#sebcedes

[oconist]

[blorbocedes]

Her game. Her rules. Years have passed. Her past has not.

Challengers (2024 2016)

[maxz-b]

thinking about. lewis hamiltonn. this is in fact part 10/???

[f1incorrectquotess]

Lewis: Is there a word that's a mix between angry and sad?

Seb: Desolated, malcolent, disgruntled, resentful-

Nico: Smad.

[heartburiedingreece]

F1 as challengers reviews on letterboxd

[justaboutsnapped]

THE SILVER WAR (2017) DIR. DAVID FINCHER @f1blrcreatorsfest WEEK 2: TYPOGRAPHY

In 2013, champion driver Lewis Hamilton joins the Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS F1 Team. Three years later, he has won another two championships, but Hamilton finds that his unprecedented success leads to both personal and professional complications as his relationship with his friend and teammate continues to deteriorate.

Inspired by David Fincher's The Social Network (2010).

[kimio7]

Fics that defined my love of f1 rpf

In celebration of literally nothing actually, i bring you a fic rec list of some of my favourites!!! very condensed (100+ -> 15 not even including tumblr fics) and im kinda sad i cant put all of my favs down lol but these are like my must reads!!

pleaseeee read these if u havent already its all amazing even if you dont vibe with the ships themselves

Strollonso:

silver platter by atwater | E | 9k

Literally the first fic I've ever read and basically got me into this fandom (and ship). Theyre both so unhinged and amazing it's a very fun read. Probably the best written lance ive every read.

Make Sound by antimonyandthyme | E | 1k

Makes me so fucking insane no notes this is just amazing oh my god

I make two grand an hour by Kaytheologie | E | 3k

Literally so hot and so amazing. lance is so bitchy in this one is great. amazing writing and amazing premise, literally inspired me to sketch out something right after (might finish it at some point)

Sewis:

provenance by ecorone | M | 18K

Literally the fic that introduced and made me fall in love with sewis. it wrecked me like i still havent recovered at all. the writing itself is just, i vibe to it so much

The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie | E | 26k

might be one of my favourite fics, ever. what a masterpiece genuinely the environment is just so immersive and lush. ive reread it a dozen time and it never gets old

Brocedes:

you're my purple candy high by nothoughtsjustvibes | M | 5k

baby's first brocedes 🥹 started my love affair with emotional destruction. ruined me when i just first read it and ruined me every time after that. The writing is so profound and laid out their tragedy bare.

the torture of small talk with someone you used to love by finedae | T | 2k

baby's first nico fic!! it also destroyed me!! i think this is the one that made me join f1br bc i was just so obsessed with the writing i needed to know what the author was like lol.

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special research vessels by ecorone | M | 15k

listen i thought this ship wouldve been more popular than it is LOL or at least not as hated. regardless, i love this fic so much. I love the environment, I love the dialogue, the characterization, everything. It's just such an amazing reading experience

matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60k

if you havent noticed by now, im obsessed with this author. the prose, the characterizations, how beautifully the magical realism of it all was realized. horror as a genre is so underutilized in fanfics as a whole but when its done, its done amazingly. love love love

Others:

crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by crescenteluce | E | 14k | Alexander Albon/George Russell

This fic is THE galex fic for me. it so funny and the writing is so witty its just fun to read. love the way the environment is constructed and it everything just feels so real. amazing

it's more than I can bear: this interminable want, turning and turning. by Anonymous | E | 2k | Fernando Alonso/George Russell

The vibes are rancid, the ships are niche, the writing is good. what more do you need? i love reading this and i love thinking about this.

Amen by sirius | M | 9k | Fernando Alonso/Lewis Hamilton

THE ferwis fic is my mind and mad me unreasonably obsessed with this ship. its so well written- like i love the characterization so much it makes me insane.

on golden sands bysionisjaune | T | 6k | Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg/Sebastian Vettel

Listen, this and the ships that go sailing are both just amazingly entertaining fics. its objectively such a good read and i enjoy spending my time reading it. its just so fun!

steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by nahco3 | E | 26K | Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen

My favourite medical au fic!! ever!!! everything is just so well realized and the characterization is just spot on!! love everything about this fic and nothing i say can fully explain how amazing this fic is!!!

