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George's bright smile vanishes, replaced by a frosty facade of politeness. "Well. I guess I'll see you on the top step Sunday, then?"
His tone still rings sharp with sarcasm. It fills Max with absurd glee.
"Will you be rooting for me in the stands?"
George huffs and pulls a VIP paddock pass from his coat pocket, the lanyard tangled between his long fingers. "Definitely not."
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Max doesn't intend to spend his weekend riling up Lewis's model friend—it just sort of happens. That's how it all begins.
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19 Feb 2026
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"Back to you, though," Lando looked at George. "What's wrong with the current job?"
"Nothing. Just not paying enough."
"Suck your boss' dick? He might pay you more then," Lando offered yet another sex related idea.
"He has a wife," George glared.
"And? He might be suppressing some homosexual feelings."
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Or in which George is trying his best to make money while preferably keeping his dignity, and his friends are anything but helpful. Spolier: he doesn't succeed. But hey, who wouldn't want Max Verstappen to be their sugar daddy? Well, apparently George.- Language:
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07 Feb 2026
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Russtappen, Landoscar and Charlos all intertwined together into one universe. Currently open-ended as I might add one shots or Bearnelli in the future.
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02 Feb 2026
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He leaned closer. "Whose kid is that?"
"Yours," Toto said.
George blinked. Then barked a short, incredulous laugh. "I beg your pardon?"
"Not yours in the traditional sense," Toto continued evenly. "During your third-year thesis, you provided blood samples for the immune vector testing. I retained a strain for… further experimentation."
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01 Feb 2026
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George Russell has spent centuries perfecting the art of passing as human by cycling identities, planting memories, manipulating records, and keeping his nature hidden under layers of charm and precision. In his current life, Formula 1 should’ve been the perfect camouflage: constant travel, curated media, and a background polished enough to hide in plain sight.
But Max Verstappen ruins everything.
Or: What if George Russell is a vampire, Max Verstappen is the only one who notices, and now they’re bound by the secret?
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29 Jan 2026