#obviously galex is

[ariadynamics]

I saw that tweet chirping fandom millennials and their "otp: some quote here" and you know what. I'm fully re-embracing it. No shame here baybay

[lagerloutfic]

hot rookie slagsss rides again! 'tis the season to have normal thots about your co-workers. thank you to @ctimenefic and @latecomersprivilege for making this one billion times better.

read part one - alex albon and his foot thing

Lando has no idea where he is. Couldn’t tell you the time for a million quid. He might be in a completely different country. There’s been a bottle in his hand since he stepped onto the podium. Champagne, beer, shots. 

A bottle of water was thrust at him at some point but Party in the USA blasted over the speakers so he poured it over Andrea making him squeal. 

He’s drunk. He’ll admit it. Probably passed drunk a few miles back. Totally hammered, as promised. He’s not the only one.

Everyone around him is grinning like mad. Hands clap him on the back so often he’s sure he’ll be bruised between his shoulder blades come morning. He doesn’t know who half the people are but it doesn’t matter. It’s all love tonight, everyone high as kites from topping the Constructors and whatever else is getting passed around.

It’s a good feeling. One of the best he’s ever had. It makes him really – 

Horny.

Like, disturbingly so. 

Disturbing because when he spots Oscar in the corner – looming over Lily with her back to the wall, one hand braced beside her head as she pulls him in by the collar to snog the pants off him – everything else shuts down apart from the klaxon in his brain screaming: I want, I want I want. 

It’s confusing. It doesn’t make sense. 

It’s – really hot how Lily doesn’t stop snogging Oscar as she turns his cap around, hand on the back of his neck pulling him closer. Really gives it to him with both barrels. Oscar’s hand creeps around to her waist, holding her close. Lando is glad the music is so loud so no one can hear him moan. 

Lando pulls out his phone. The background is super blurry, battery on a precarious 3%. He has to squint one eye as he peers down, tongue between his teeth as he opens Hot Rookie Slagsss. 

Lando: how do u ask some1 4 a 3some

George: Oh good, you’re alive

George: Don’t bother replying to any of the other fifty messages

Alex: who are you asking

Lando: no one

George: just a hypothetical question at 4 in the morning

Lando: dont use big words

Alex: imagine you’re asking us

Lando: u and russell?

George: Surely Alex means us and our girlfriends

Alex: surely

Lando thinks about asking the boys and their fit girlfriends for a threesome and, yeah. Obviously that’s a nice thought. There are so many nice thoughts flooding Lando’s brain right now he feels a little sick.

Lando: alex do u & lily wanna have 3some

George: Oh, of course you ask Alex and not me. Typical. 

Alex: now, now Georgie, don’t be jealous

George: Unbelievable. 

Alex: Lily says you’re too short

Lando: im a NORMAL HEIGHT

George: Whatever Frodo

Lando: ever think u 2 r freakishly tall

Alex: no

Lando is distracted from the bickering in his phone by the way Lily’s hands are moving down the back of Oscar’s ugly too-long shorts to cup his arse. Lando wants to be in the middle of it, to feel their hands roam over him, to let himself float in space as two sets of lips press against his neck. 

Oscar’s being so sloppy, licking along Lily’s jaw, sharp teeth biting down before thrusting his tongue back in her mouth. Jesus Christ. 

Lando: guys im dying here

George: in my experience, one simply waits to be asked

Lando: thats not gonna happen

George: Maybe for you…

Lando: wait

Lando: who did u have a 3some with

Lando: WHO

Lando: alex who was it

George: Alexander don’t you dare

Lando: WHOWHOWHOWHO

Alex: as discussed, Lily likes tall men

Lando: omgggggg

George: You’d best count your days Albon because you are so fucking dead

Alex: Lily wants to know what hotel you’re at

George: can we please take this to the other chat

Lando: WHAT other chat

Alex: secret threesome chat

George: I could do a murder and no one would blame me

Lando watches the three dots showing Alex typing and then his screen goes blank. He presses the power button furiously, willing the phone to light up but it’s dead. 

Lando considers flinging it across the room. Would be happy to never hear from his so-called friends again. The nerve, having secret threesomes willy-nilly behind his back. Absolute fuckers, the lot of them. 