Shutter Speed byantimonyandthyme | E | 18k | Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber

got me into photography lol. made me purchase my first actual camera. dont know what else to say its just that amazing

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Missing seb hours

[raikkoberg]

a few lines I wrote

[pinkjamblesss]

your first love vs. your soulmate

‘the person who taught you what love is’ vs. ‘the person who showed you the love you deserve’

‘the loss of your life’ vs. ‘the love of your life’

‘taught you the lesson’ vs. ‘the result of you learning that lesson’

‘maybe in another life’ vs. ‘in every life’

‘grew up together’ vs. ‘growing old together’

‘brocedes’ vs. ‘sewis’

[yin-and-yangyoseob]

not to be insane on main but I just had very overwhelming thought about brocedes and sewis: because everyone saw how much lewis talked about seb and honored him and just all-in-all celebrated his career in 2022 after he announced his retirement. he brought him up every chance he got and posted about and of him. it was very clear to anyone who cared how much seb's friendship and support meant to lewis.

and just. had they not fallen out of their friendship, lewis wouldve probably honored nico the same way because of how pivotal he was to quite literally everything.

[bbglewis]

bestie thoughts on all seb ships (rank them please 🥺🥺🥺)

OKAY THEN

1. Sewis- without question. it's the soulmatism. the parallels. the unabashed love for one another. its the LORE. it's the "one single thread of gold tied me to you"

2. Martian- the PLOT. the dynamics. the angst. the reconciliation. i will never shut up

3. Sebson- maybe an unpopular opinion but GODDAMN IT they were fucking okay. it's the feral behaviour of the early 2010s. the flirting. it's SOLAR FLARE

4. Sebchal - okay catholic(Ferrari) guilt. it's the themes. the potential. the star crossed lovers of it all for me.

5. Sebmarkson- Yeah. That's it.

6. Sebcedes- bc it's fucking funny

to me the rest are just... there

• Simi- see I get it but it's so meh

•Sebdan- better platonic

•Smick- REALLY REALLY depends on the way it's written, otherwise it's better platonic/familial

•Vettonso- it's batshit crazy 😭😭

•Seb/Michael - again, it REALLY DEPENDS on how it's done or it's WEIRD

[blorbocedes]

For the prompt game: woke up in the wrong body? Clonecest? German twincest? They get freaky friday'd? Whatever your heart desires

Lewis doesn't actually notice anything’s wrong until Nico says, “Don’t worry, we’ll be good. Right, Lew?” to Toto at the end of the Wednesday debrief, flashing a sunny smile.

Lewis stiffens immediately. Nico hasn't called him that in years. What angle is he playing at here? And since when does he joke around during debriefs? Thinking back, Nico had been bouncing around the garage, peeking at both their cars’ suspensions and chatting animatedly to the engineers, even on Lewis’ side of the garage.

The meeting ends, with Toto and Paddy dispersing the team and Nico hangs around, lingering.

“What was that back there?”

Nico sways, shifting his weight from one heel to the other. “Just being good teammates. Buddies, friends.”

Before Lewis can react, Sebastian Vettel storms in with his Ferrari race suit unzipped at the waist, snapping in rapid German.

Nico looks guilty in a sheepish way, says something back that Lewis can only make out his name from.

What the fuck is going on?

Lewis turns to Seb because he doesn't want to deal with Nico being weird. “Hey, man, you're not supposed to be here.”

Seb grimaces, it looks all wrong on his mouth. And his hair is… styled? Coiffed, almost. Lewis wasn't aware Sebastian owned a brush. Nico, on the other hand, had completely unstyled hair today, bangs falling over his eyes like he air dried after taking a shower; not his usual put together self. Lewis doesn't think about him or his hair routine to wonder why.

“You are right,” Seb says with none of his usual playfulness. His mouth is flattened into a thin line. “Nico, a word?”

“Am I in trouble?” Nico quips. “I barely even looked at the cars! Seriously, might be better for your championship chances if you're not dangling your balls in the pool.”

It's a pretty nonsensical remark, especially from Nico who uses controlled diplomacy as a double edged sword. Sebastian, on the other hand, frowns – eyebrows scrunching and mouth going in an almost perfect displeased scowl. It doesn't suit Seb, but it's a face he’s seen a million times on Nico, has teased out of him, has put it on every time he misses a pole, a win, a podium. The way Nico’s standing, his hair, the way he's carrying himself – it's all wrong.

Lewis grabs Nico by the arm. “You're not –” Lewis doesn't even finish his accusation because it's absurd.

Nico looks at him, surprised, and then breaks into a shit-eating grin, self possessed and cocky. “He really doesn't give you enough credit. He thought you wouldn't notice.”

