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As prompted by the chaos in my inbox the other day:
MER-CEDES
George’s is half Thresher Shark, and Lewis is half Tiger Shark. They’re being followed by Remora aka Shark suckers, like most big fish, though they seem to be too busy flirting to notice.
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george and lewis could fuck on top of the car and ppl on twt would still find a way to make it an evil calculated move on both their parts lol
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#the.... romanticizing of e*zo is... really something#some of the takes i've seen are wilddddd dsjkajdkas
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squishes george squishes george squishes george squishes george squishes george squishes george squishes george squishes george squishes george squi-
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he's standing like a sim waiting for his next order imsjdklsjlkdjaskldjsakldjaskl
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no, YOU’RE looking at him respectfully. i’m objectifying him to filth we’re built different
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I had a dream that for some reason there was this magic school in the sky and Logan and some other girl were doing a study exchange there and I guess the headmaster was some huge buff guy and made them do some kinda test that Logan failed anyways ppl were mean as hell to him so he had to leave and George and Lando???? Walked with him to this huge multilevel parking garage that looked out to the sea and apparently connected several countries or sth and George gave Logan a huge blue bird plushie lol anyways Logan was like "my dad is always in the truck looking out to the ocean" so they go to where Logan said and they see his dad (who is NOT logan's dad idk what his dad looks like but whoever my mind dreamed up looked like a stereotypical country singer) and Logan had shrunk the plushie to be pocket sized so his dad wouldn't see it and his dad started screaming at him and George n Lando were like 🧍♂️
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reblogging with ones I've done/am working on :3
Send me one of these prompts and I'll write a little drabble (:
Too many beds
Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss
Really nice guy who hates only you
Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class
Divorce of convenience
True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)
Dating your enemy’s sibling
Lovers to enemies
Hate at first sight
Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead
Fake amnesia
Soulmates who are fated to kill each other
Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating
Too hot to cuddle
based on this post
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Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead😁👀
a little late and sort of maybe a twist on the prompt but i am HERE
George sighed as he trudged into the main part of the lavish mansion he and the other finalists were staying in.
Or rather, finalist. One contestant left without a rose, which meant that just he and Lewis Hamilton remained.
Quite frankly, he wasn't really sure why he'd gone along with this whole reality TV show thing in the first place, but George with his painfully long romantic streak had really thought he'd fallen in love with the bachelor of the season, and why not? After all, the man was tall, handsome, funny, and a great chef to boot. When George had gone on his first date alone with the bachelor, he thought he was the one.
Now, though, despite competing for his love and affection against so many other potential love interests (and winning more often than not), George found himself... uninterested.
It was ridiculous - He'd gone on so many dates, shared kisses, dinners, and even spoke at length about how perfect this guy was for him. They had so many hobbies in common and were even from the same area. With just one potential lover left, George should be feeling more ready than ever to win his heart.
But the last love interest was Lewis, and Lewis was...
God, he hated him at first, but as the show wore on, George got to know him and couldn't help but like what he saw. How could he not? They lived in the same space for months and months on end, constantly interacting in competitions and at night when they collected more and more roses.
Lewis was strong-willed, with a fiery competitive streak, and was so addicted to adrenaline that George wondered how he hadn't given himself a heart attack yet. He was so incredibly different to George - enough that he should constantly grate at his nerves, and at first he did, but then...
Then George would see how soft Lewis got when talking about his family and home. Would see how gentle he was with others, even in the midst of competition, always checking to make sure everyone was alright. Lewis would remember little details about the bachelor, of course, but also the other contestants he got along with - George included. He couldn't help but be enamoured by it all, especially when Lewis would ask him about his home or about whatever hobby he'd talked about earlier on in the competition.
They were little things, practically forgettable, but George was moved.
Because the bachelor, for all his beauty and smarts and humour, couldn't even remember George's favourite food, despite constantly saying how deep their connection was and how they knew each other "inside and out". It was silly, but George figured he'd made it this far, so why shouldn't he expect a little more?