There are cheers across the room. One of the mechanics has unearthed another magnum of champagne (where on earth do they keep finding these things) and is uncorking it, urging Oscar to tip his head back. 

It takes two of the mechanics to hoist it into the air. Oscar has to crouch, practically on his knees, mouth open wide as the fizz sloshes over his cheeks, foaming down his neck, soaking his shirt. Lando grips the sticky table in front of him, crotch pressed to the corner, his entire body throbbing in time to the music. 

Lily stands to the side, hand over her mouth, hair all mussed up from where Oscar’s been clutching it. She catches Lando’s eye and gestures at Oscar, silently asking him to get a load of this guy. 

Lando’s got a load of it alright. A big one. 

Lando doesn’t know how it happens but one second he’s humping the table and the next he’s on his knees next to Oscar, lukewarm champagne stinging his eyes for the hundredth time that day. 

It splashes all over Lily’s shoes and Lando follows the long line of her legs, her hips, tilting his head back to look at her face. She’s beaming down at him, totally unbothered by the sloshing between her toes. 

Everything is so wet.

“How do you feel about short blokes?” Lando slurs and she bends down, one hand on his shoulder.

“How short are we talking about?” 

Lando looks over helplessly at Oscar, two arms wrapped around some of the front office guys, wet t-shirt clinging to his chest. From this angle he can see the sharp grooves of Oscar’s abs, can count every single muscle straining as he laughs. 

Not that anyone cares, but him and Lando are literally the same height. 

Lily shrugs. “Reckon that’s ideal.”

George’s stupid fucking voice rings in Lando’s ears: One simply waits to be asked. 

He’s going to rub this in their handsome faces.

[yesterdayiwrote]

Okay but seriously, as much as I really want Alex at Mercedes, I do think there's multiple pros and cons to the whole idea...

Pro: Alex gets a second chance at a (hopefully still) top team and he deserves it. He walked away at the end of 2020 and he WORKED to get back on the grid and probably made himself a better driver because of it and so he definitely deserves to get a second chance that so few drivers genuinely get to have.

Con: Alex struggled at Red Bull because the pressure was insane. Is he thriving because Williams culture is really working for him and would a move to somewhere like Merc heap the pressure back on him and disrupt his vibe?

Pro: Mercedes pinned so much of their branding on Lewis and haven't fully integrated George into that yet and so they need someone to build that image with them and keep sponsors interested. Alex is great at PR, is popular, has a great personality and he and George effortlessly bounce off each other. The best friends to teammates thing could be a marketing wet dream because brands and sponsors love 'a story' they can work with. Mercedes would have two drivers who are up for doing dumb content

Con: Alex hates marketing work, and Mercedes would be a big increase on those sort of responsibilities for him, especially having to juggle a long term long distance relationship into the mix. (Although George does love the attention and may be more than willing to pick up the slack)

Pro: He and George know each other, they're as close if not closer than Lewis and Nico were. They know how to handle each other so you don't have that awkward teammates who don't know how to work together shtick going on. They know each others triggers and how to deal with each other when they're down

Con: They're as close if not closer than Lewis and Nico were and we all know how that one went. They know each others triggers and how to use them for evil. Toto is now in his 50s and his heart might not survive.

Pro: The continued lore of them looking out for each other and vouching for each other to get jobs and just being generally supportive besties needs to be continued and never end

Con: I don't want Alex to be reduced to George's prop and I'm worried that the constant narrative of George 'getting Alex jobs' is in danger of getting a bit white saviour and patronising. Alex gets these jobs because he deserves them and I don't want it to get twisted.

[alpinelogy]

i need a mutual without a george ship bias cause how am i going to decide which ship am i going to write when every single mutual has an agenda

[autumn816]

[ctimenefic]

TRICK OR TREAT 👻🎃

If possible can you share a tiny 🤏🏼 snippet/plot/anything of the galex James bond au? It's been on my mind since I saw it pop up on my feed 🫶🏼

oh it's you! Thank you for your lovely comments!

okay so I have written shamefully little of this out properly, but I have got a bunch of potential dialogue and it has a title now and everything. so I guess imagine this as, like, the trailer, with various lines playing over exciting action! a glamorous party! a glimpse of love-making! a beautiful woman! a gunshot! Alex tied up naked in a dark room!