“I shouldn't have trusted you to act normal.” Is Sebastian’s sullen reply, eyes narrowed and zeroed in on where Lewis is holding Nico’s arm. Lewis lets go, suddenly self-conscious.

He hates this, being talked over like he's not even there. The mechanics are starting to notice from outside that Sebastian Vettel in red in their conference room, as if Silvia’s going to come chasing after him any minute. Lewis’ curiosity wins over the facade of being cool and not cracking in case Sebastian and Nico woke up and decided to become best friends and pull an orchestrated prank on him.

“Will either of you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“Lewis, we need to talk. Somewhere private. Your motorhome.” Sebastian’s tone is bossy, standing arms crossed. He doesn't wait, setting off with a determined ease like he knows exactly where it is.

Nico follows suit, adding in a stage whisper, “By that, he means sex.”

[antimonyandthyme]

circle endless

2k, sebcedes, explicit content

They both claimed they had too much to drink. That was fine, and possibly true. Nico had been handing out shots all night. At one point, he’d licked the salt off the back of Sebastian’s hand like it was a perfectly normal thing to do, glint in his eyes far too bright and knowing.

It didn’t matter. Sebastian liked driving.

“Go slow,” Nico slurred, or fake-slurred. “I like seeing you drive.”

“Who wouldn’t,” Lewis said.

Maybe they knew him a little too well. Sebastian sat up straighter, held the wheel tighter, the praise a sickening coil in his belly. He hovered just under the speed limit while they made out in the backseat.

Easy enough for Sebastian to keep one eye on the road. Lewis hated driving outside of a track, and Nico picked every other Toyota or Ford to hate, but Sebastian enjoyed the easiness of traffic. It was no big task waiting at a red light. Listening to All Shook Up by Elvis on the classic rock station. Watching Lewis and Nico swap air like they couldn’t get enough, while Nico slipped a hand unashamedly down Lewis’ waistband. On a scale of one to ten, this probably ranked pretty mid for a regular cabbie. No one was vomiting. No one was crying. No one was holding a gun to his head.

Yet.

Sebastian alighted them at the guest lobby, fairly deserted at this hour. He waved the valet over, then gave him a twenty to look the other way while Sebastian unfolded two semi-drunk Formula 1 drivers from the back.

Nico was giggling at something Lewis was saying. His usually flawless hair was decidedly flawed, all mussed up from someone running their hands through it. He flopped out of the car, lips dangerously close to Lewis’ very obvious erection. Sebastian straightened him up and eased him on his feet. Nico looked at Sebastian like he could see right through him.

“Aren’t you coming up?”

“I’m one hotel down,” Sebastian said. Nico rolled his eyes while Lewis’ jaw tightened. They all knew that.

“You can’t be this thick, Sebastian.”

“Maybe he’s not interested,” Lewis said, tone neutral.

“Oh,” Nico said, raking his eyes up and down Sebastian, “he’s interested.”

“I’m—” Not? Not not interested? He was looking down the barrel, pointed to his head at last. An unloaded gun wasn’t supposed to carry this much weight. Sebastian could say no, turn around, drive away, and what could they do to him that hasn’t already been done? They’ve just about taken every race in the season.  

“It’s a two-for-one deal,” Nico said, very salesman like, as if he sensed Sebastian just needed an extra push.

Nico’s hip was cocked to meet Lewis’ groin. They were joined together at all their sharpest, angriest angles. Sebastian could see them as a priceless painting, something people stared at and could never get enough of. All those lines and shapes and colours. There was so much to look at.

“We’ll treat you right,” Lewis said softly. Sebastian had to lean in to hear, a fish on a hook. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

Sebastian called for the valet, who scrambled over, expectant. There was something equally expectant in both Nico’s and Lewis’ gazes too. The idling Ferrari sat, almost pretty in its uselessness. Where was its siren call when Sebastian needed it most? He handed the valet another twenty, and then the keys.

--

Nico’s grip under his knees was unrelenting. He was holding Sebastian open like two oyster halves, pearl on display in the middle. The hard line of Nico’s dick pressed like a hot poker against his back. He squirmed, and Nico let one hand go to smack him on the back of his thigh. His body had lost all finesse without Nico holding him up, and Sebastian’s free leg shot out, catching Lewis on the hip.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Spoiling for a fight,” Nico said. Lewis didn’t even look up from the kick. He was staring at a spot somewhere far below Sebastian’s eyeline. Sebastian’s ears burned. His hole fluttered in anticipation. He watched as Lewis swallowed. “You’re just Lewis’ type.”