It was the night before the final rose, and George and Lewis had finished their last solo dates with the bachelor. George had gone on a long walk with him, sharing kisses and a luxurious dinner together, with George smiling and trying to ignore the constant cameras surrounding them. It was a perfect date, ideal, but despite it being everything George would love, he was bored.
He looked up as Lewis sat down in the living space, looking similarly tired and wondered.
"So... How did your date go?" George asked hesitantly. The two had gotten shockingly close during the show, but he still felt a little awkward asking about their dates.
Lewis shrugged. "It was nice."
"Just nice?"
"How was yours?" Lewis asked back, and George bit his lip.
"...It was nice."
The two sat in silence for a long while before Lewis sighed. "Hey. Don't... don't yell at me, okay?"
George blinked. "O-okay."
"Do... do you want to go on a walk? Outside maybe? The sky is clear and the stars are out." Lewis said softly, looking a little awkward, and George found it incredibly... cute.
"Sure. That sounds nice. I could use some fresh air."
Lewis smiled and the two headed outside, ignoring the quiet cameras that followed.
They walked along the outside of the mansion for a bit, chatting about everything and nothing at the same time, and George felt lighter than he had in months. With Lewis, he didn't feel like he had to perform, and he was a little surprised to realise just how much he'd morphed himself into an ideal of his personality to fit the bachelor's wants and needs. With Lewis, he didn't have to worry about saying something wrong that would lose him a rose.
Sitting down on a hill, the two looked up at the stars.
"It's nice to relax once in a while." Lewis said softly, and George gazed at him, admiring the way the moonlight lit up Lewis' side-profile.
Perhaps it was the moon, or nervousness about tomorrow, or any number of things, but George began to wonder.
He'd gotten to know Lewis just as much as the bachelor over the months, perhaps more so due to their constant proximity. He'd seen Lewis in all sorts of states, both beautiful and annoying. He'd gotten on Lewis' nerves and vice versa. Competed with him, laughed with him, cried with him.
Lewis turned to look at George, who didn't look away, and somehow understood that he was on the same page.
"Hey... don't yell at me, okay?" George said softly, and Lewis gave a gentle smile.
"Okay."
Heart beating in his chest, George leaned forward a little, closing his eyes and capturing Lewis' lips in his.
He felt his heart soar when Lewis kissed back.
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I would like to apologise beforehand. I did not expect it turn this angsty, I promise.
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It comes out of nowhere.
Lewis is hanging out with Sebastian when the pain strikes first. It’s so bad that Lewis doubles over, gripping the edge of the table.
“Lewis.” Seb rushes over. “You okay? What is going on?”
“I d-don’t know.”
Lewis rucks up his shirt. The name engraved on his waist burns. It’s worse than the time George’s name first appeared in that area.
“It’s George. Something happened to George.”
Memories flash into his mind.
The first time they met.
[Hi, I’m George Russell.
Hello, George Russell. I’m Lewis Hamilton.
Everyone knows who you are.]
The first time they hugged.
[I’m sorry what happened to you and Nico. You deserve the championship as well.
Only one person can get it.
I know. I’m still sorry.
Thanks.
You look like you can use a hug.]
The first time they shared a podium together.
[Congrats, man.
Thank you.]
The first time they went for dinner as teammates.
[How about I take you out for dinner? As a ‘Welcome to Mercedes’ teammates dinner.
I would like that.]
The first time they kissed.
[Lewis, just kiss me.
Gladly.]
The first time they went out on a date.
[George, do you want to go out for dinner?
As teammates?
As a date. A date dinner.
Yes, yes, of course. I would love that.]
Another pain strikes. Lewis screams, his eyes filling up with tears.
“Lewis!” Seb stretches out his arms to catch Lewis as he stumbles. He manoeuvres the two to sit on the floor so the upper half of Lewis’ body is leaning against him.