(I would write the plot but it does severely give the game away immediately)

“Someone’s found a good way to rattle you. They’re going to do it again. I suggest you get over whatever it is, and quickly.” "George Russell. Captured on a mission, broke under torture. Killed in crossfire during the exchange for two prisoners." “He didn't break.” "He would have." “Britain deserves to know its true place in the world. Small and petty and high minded." “It’s still five confirmed kills, right, for F1 status? Including an enemy agent. Oh, Alex. Was I your first?”

And under the cut, a half-hearted Canva moodboard/not quite header that rather does give the game away, but I like it anyway

[albonious]

i am falling down the loscar rabbit hole right now

[valyrfia]

galex being doomed-by-the-narrative-and-the-ghost-of-brocedes is my roman empire

[yesterdayiwrote]

I don’t know why but I’m fascinated at the fact that there has been very little Alex and George interaction for a while. In fact, I don’t think they’ve even flew in together

Look, as I've said before, what we see doesn't tell the whole story and doesn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Just because you don't see something doesn't mean it's not happening...

Equally, yeah, I have noticed they haven't seemed as obviously close as we've seen them before recently. Maybe they have had a tiff?! Maybe they're just having some space or hanging with some different people?! Maybe absolutely nothing has happened and it's just entire coincidence and how things have worked out for them recently?! Theres genuinely no way to know unless one of them says... which they probably won't? Tbf everyone's hypothesised that they've fallen out before and then they pop up like tweedledum and tweedledee again. I think we have to remember that they're besties but they're not joined at the hip unfortunately!

[alpinelogy]

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[complementaryhalves]

what about...... landoscar new girl au.......... set in london for obvious reasons... oscar breaking up with his long-term girlfriend (not in the same way as the show ofc) and being forced to find a shared flat cause rent prices are insane... lando, alex and george having a free room in their flat... a spareroom.co.uk search and flatmate interview later, oscar moves in with them, and chaos ensues. alex and george are so obviously winston and schmidt. cat included. logan is oscar's model friend (may have a flirt with alex but i'm fine with either galex or sargebon being endgame). carlos is the ex lando can't seem to get over at the start (not as toxic as caroline). daniel is coach. please someone tell me you see the vision

[i-am-church-the-cat]

I didn’t want to hijack the person’s post bc I don’t care what they think but I am a defensive bitch so we’re talking about this

Logan and Oscar met when they were 13/14. The next year they were on the same karting team together but didn’t race each other directly. This would be the last time they don’t race each other until 2019 when Logan moved up to F3 and Oscar was still in Formula Renault. They had a championship battle in F4 and F3, they were teammates in 2020, they haven’t raced each other since then which has been the biggest gap since they’ve known each other.

That still doesn’t mean they’re friends though. You know what does? Them literally saying they are.

Oscar saying “I’m quite close with Logan Sargeant” on that podcast. The Miami GP 2023 post. Them playing paddle together. Logan in that interview where they asked about “Loscar.” Now the podcast episode.

They aren’t forced to be around each other, if anything they’re so busy they don’t have time to hang out, yet they still seek each other out when they have the opportunity. Obviously we don’t know anything about their personal lives but at the very least we know they’re friends?? Not brocedes level of friends, maybe lestappen level of friends cause I don’t think they’re actual friends either, definitely not galex level of friends but that can also be attributed to the fact they don’t talk about themselves a lot, compared to Alex or George who post everything about their lives.

Like, have you ever seen them interact? They’re chilling they’re casual but they are friends. Whatever you think about their dynamic they are at least that.

[ctimenefic]

(whispers) swank + strap + galex xoxo @testarossa

from the very silly nyt prompts

okay so because I wrote, jesus, 4k of strap-on fic for the other fill, I've taken a slightly sideways look at this one. Hope that's okay @testarossa!

also, this is v obviously inspired by and owes a debt to @lagerloutfic's hot rookie slagsss series, which is a marvel you should read immediately

It’s George who sends the photo in the old group chat; her and Lando, done up to the nines, in a hotel corridor somewhere in Kuala Lumpur. Lando’s clearly tilting at the space Lewis has left for high fashion at FIA events, with- well, Alex will kindly call it limited success. And George-

George is in a suit. 

