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See you tomorrow.
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01 Mar 2026
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Max and George have known each other for more than a decade by now.
So how come Max never knew George's scent was pretty close to the taste and smell of Red Bull?
That, and the very obvious fact that that's going to be an issue for Max.
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24 Feb 2026
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If Max wanted to be the father he told himself he was becoming, if he wanted to stand in the kitchen and actually hear Penelope ask him a question without irritation flickering first, he needed a valve, something to release the pressure, something to quiet the ringing long enough to think straight. Because love for the girls, for the life he’d built, meant nothing if he was never truly in the room with them.
He stared up at the ceiling, hands folded on his chest, the room still quiet in that stubborn way. It wouldn’t need to happen again. His head felt peaceful, manageable, for once.
He hadn’t felt like too much in George’s bed, though.
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22 Feb 2026
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making a son out of a man, a home out of a house, a goal out of a line by TheSpireSleeps
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
15 Aug 2025
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And he’s not looking at George’s lips, but George’s lips are the thing he happens to be looking at. Which is not the same, and George should know that, but he looks at him back like he doesn’t.
“Max,” say those lips, dry. Max thinks he could fix that, probably. “What the fuck.”
A brief exposé on why doing lines alone with the man you have a strange psychosexual obsession with is (not) a good idea.
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21 Feb 2026
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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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18 Feb 2026