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“Well, nice to meet you officially then, Max,” George says as they step away.
For a brief moment, Max thinks this is it. He’s been unmasked, George knows who he is, finally remembers him. But when he looks up, the man is as surprisingly casual as he’s been since they got out of their cars, no recognition in sight. He sighs in relief, nodding as he watches how George offers his hand.
“Yeah. Nice to meet you, George Russell,” he mutters. He delights in the laughter it earns him, George’s palm warm against his own.
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Jos Verstappen had a son. A gifted child, a prodigy, promised to a solid racing career- Until he vanished without a trace. Jos pretends the kid simply didn’t have it in him, lacked the drive, tells whoever will listen the boy bolted away as soon as he could.
Truth is, Max has been drifting aimlessly for years, since his father threw him out the door, and crushed any attempts he’s made to pursue his dream. He goes from place to place, race to race in underground circles, with no goal in sight but the next thrill to come. Until a chance encounter with two-times championship winner George Russell, who’s grown weary of being at the top of his game, changes things.
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25 Feb 2026
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“Maybe you just need to learn to drive better. Maybe then Ferrari wouldn’t have dropped you.”
“Yeah?” Carlos asked, fiery. “Is that so?”
“Yeah,” Oscar said, all the confidence in the world behind his word.
“You really need to be taught when to keep your mouth shut, Piastri,” Carlos snarled. Oscar’s eyebrows raised.
“That’s cute,” Oscar was playing with fire. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass.” Carlos let out a short, manic laugh.
“You know you’d beg for it,” he muttered. “You can’t get enough of me.” Maybe he couldn’t, but he certainly wouldn’t say that.
“I’ve always hated you, Sainz,” Oscar refuted. “Today was just the rude reminder why.”
OR: Oscar is in love with Lando, but there's one problem: he's an omega, and Lando is into alphas. Feeling bad, Carlos offers to help Oscar out. All seems well until they make a horrible mistake that may or may not involve two particularly well-placed bites.
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16 Feb 2026
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Nico never intended to be a reporter. They gossiped and speculated and spread rumours they had no business even thinking about. He liked some of them well enough, and he liked being able to cause a little chaos here and there by pointing out the shit that other reporters liked to gloss over. He never intended to retire from F1 alone, either, or that early into his career. It seemed like the right thing to do, at the time.
Lewis never intended to think about Nico this much, let alone on a race day. Then again, it's hard not to think about him when he's up in the commentary box showing pictures of the two of them as kids.
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“We’ll win together, right?” he said after a long, long while.
Nico nodded, hearing his hair rustle over his pillowcase with the movement. It seemed unconscionably loud. “Of course, Lew. When we get to F1, we’ll be teammates, and we’ll win. Promise.”
“Promise,” Lewis repeated.
Nico didn’t know when he fell asleep, but he remembered the morning. He remembered waking up curled into Lewis like a sunflower towards the sun, and how it felt as natural as breathing to move a little closer and stave off the start of their day a little longer.
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12 Feb 2026
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Here’s the thing about Charles Leclerc: Max Verstappen is never going to be able to fully escape him. Not really. Not in a way that matters.
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Max Verstappen tries his best to move past his infatuation with Charles Leclerc. Because it's not serious. It can't be. Loving him means losing him, and that's something he completely refuses to do. However, it's not easy with Charles following him around all the time, looking like that, sounding like that, being like that - being Charles Leclerc.
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24 Jan 2026
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“We are of course celebrating,” Max says simply. “Or commiserating. Your choice.”
And he can tell he means it. For once, it really is Oscar’s choice, and it’s one he’s not going to be judged for making. The relief is instant, and overwhelming.
Or: Oscar is retiring, probably. The first person he tells is Max.
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12 Jan 2026