“I am right here,” Lewis said mildly, like he was used to this. How many people had they invited in this way? Sebastian forced the question back down his throat. You didn’t ask things you didn’t want the answers to.

“You won’t believe,” Nico went on, “how long he’s wanted this. How many times we’ve fought and fucked over this.”

Sebastian knew what to look for—the clenching of Lewis’ jaw, and there it was. He was starting to feel akin to a stuffed teddy bear being torn in half between two children. By tomorrow, he’d be nothing but shredded fabric.

Control had been a pretense ever since he agreed to drive, but Sebastian wouldn’t be Sebastian without trying. “You’re telling me you don’t like this?” Sebastian twisted his torso around to look up at Nico. Through his eyelashes, the way that seemed to irk Nico every time he saw Sebastian do it. “Me, naked in your arms, you don’t like it?”

“I like you—” Nico said slowly, and the pause in between those words and the next was long enough for a stupid little thrill to creep into Sebastian’s chest “—restrained.”

His hand was back on the underside of Sebastian’s knee, and he peeled Sebastian apart with even more vigour than before. Sebastian’s hips were going be in a world of hurt tomorrow. He had no leverage, no give. Nico was a lot stronger than he appeared.

Lewis circled Sebastian’s hole with a lubed-up finger, almost apologetically. He dipped his middle finger in just partway, before pulling out and petting Sebastian’s rim again. In and out, just taking his time. Played with Sebastian until his hole was almost intolerably sensitive. Sebastian was making small, gasping noises. His cock was starting to drool. He couldn’t see Nico’s face, held in place as he were, but he pictured it pleased, before mentally rearranging it to smug.

“For someone so fast,” Sebastian said to Lewis, “you’re being awfully slow.”

It was enough to drag Lewis’ attention up. He looked exasperated, a familiar expression, and unbearably fond, a not-so-familiar expression. Sebastian wondered which one was for who, and decided he liked that it was ambiguous enough that he had to guess. “Seb,” Lewis said. He wrapped his large hand around Sebastian’s cock, didn’t move it, just lay it there. Sebastian moaned like it was torture. “Relax.”

“I can’t,” Sebastian admitted, wriggling helplessly in Nico’s arms. He bore down on Lewis’ finger, and was mildly satisfied at the wounded sound Lewis made. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Come here, then,” Nico said, in a manner Sebastian could only describe as bossy. He let out a hysterical giggle against Nico’s lips. Competitive, even here. He thought he might have understood. It wasn’t enough that they won everything this year. It was never going to be enough. That’s what made them the best. Sebastian was right likening them to a painting. A picture of ultimate appeal. How could anyone ever say no to that?

Nico offered him his most unimpressed look, before shoving his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian focussed on the slick slide of their tongues, and he loosened up under their touches. Lewis had two fingers in his hole now, searching, probing.

“Fucking Christ,” Nico said. His lip was going to be beautifully swollen tomorrow. Lewis had thrust his fingers up against Sebastian’s prostate, and Sebastian had bit down on the closest thing available.

Lewis looked delighted. Sebastian grinned. Lewis grinned back. Nico sank his teeth into the meat of Sebastian’s shoulder in retaliation. This was all starting to become very funny. Sebastian liked to think he did better in the funny. The same way he did better in the wet. In the right conditions, even collisions could be fun.

“If the two of you are going to fight over me,” Sebastian said, craning his neck to look at them both, “then fight over me, damn. Schoolboys could do this better.”

Lewis pushed against his prostate, and Nico’s teeth clamped around his nipple. Sensation jolted through him from all directions. His synapses were rewiring, his skin was hot. Oh. Sebastian might have bitten off more than he could chew.

Fuck it. They were somewhere far ahead, and Sebastian needed to catch up.  

Nico’s hands were no longer holding Sebastian’s knees up. He was rolling Sebastian’s left nipple in between his fingers, and sucking Sebastian’s brain out through his right. Sebastian sagged back against Nico’s solid chest. Lewis’ fingers were stuffing him so full he could barely breathe. His cock lay neglected on his stomach, while Lewis rolled his balls leisurely in his palm. In stringing Sebastian along the edge, they were united.

“Please,” he gasped, limbs trembling. He was so hard it hurt. “Lewis. Nico. Lew—ah, Nico. Please.”

The world went stark when Lewis pushed in, and Nico’s hand found his cock. Sebastian’s mind went to a different place. A second time, a third. Nico fucking him while he fucked Lewis. Lewis riding Nico while Sebastian watched. Sebastian sucking Nico’s cock while Lewis fucked him so hard he saw stars. It all played out before him, as predictable as the season went.

