stops for a second to focus on grinding his hips down the bed. "Making me so hard for you even when you're asleep. Fuck."

Lewis sticks his tongue out and dives back in towards the shining, wet hole. He keeps his licks quick, but sopping wet with saliva. Digs his tongue in and out, back and forth, while making sure he's stretching George out well too.

As Lewis focuses on eating his treat, George moves to roll his hips under him and gives out a little moan of, "Lewis..."

Lewis responds in groaning against his hole and he tightens his hands on George's ass for a second, pulling his face away. He stares at the way the hole clenches and opens, looks at the way George's sides move quickly with every breath, and slides his gaze towards George's cherry pink face.

Quickly and desperate with a sudden urge, Lewis hauls himself up to his knees once more and immediately unbuttons his designer jeans and drags both the jeans and boxers half-way on his thighs. He pulls his hard cock out and tugs hard and quick.

"Georgie —fuck— baby, you're so pretty. So perfect, just made for me, George," Lewis pants as he jerks himself off with his right hand while his left hand lands a slap on George's left cheek.

George whimpers and his hips dips further into the bed. Encouraged, Lewis twists his hand on the upstroke and slides his thumb across his slit. "George...shit, gonna come on you, gonna paint your hole so well. Fucking whore, leaving yourself out here for anyone."

Lewis slaps George's left cheek again, "But it's not for anyone, is it? Yeah, it's only mine, sweetheart. Only for me, George." Lewis moans, loud and clear across his motorhome, maybe even loud enough for other drivers to know how George is only his. Sleeping George tries to keep up with his uncoordinated thrusts towards the bed, while his hands softly clench the pillow on either side of his head.

Lewis clenches his left hand on George's ass and keeps his hole exposed for Lewis' delight. "So dirty, George," Lewis tsks, "This is enough to keep you satisfied, right? Just getting off on what gives me pleasure, cause you're such a good boy."

Lewis lets go of George and his cock to plant his hands on George's side. Lewis shifts one more to lean his front against George's back, keeps his mouth near George's ear and keeps his cock warm, between George's ass.

"Good boy, George," Lewis whispers as he thrusts his cock against the sopping saliva-wet hole, which causes George to press down on the bed. Lewis continues his slow pushes, allowing George feel pleasure as he's asleep. "Can't believe you're mine, sweetheart."

Not really yours, the little voice in Lewis' head interjects. Lewis shakes his head, as if to forcefully remove the thought. He focuses back on pleasuring himself and George.

Lewis' hips starts becoming uncontrollable, chasing his high as the feeling of George's body becomes unbearable. Quick, wet sounds and panting from both men, one muffled by a pillow, fills the entire room.

"Fuck!" Lewis comes with a shout, painting George's ass full of white thickness. George's hips quickens by itself and freezes as his cock spurts out his own come, soiling the sheets. George deeply moans loud as he comes, still overcome with sleep even after Lewis' ministrations.

Lewis lazily tugs at his cock, letting come drip down slowly from his tip to George's hole. He sighs as he comes down from the high and lets his finger go through the mess he made.

Lewis chuckles as he plays with his filth on George's ass and indulges himself with letting a come-covered finger press against George's rim. He slips the tip of his finger, just to satisfy the little guy in him that wants George tainted of only him.

This gets George to flinch and finally slowly come back to consciousness. His eyes flutters as his body fills with wet, delicious, sensitive sensations. "Mmm...Lewis?" George sleepily asks as he tries to get in control of his body, in order to stretch.

Lewis leans down to place a soft kiss on George's cheek and brushes George's fallen hair on his temple, back to the top of his head.

"Good evening, baby."

#THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC LIKE THIS #IM SCARED #DID I GET IT RIGHT LMAO #sleepy george #filthy lewis #(also pining?!lewis...maybe..who knows)#gewis #gr63 #lh44 #russelliv fic

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crescendof1 · 3 months ago

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gewis vamps🤭😁

for this ask game

to summarize: everything is the same but lewis is a vampire! set in 2022, george's mercedes contract comes with a clause that makes him agree to let lewis feed on him if the need arises. lewis has no idea about this clause but george assumes he does!! so he keeps offering his blood, lewis keeps saying no, so george starts to think there's something wrong with him. of course until lewis caves and drinks from him, but then has a hard time stopping. him and george get close because lewis is drinking from him all the time. everything is all good until lewis finds out about the contract!!! of course he feels like the whole thing was fake now, like george only let lewis drink because he had to. thus begins the angst and george jumping through hoops to make lewis trust him and believe that george really wanted it.

tysm for asking you're the lovliest xoxo

snippet below the cut <3

Lewis ties the make-shift torniquet from George's shoelace tight, just above his elbow. Then he taps the vein there, like this is a medical-grade blood draw. He holds George's arm with both hands, one wrapped all the way around his wrist, the other high up on his bicep, thumb lightly stroking the pale, soft skin of his inner arm. He pulls the arm straight, lifting it up just inches from his mouth. The angle is horribly awkward.

George clears his throat. "Wouldn't my wrist or my neck be, er, more accessible?" He asks. In the months George has spent imagining this moment it's always been less clinical. He wants Lewis's mouth around his jugular, Lewis's hands pushing him against a door for stability, wants it to feel intimate and heady. He'd never pictured it like this--standing in the middle of his driver's room, three feet of space between them.

"This is safer," Lewis replies. Goosebumps pebble along George's forearm at the feeling of Lewis's cold breath on his skin. He doesn't give George any more time to waffle on, his fangs dropping down to just rest on the thin skin above the vein, checking that it's a good spot to pierce. Without warning, his fangs sink in. The pain is sharp and delicious, and George's knees threaten to buckle.

#gewis #britcedes #my fic #gewis vampire au

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nicbutnasty · 2 months ago

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💛 gewis!!

Hello, thank you! And apologies for how long it took me to write ths one, but we got there in the end.

💛 reunion kiss/relief for George/Lewis | G | ~1K words

note: contains brief description of a fictional crash. George is mostly unharmed

It wasn’t a bad crash, all things considered. But still, Lewis can’t deny that his heart was in his mouth when the message came through on the radio. Car 63 in the barriers, DNF. George. That was over an hour ago now.

He would have been checked over by the medics and debriefed since then—nothing more than a few bruises and feeling a bit shaken up, supposedly—but Lewis needs to see for himself. Being a supportive teammate means offering comfort where he can, but maybe selfishly he needs to prove to himself that George is unharmed, to stop the way his heart kicks in his chest every time he thinks about it.

George would have done his own post-race interviews whilst the rest of them were still on track—Lewis knows how these things work by now—so as soon as he can extract himself from his own media duties, he finds himself standing outside George’s driver’s room.

The door is slightly ajar, so Lewis knocks once and tentatively pushes it open. George is perched awkwardly there on the black vinyl sofa, as if a stranger in his own room. He looks so much smaller than he did in front of the crowds earlier that day, his lithe frame contorted into a protective curl, all elbows and knees, head in his hands. Something in Lewis’ heart clenches in sympathy at the sight.

“Hey, George?” Lewis calls softly.

Wordlessly, George looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and watery.

Lewis crosses the room in a few strides, carefully sits next to him on the sofa. Now he’s closer, he can see George is trembling slightly, hear his breath coming out in quiet shudders. He gently wraps an arm around George, hoping for comfort rather than scaring him off.

He shouldn’t have worried, because George immediately leans into it, turning his head so his face is buried in Lewis’ shoulder. His fireproofs are probably all damp and sweaty, but George doesn’t seem to mind, just clings to Lewis like a lifeline as his shuddering breaths turn to sharp, choking gasps. Lewis clutches him tightly, all the worry he’d pushed down in order to complete the race now bubbling up with the relief of having George here in his arms.