Alex tries not to be basic about George all dolled up. 

Yes, anytime George wears tights Alex can’t resist putting a ladder in them with her fingertips, or her teeth. Yes, some of George’s skirts have met terrible ends. Yes, ranking George’s outfits by tit accessibility on her Instagram stories was probably taking the ‘joke’ of George’s known cleavage addiction a bit far. 

But this? George with her hair slicked back and her tits taped artfully up behind her starched skinny shirt and tapered trousers making her legs look mad long and- fuck yes, she’s even foregone the heels, avoided some terrible Doctor Who converse disaster. Those are neat black Oxfords, gleaming. 

It’s not even strictly butch. But the look is tailor-made – literally – to get Alex foaming at the mouth. In short, she wants to fuck the shit out of her. 

She’s still wearing makeup, of course. A slash of dusky pink-brown that Alex is almost certain she’s picked to match her nipples, the fucking minx. Maybe she’d been thinking of the same night Alex is, when the last trace of her red lipstick had run down to her chin by the time they were done. That stuff had staying power; in the shower, Alex’d had to scrub it off her thighs. 

Swanky and swanker, Alex eventually texts back, damningly long after the ticks will have turned blue on George’s end. 

Sure enough, George replies on their private chat in seconds. You sure you want to accuse someone else of wanking right now?

And then, Alex’s downfall: George calls.

“Hello George. Are you having a nice night?”

Alex would say she does a 10/10 job at keeping the lust out of her voice. She has, after all, had fucking years of practice before Georgie had looked over at her, big eyes all wet and wide, and asked if- maybe- Alex would consider- and every rule she’d ever had about straight girls had gone out the window. 

George, on the other hand, doesn’t even attempt to keep her pout quiet. “Aren’t you going to say I look good?”

“Depends,” Alex hedges. “Is Lando still there?” She’s not actually jealous, it’s Lando, but sometimes leaning into the implication makes George pinken. Alex isn’t above exploiting a little internalised heteronormativity, for the bit. 

“No. Took that before we left, I’m at the gala now. In the bathroom.”

Alex feels herself perk up, the alertness washing through her. “Bored, baby?”

“Terribly,” George sighs. “Wish you were here.”

If wishes were horses, the Williams might have enough bloody horsepower for Alex to have a shot at the gala. Still. “So I could rumple that suit of yours, gorgeous?”

George audibly brightens. “So you do like it. I wasn’t sure if…” She trails off, and Alex wonders if it’s meant to say a bit more, the suit, than she thought. 

“Objectively, you are fit as fuck, George. Unobjectively, if you didn’t already have a plane ticket I’d be getting in the car right now to pick you up.”

George giggles. “I’ll wear it on the flight then. You can fuck me soon as I’ve arrived.”

Alex doesn’t try to stifle her groan; she’s not the one hiding in a bathroom. George undone in the passenger seat of her car, seatbelt on but tits out. Or no, better; up on the kitchen counter, jacket still on but trousers round her ankles, and Alex standing between her legs, with her-

“Fuck, Georgie, please, let me use my strap, let me-”

“Yes,” George hisses, and Alex is almost too turned on to realise how fucking lucky she’s got. It’s the first time she’s dared bring up her strap on. She’s kept it buried at the back of her drawers, worried it might be, well, just a bit too fucking gay for George. But George sounds almost frantic about it, like she’s rubbing her thighs together in a fucking bathroom stall, with half the world of motorsport a few meters away. Probably because she is. “Yes, please, Alex, I want it, I want it so much.”

“Okay, baby, I-”

“How many are you going to give me?”

Alex’s mind stalls for a second, trying to parse it. She has a brief vision of George stuffed; toys in her arse, her mouth, as Alex fucked her cunt but-

Well, it seems a bit much for George to have come up with. And it doesn’t really fit. How many are you going to give me? There’s a pretty firm upper limit.

And then Alex remembers George’s fondness for period dramas, old books about tall ships and a misty-eyed view of the Empire that Alex tried not to prod too often, for fear they’d actually have to talk about it. The way George had sniffled during Master and Commander, her voice wet when she’d explained “it’s about the duty, Alex.”