It takes several moments before Lewis musters up to speak again, breath stuttering horribly. He’s shaking, his entire body trembling.
“Seb,” Lewis says, his voice cracking. “Seb, there’s something very wrong with George.”
He tries reaching out to George through their bond. Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay. Come on, sweetheart. Just give me something. Just a little something.
“Ah!” Lewis cries out, clutching his hand over the soul mark.
He can’t breathe. Their bond…it goes silent. It goes completely silent. Lewis knows what he means. He refuses to believe it.
“Seb.” The desperation in his tone doesn’t even match an inkling of the pain he is in. “Seb, I can’t feel him. I can’t feel him.”
His vision goes blurry. The pain is too much to handle.
“Lewis.” Sebastian taps Lewis’ cheek repeatedly. He has never felt as helpless as he does now. “Keep your eyes open. Stay with me, stay with me.”
It’s the last thing Lewis hears before he falls unconscious.
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George will be fine. He doesn’t die, I promise. No one come at me. Lewis just doesn’t know it yet.
#gewis#WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS NAURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR#GEORGE JUST STUBBED HIS TOE AND THE BOND IS BEING DRAMATIC ABOUT IT
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formula 1 with the 5th highest percentage of omegaverse fics out of all fandoms on ao3 good work everyone hit the showers
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fake dating + pregnancy fic👀
Hehe, here you go. Hope you like it😁
The double vertical lines glare at him.
The results are positive. They are positive. He is pregnant. He can’t be pregnant. There could be a chance that the results are wrong, right? They aren’t always true. But what are the chances that all five of the tests are wrong?
He’s pregnant. He’s pregnant. He’s pregnant.
Knock. Knock.
“George?” Lewis’ voice filters in from the other side of the door. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” George croaks, “it’s open.”
Lewis slips in the bathroom. He takes in George sitting on top of the toilet, lid down. Four pregnancy sticks laid on the sink and one in George’s hands. It doesn’t take an intellectual to figure out what it says but Lewis asks anyway.
“Is it—”
“Yeah.”
“All five of them?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
This wasn’t supposed to happen, George thinks. Him and Lewis were two weeks away from staging a fake break-up. They had a whole plan for it. They had come up with that plan together with their teams.
After some fucking media released pictures of George and Lewis from a private event, they had pretended to be dating. Telling the fans they were just fuck buddies wasn’t even an option. So with Mercedes and Ferrari, George and Lewis had agreed they’ll pretend to date for a few months and then break-up. It was all going so smoothly until the night Lewis dropped him home after having dinner with the older man’s family. They had gone long enough without sleeping together when they started fake dating. That night was all it took for them to break their unspoken agreement.
So really this is on them more than anyone or anything (except maybe the condom they used. It clearly didn’t serve its purpose). They shouldn’t have slept together that night.
Cold hands flatten on his stomach.
“Crikey!” George hisses, breaking out of his daze. “What’re you doing? And why are your hands so cold?”
Somewhere during his daze, Lewis had come closer to George. Because Lewis is crouching down between his legs, rubbing circles on his skin. His eyes are on the same level as his stomach. “You’re pregnant.”
“Yes, now stop it.” George tries to pull Lewis’ hands away but the older man stays persistent. “Lewis, you aren’t going to feel anything yet. I, on the other hand, am feeling your cold hands. So please take them off.”
“Sorry.” Lewis doesn’t sound sorry at all and takes his hands away very slowly. His gaze stays fixated, nonetheless. “There is a baby in there.”
George snorts. “Yes, thank you for letting me know.”
Lewis looks at George.
“Sorry.” George is the one apologising this time. “I know we are both in shock right now.”
“Shock is a fucking understatement.”
Silence befalls over them for two minutes until George speaks. “We’re supposed to fake a break-up in two weeks.”
“I mean, we still could.” Lewis shrugs his shoulders. “Exes co-parent all the time.”
George rolls his lower lip between his teeth, gnawing at it.
