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(Just one time, I don’t want to go buy a condom, please, schatje, I’m so horny I’ll pull out I promise—)
Yeah. George still cringes at the memory.
---Or: Teen mom George Russell learning to live with himself.
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- Part 3 of Z's Anon Fics
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Ever since George clawed his way into Formula One, it was clear that he and Max Verstappen were like oil and water, two people destined to clash no matter what. The constant fighting, the cold dislike, the conflict was an inevitability. And as far as George was concerned, it was impossible for it to be any other way.
And then he wakes up.
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08 Feb 2026
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lizzy @folklore
GUYS?? I’M AT THE TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT RIGHT NOW AND I SWEAR I JUST SAW MAX VERSTAPPEN??or
Max Verstappen is spotted at a Taylor Swift concert with an unknown woman. The internet goes wild.
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Lewis turns away from him, the man's gaze too piercing and too knowing, and regards the room he’s in, his eye pausing on a handful of proudly displayed trophies, helmets, and framed photographs.
The man cups his chin between his thumb and forefinger and turns his head back around. His touch doesn’t feel foreign, even though it should. Even though Lewis doesn’t like strangers touching him, and wouldn’t let just anyone get so close and invade his personal space like this. And yet, his first reaction isn’t to recoil; if anything, his instincts virtually scream at him to lean into the hold, into the palm now sliding up to rest against his cheek.
This isn’t the touch of a stranger, clearly, and his subconsciousness knows it.
“No, don’t look at those.”
“Why not?”
“Spoilers,” the guy —he really should learn his name soon— giggles.
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"It's probably because of Russtappen," Kimi said with a grin.
George frowned. "What?"
The PR manager looked uncomfortable. "Kimi is referring to a ship," she said awkwardly. "A significant portion of fans online are… enthusiastic about the tension between you and Verstappen. They interpret it romantically."
George felt his brain stall, like an engine cutting out mid-corner. "I'm sorry, what?"
[After stumbling across Russtappen fan videos, George begins to wonder if Max might actually have a thing for him. He could use that. He could make Verstappen pay. But the lines between manipulation, obsession, and desire blur faster than he anticipates.]