Let me use my strap

How many are you going to give me?

George’s round arse, striped. Pink and pale. The clink of a belt buckle. 

Alex swallows. “As many as you want, baby.”

[earl-grey-teacake]

oh lord I can picture it. George and Alex bring Logan to the paddock for the first time and they have to go somewhere and they're not sure what to do with Logan. And James volunteers to look after him and they get SUPER nervous like "are you sure James? he can be really fussy if we leave him, he can get really upset" obviously super worried about the impression it will leave on James if Logan is upset. James is like "nah I got this".

and at first Logan starts crying but then James just talks to him. like, at first, doesn't even talk to him about anything particular, then starts explaining the Williams upgrade for the weekend, and suddenly he has an armful of happy, sleepy baby.

and when Galex return they find James reading aloud from the latest data about the tyres and Logan is settled on his chest all peaceful and sleepy and smiling. and soon baby!Logan's favourite part of the weekend (other than when Galex cuddle him and take him home) is spending time with Uncle James. Uncle James and his ridiculously nice voice.

Yes!!!

James has such great vibes. I can't listen to his interviews when I'm at work for too long because I get sleepy. They're so calming and he's always so articulate.

Baby! Logan would have the best time during the race weekend. Just completely knocked out during the races as James is running through what's happening. The downside is that he sleeps so much during the day that he's very active at night.

Thank you for the ask! I wrote a little snippet below! :)❤️

Logan had his arms wrapped tightly around George’s neck, refusing to let go despite the fact that they George had to attend to media duties.

“Come on, Logan. We have to go.” Alex tried to coax the infant to let go but if only seemed to make him more distressed. George tired to pull Logan off him but that only spurred him on to grip harder. 

“Uhhhh!” Logan kicked against George’s ribs and started to whimper.

“What’re we going to do? We can’t just bring him?” Alex gently stroked Logan head, hoping to prevent any crying from happening.

“How about I look after him?” A voice intervened. James walked over, arms outstretched to take Logan.

Alex and George exchanged a nervous look. “Are you sure James? He can get really fussy when we leave. We don’t want to get so upset that you can’t do your work.”

“It will be okay. I can handle it.” The process of dislodging Logan was an ordeal. The poor baby gripped at whatever he could to avoid being separated whether it be George’s hair or shirt before trying to cling onto Alex’s jacket.

“Wahhh!” Logan pushed and wiggled, trying to get free.

“Please call us if you need anything.” George implored before quickly taking off with Alex.

“Wahhh!” Logan’s face was bright red.

“I know,” James patted Logan on the back. “I know you’re very upset but your parents have very important jobs to do today. They also don’t want to leave you but they’ll be back soon.”

This did nothing to quell the wailing but Logan was starting to get tired enough that he started to lay his head down on James’s shoulders to continue crying.

“It’ll be okay. Your parents don’t even like media duties so maybe they’ll be back quite quickly. Though Alex is quite good at being in front of a camera…The rear suspension legs are re-oriented due to the new air flow structure.” It had taken 15 minutes of James talking about media duties, the marketing department, and the new upgrades for Logan to knock out.

Alex was sure he never held as much contempt for marketing and media day as today. It was bad enough being separated from Logan but to also be asked question about whether or not they can be good drivers knowing that they have to take care of a child made him want to pull his hair out. George was practically sprinting to Williams having teared up earlier when he had to leave Logan.

I can’t believe I have two crybabies

The two of them were directed to James’s office. The door was slightly open and there was talking inside. “During Silverstone, we started off on softs…”

George was prepared for a meltdown from Logan and a potential breakdown from James because his baby had the stamina to cry for over an hour. Instead, he found Logan comfortably knocked as James rattled off tire data. Maybe it was better to have Logan stay at Williams for the time being.