The ending? Predictable as well. There wasn’t a way this went that would end with all of them being happy.

He was wailing, calling out for impossible things, calling out for them both. Nico’s fingers were mean on the head of his cock, pinching and rubbing at his slit. Lewis was splitting him open.

Two-for-one. Two against one. Sebastian didn’t really stand a chance.

He came with a garbled shout. Was it their names? He wasn’t sure. Nico was kissing his cheeks, now wet with tears. Lewis fucked into him gently. He twitched and shuddered in their arms. Someone was petting his hair, someone was stroking his hip. Sebastian floated, suspended in air. Perfect stillness. He could make out the landing zone, but it could wait.

--

Everyone was at the weekend party. When the winner was already decided, it lent itself to greater relaxation. Why stress when you already knew the result? Even Kimi couldn’t stay away.

Oh, fuck. Even Kimi.

Sebastian was going to have to get used to Nico licking his hand like a stray dog. Nico’s tongue felt rough against his skin—or was it his skin that felt rough against Nico’s tongue? The lights were blurring everything. It was the fifth shot Nico had downed. He was going to actually be drunk this time. Lewis was off sulking somewhere. Toto had yelled at them both. Tonight was going to be rough. Anticipation curled in Sebastian like a spark in an engine.

Kimi didn’t say much. He never needed to.

“It’s not—” Sebastian couldn’t finish his sentence. Not when he didn’t know what it was himself.

Kimi grunted.

He wasn’t being taken advantage of if he allowed it. He wasn't being used if he used back. And it wasn’t wrong if he wanted it.

“It’s just some fun,” he said weakly.

“Is it,” Kimi said. He pried the shot Nico had shoved into Sebastian’s hand away. Stared at it for a second with distaste, before downing it himself.

Sebastian barked out a laugh. “You’re a good friend, iceman.”

“Good friends tell their friends off when they’re being stupid,” Kimi said. He clicked his teeth together, before shrugging. “Don’t drink if you’re driving.”

It was the best advice he could give, being that it was the only advice Sebastian would listen to. Maybe they’d just been that obvious. Maybe the three of them would circle endlessly on a mobius strip until their tires ran into the ground. In every one of the scenarios, a crash.

Half-past midnight found Sebastian waiting by the car. The air was crisp enough to wake him up. Nico stumbled out first, shirt askew. Lewis showed up, not five minutes later, like he couldn’t even wait long enough to fake a believable story.

“You driving?” Lewis said.

It wasn’t a question that needed answering. Sebastian held up the keys.

[preet-01]

For the drabble ask can I ask for 8. D. ?

8 — Omegaverse AU; D — "Well. It could be worse than this, I guess." "Could it?"

At least seven different pregnancy tests rested between them on the table. Despite taking the tests, they had known just by Lewis' scent changes. It had gotten significantly sweeter and drove both alphas insane for the British omega.

"Well..." Sebastian trails off as he looks at the positive pregnancy tests.

"It could be worse than this, I guess," Nico finishes for him. In his opinion, it could always be worse.

"Could it?" Lewis is exasperated as he looks at the two alphas. He's got a pup in his belly and they don't know who's the goddamn father. "How could it possibly be worse?" he questions them. Fucking hell, maybe he should've listened to Valtteri's teasing of him being too horny for blond, German alphas. He'd been too horny and now he was carrying a pup. Whoever thought two heat partners was a great idea was a fucking idiot.

(It had been Fernando, who'd bragged about spending his last heat with both Mark and Jenson. And well, Lewis couldn't let Fernando have all the fun. Their 2007 rivalry had continued on at a somewhat less controversial scale. But of course, something Fernando would brag about would lead to Lewis getting knocked up and not knowing which heat partner had fathered his pup.)

"Well there could be other potential fathers making it harder-" Nico began to say, completely missing the glare that Sebastian was giving him.

"So now you're calling me a whore," Lewis cuts him off with a scoff.

"What? No, Lew-"

"What Nico means to say is that we will both be here to support you, regardless of who the father is," Sebastian cuts in this time. He rues the day that he decided to become a pseudo-therapist for the pair and fall into bed with them both. Well, he rues it just slightly, he did like having both of them in bed with him and he does like the idea of a pup that is half Lewis.

[justaboutsnapped]

and so it begins...

i look at this picture and some quietly threatening theme from the social network soundtrack starts playing in my head