Lewis tugs George’s lip out, swiping his thumb over the flesh. “But, I don’t think we should. I think it would be easier if we’re still—if we still pretend to be together.”
“You still want to do that?”
“Whatever we do,” Lewis says, cupping George’s cheek, “we do it together. You won’t be alone, love.”
George’s breathing slows. He knew Lewis wouldn’t just run away but hearing it is different. It felt good. It calmed him down, no matter how little.
Lewis presses a fleeting kiss on George’ stomach, making the man jump, and stands up. “Come on.”
George places his hand into Lewis’ extended one so Lewis could pull him up. “Where?”
“We can talk about the rest and what to do later. Right now, we’re going back to sleep.”
George opens his mouth to protest.
“We can’t do anything until our minds are clear. The edges of Lewis’ mouth curve upwards. “We have to take baby steps.”
George stares at Lewis.
“Too soon?”
“It hasn’t even been half an hour yet.”
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I was originally gonna do gewis fake dating because George is pregnant. So gewis are sleeping together and George falls pregnant. So to avoid backlash and people talking bad about George, him and Lewis decide to tell the others that they are together. But then I remembered one of my wips so this is basically a fic divergence, if you will. I was like what if gewis are already fake dating and George ends up pregnant during that🤔It was a different take to the prompt and I already liked it so I went with it.
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59 Interrupted Declaration of Love and 14 Bodyguard AU!! <3
So I might have written a scene instead. I used this universe.
George wipes his knife on the handkerchief, the material darkening from the blood. “Well, that wasn’t too bad, was it?”
Lewis raises an eyebrow, looking up at George from where he is crouching down and searching for something in the dead man’s jacket. “You say that because you won’t be the one cleaning the mess.”
“You won’t be either. We have a cleaning crew for a reason.”
George looks around at the mass of dead bodies, floor covered in blood. Yeah, that’s gonna be a lot of work. He makes a mental note to send a gift or something to the cleaning crew for their efforts.
Lewis finally finds the chip he was searching for and stands up. “How far away did they say they were?”
“5 minutes.”
“Good.” Lewis walks up to George. He licks his thumb before wiping away the blood on George’s cheek. “You should clean yourself up. I have a spare set of clothes in the car.”
George pulls at Lewis’ other arm, guiding it to wrap around his waist. He presses their stomachs together and leans in to whisper in the older man’s ear. “Or we can make the best out of these 5 minutes and do something else.” He kisses the tattoo behind Lewis’ ear.
Lewis twists his head and catches George’s lips into his own, kissing him for a solid fifteen seconds. “Nice try but if any of them tells Susie they saw you like this, she’ll have my head.”
“Scared of her, are you?”
“She assigned me as your bodyguard. I’m supposed to protect you, not involve you in these things.”
“I can protect myself.”
“I know.” Lewis steals another kiss. “And you look very hot doing that.”
George grins against Lewis’ lips. “I lo–”
Lights flicker through the window, lighting up the dark room. George and Lewis break apart.
“I thought you said 5 minutes.” Lewis’ forehead crinkles.
“They did.”
Both George and Lewis press themselves against the wall on either side of the window. Lewis peeks through the gap of the curtain and the window. “That’s not them.”
“Blimey!” George whistles when he sees the silver car. “That’s a fancy car. Can we take it with us?”
Lewis pulls out his gun. “The one with the most kills gets it?”
George smirks, pulling out his gun as well. “You’re on.”
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“too hot to cuddle” pleaseeee <333
ohhh YES
George whimpered softly as he felt himself wake up. He was beyond hot and sweaty and the room felt stagnant and oppressively humid.
God, usually he didn't mind the summer, but because his apartment building's air conditioning had decided to break, he really, really fucking hated it. The entire day he felt sticky and wet, and to make things worse not even going out really helped because the outdoors provided no respite, and he could only pretend to look around in stores and sip at his drink in a cafe for so long before he started to look a little weird.