Lewis rubs calming circles on George’s back, bringing his other hand to the nape of George’s neck to run his fingers through the soft hair there.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs, “It’s okay Georgie, baby, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Slowly George’s breathing begins to even out. Lewis continues to hold him, stroking his back and murmuring soft nothings to him, until George suddenly pulls away with a jolt.

“I’m– I’m sorry,” he stammers out, scrubbing his face with his hands, “You shouldn’t have to–”

Lewis catches his hands and gently pulls them into George’s lap, where they flutter momentarily like a captive bird before stilling. George keeps his eyes lowered, body hunched over, as if ashamed.

“But I want to,” Lewis interrupts softly. He absently brushes his thumbs over the inside of George’s wrists, where the delicate veins show in blues and greens through the skin, a tangible reminder that George is alive and unharmed. Lewis takes a steadying breath. “Oh George,” he sighs fondly, “when I heard, I was so worried. I wanted to make sure you were okay, see if I could help.”

George finally looks up at him with his big wet eyes, lashes clumped together with tears. Lewis thinks he’s never looked so beautiful. “But why?” he asks.

“Because I care about you, man.” George doesn’t look convinced, so Lewis continues, “I do, I swear. Not just because we’re teammates or whatever, but because you’re you. You’re incredible, man, and every day I swear to god I’m thankful I know you. You’re talented, you’re kind-hearted, and you’re beautiful, and I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you in my life, but I–” He feels a lump in his own throat, huffs out a wet sort of laugh, “Well, I’m not questioning it.”

Lewis releases George’s wrists to cradle his face in his hands, thumbing away an errant tear. George’s eyes have gone wide and glassy now, cheeks flushed and mouth parted slightly, as if stunned Lewis could even think about him that way. Well, he can’t have that, can he?

Lewis leans in slightly, hoping he’s not crossing a line. But George, sweet George, always there to meet him where he’s at, follows his lead, his eyelids fluttering shut.

The kiss is tentative at first, George yielding easily. Lewis can taste the salt of shed tears on his lips, licks at the seam of them and George opens easily, malleable under Lewis’ careful attention. He gasps into the kiss as Lewis sucks at his lower lip, one hand coming up to fist in Lewis’ shirt. Lewis likes George like this, he thinks. Open, expressive, not afraid to show what he needs.

Lewis pulls back slightly and George automatically chases him, swaying towards Lewis, lips parted. His eyes flutter open in momentary confusion and Lewis can feel him tense slightly, as if preparing for rejection.

Whatever he sees in Lewis’ face must reassure him though, as George settles back into his arms.

“Hello,” Lewis murmurs.

“Hi,” George breathes. His lips are kiss-swollen and he’s flushed pink from cheeks down below the neckline of his shirt. Lewis idly wonders how far that flush extends.

A loud thunk from outside breaks the moment, followed by laughter and good-natured jeers of the pit crew. Beyond the room, the whole paddock is packing up and shipping out for the next race. As lovely as it is right here together on George’s tiny vinyl sofa, they can’t stay.

Lewis pushes himself up off the sofa with a soft groan, extending a hand to George. “Come on, let’s get you back to the hotel and in your pyjamas.”

George takes his hand but remains sitting for a moment, looking up at Lewis with something akin to hope in his eyes. “Will you– will you stay?” he asks.

Lewis laughs softly. “Yes, of course I will,” he reassures, giving George’s hand a tug for good measure.

This time, George goes willingly, keeping Lewis’ hand clutched tightly in his, whilst he reaches for his bag with the other.

There’s the early morning flight back home tomorrow, a couple days to rest, then straight back on the plane to the hustle and bustle of the next race, the next country. But tonight, in the comfort of George’s clean hotel sheets, they’ve got all the time in the world.

#britcedes #gewis #george/lewis #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #my fic #f1 fic #kiss prompt meme #prompt meme #prompt fic #no i can't remember my own tagging system; what of it #come get your pathetic wet sad man

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