[jusst-you-race]

You said you have a spreadsheet for tccc? 👀 Any insights you want to or can share?

oh i am totally happy to share! it's mostly not really information that's new to anyone, so here is a glimpse into the beast that is my ccc spreadsheet (there is a little bit of spoiler censoring happening in these images)

basically i track what happens in each chapter! i have two different trackers just so i can at a glance see who I've spent more time with and developing in order to balance out the relationships and friendships a bit. I also try not to go too long without certain chats appearing like obviously the main chat with everyone, and also loscar and galex i try to feature pretty regularly

this is my relationship tracker (yes the abbreviations are intentional)

this is the one i use the most in terms of making sure things are balanced and spread out okay with the many existing and developing relationships in this fic, and my criteria for each ranking of development changes based on the day and my mood so don't put too much stock into it... it just gives me a rough idea

this is my conversation tracker

obviously this is not the full list because that's getting longer by the chapter almost, but i have it separated into group chats and dms and obviously the star of the show is right at the top!

this isn't particularly interesting honestly so sorry if this is disappointing at all, it's just with so much going on this is a quick and easy way for me to visualise where i might have 'gaps' where i've been ignoring certain pairings or whatever. this is also not my only planning document, most of the actual planning happens somewhere else!

[brawngp2009]

*taps mic* is this anything 🫣 (i have like 20 notes on how Thai royalty is obvs problematic and your CRA AU doesn't actually say Alex is a prince but what if he is!!)

The stupidest thing is that George had debated Alex on the merits of a modern royalty, before. A friendly banter, no real heat behind it, George debating the finer points of The Crown as a symbol to the nation and Alex debunking every single one of his argument with a teasing tone and an amusement in his eyes and using words like decolonization and reparations when the whole time – the whole bloody time – Alex is everything that he himself campaigns against.

George gets dating someone rich, the Eton types who talk and dress a certain way, the kind that never checks for the price of things and pays with credit card for the points. Alex’s tells are more subtle, more in the way he carries himself than his clothes, a self-assuredness of someone who knows he has safety nets, unafraid of calculated risks or sudden changes. Someone who’s friendly with stability, who comes into money very young in their lives, understands the value of hard work but not in the intimate way George does, where he feels like he has to keep clawing at things to keep them.

He lives in South London, for God’s sake. George knows his boyfriend is rich.

But being an actual royal – fourth to the throne as he is – is a different thing altogether.

High society, he knows, having planned more soirees than he can count for the English aristocrats, the King’s vague distant relatives thrice or fourth removed. Everything is about tradition, with them, keeping to what they know best, an unchanging existence and obedience; never about breaking rules or innovation – immutable.

Thai high society is –

Old money, but not doing things the old way. There’s a mix of old and young faces at the table as they talk about emerging businesses, start ups and micro trends. A confusing mix of Thai and accented English – funny, that they say he’s the one with an accent. Nothing is quiet about their luxury, but louder is the way they’re careless with it, Goyard and Jacquemus bags on the floor like it doesn’t cost George’s life savings to own one.

He has a hard time believing that his Alex – the one who doesn’t own more than three shirts – fits in all of this. His Alex, who can be sweet but has to be sarcastic about it, who can’t be earnest without undercutting it with a cheeky quip – somehow, he is part of this rambunctious bunch, of whom the line of the Thai royalty succession depends on.

His Alex, fourth in line to the throne.

OH MY GOOOOODDDD!!!!! this is # galex royalty AU (and we aint talking about no bri'ish people!!!!!!)

"is this anything?" ANON THIS IS EVERYTHING!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!! ALEX WOULD DEFINITELY BE A SILLY GUY AND JUST 1 NASTY PLANE CRASH AWAY FROM THE THRONE 😭

> i have like 20 notes on how Thai royalty is obvs problematic — yeah dont worry about it like any royalty is problematic by default! power to the people

> AU doesn't actually say Alex is a prince but what if he is!! — U R SO RIGHT WHAT IF HE IS!!! obviously Crazy Rich Asian AU means that he's like from the rich, whether it's old or new money doesnt matter, capital is capital etc etc... and HE CAN BE TIED TO THE ACTUAL ROYALTY IF U THINK ABOUT IT...

this is a whole ass new dimention.. and quite an obvious one.. which i didnt see even though I NAME IT THE PRINCE OF THAILAND OH MY GAWD!

thank you thank you kissing you for a thousand years and if you are not into that then hugging you and if you are not into that then shaking your hand and if you are not into that then staring at you lovingly and if you are not into that then leaving you be for a thousand years but thinking happy thoughts about you making the universe notice you and make your life amazing!!!