He'd taken a cold shower and that helped a little bit as he got into bed with Lewis, but now here he was, awake, sweaty, uncomfortable, and a boyfriend with a too-hot, equally sweaty body wrapped around him.
"Ugh, no, Lewissss-" George whined, shoving at his sleeping boyfriend and trying to get him to untangle their limbs.
He normally loved cuddling with Lewis, but in their stifling hot apartment he just felt like he was suffocating with the sweaty skin-on-skin contact. George idly considered taking another cold shower.
Lewis groaned softly, not waking up, and held George tighter. George briefly considered shoving him off the bed before opting to pinch at his ear instead.
Huffing a little, Lewis shifted, finally waking up. "What?" He grumbled and George sighed.
"Let go. It's too hot to cuddle with you." He explained and Lewis finally rolled off of him.
"Yeah, it's pretty hot. Did we ever hear back from maintenance?" Lewis asked and George sighed miserably.
"Won't be fixed until tomorrow afternoon." He replied and Lewis groaned.
"Well. At least we'll be able to cuddle tomorrow night." Lewis said, on his side facing George. He smiled a little and George couldn't help but smile back, reaching out to hold his hand. It was sweaty and hot, but he could put up with it.
"Yeah." He replied softly, leaning forward to give Lewis a chaste kiss.
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Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class
ohhh hehehe
"Have a great day everyone!" George smiled as his students filtered out of the classroom, all chattering happily.
"Today was so fun, Mr. Russell!" One of his students chirped happily, adjusting the straps of her rather large backpack.
"Oh, I'm so glad!" George replied, leaning down to help her as her brother walked up.
"Yeah, but Mr. Hamilton said today we get to make ice cream!"
The girl's head whipped around. "WHAT!? REALLY?!"
"Yeah! It's science!!"
"Yes!! Mr. Hamilton is the best!" Another child yelled, rushing out of his chair.
The kids immediately ran off without another glance at George, who pursed his lips a little and crossed his arms.
Oh so it was like that, huh?
Checking his watch, George checked to make sure there were no lingering kids in the room before leaving, heading straight for the teacher's lounge, walking in and seeing Lewis shutting his briefcase.
"Ice cream? Really?"
Lewis snorted, standing up and turning to face George. He was in a colourful outfit as usual - painfully fashionable-looking trousers and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was far too casual for a professor, in George's Very Professional Opinion.
(He resolutely ignored how beautifully Lewis' strong forearms flexed whenever he moved)
"Well, it's very relevant to our lessons. Why not have something fun for the kids to remember?" Lewis replied, an innocent tone to his voice that had George rolling his eyes.
"Funny how you need to bribe the children with treats in order to enjoy your lessons. I simply just make my lectures engaging." George replied and Lewis smirked.
"Sure. That's why I always see the kids yawning when they leave your classroom. Maybe you just need to learn how to put together some fun activities."
"They won't remember a thing except the ice cream. And my students do not yawn!"
"Says you."
"I do!" George huffed, and flushed a little when Lewis let out a laugh. It was not cute.
"Why don't you sit in on today's class? See for yourself just how much you remember. I've even got a little competition going on for whoever makes the best ice cream." Lewis replied and George spluttered.
"I have more important things to do than to watch you be all... all smug with your ice cream! Besides, I'm sure you remember how the students absolutely refused to leave my class just last week."
George felt a rush as Lewis huffed a little, rolling his eyes. "That's just because you were busy doing some kind of Broadway show retelling of a book while I needed to make sure my students would ace their upcoming exam! What were you even doing?"
George shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe you can sit in on my class. Learn how to make lectures more engaging, hm?"
Snorting, Lewis shook his head a little before walking up to George, a smirk on his face. Placing a hand on his chest, he leaned in.
"Maybe I'll take you up on that." He said softly, and George's eyes widened a little as he blushed.
"I--"
"But first, I've got to give these kids the best school day ever." Lewis laughed and George groaned, shoving him lightly.
"You'll have that accolade for a day at best!"
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