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Max definitely doesn’t hate George anymore — if he ever really did. Everything that happened back in 2024 is long gone now.
He actually tolerates George. He’s easy to be around — good for podiums and for cool-down rooms.
So then… why the hell did his stomach twist when George had to kiss Alex during that stupid, childish game of spin the bottle?
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Sometimes, what Lily most expected was for the race to end.
Yes, it was never easy to see Alex so beat down when he was nothing but sunshine in a flower field in spring. However, when the ‘3 musketeers’ —how she loves to call them— share the same dark fate, it’s almost unbearable. It almost seems like that was the only way for them to be together again.
And it wasn’t fair… it wasn’t fucking fair. And again, she must bite even harder her tongue for not cursing all the Gods she knew.
A 2019 rookies' pity-party sleepover, to help them find the light at the end of the tunnel.
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04 Jun 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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28 May 2026
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We all know what happened.
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26 May 2026
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A gossip about George Russell's dick size started it.
Max Verstappen's softness kept it going.Bookmarked by georgieschat
26 May 2026
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Always good but never enough, baby you're enough for me. by Maryam_gal3l
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
06 May 2026
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George Russell was drowning. Bad results. Crushing pressure. The voice in his head that said he'd never be enough.
Then there was Max Verstappen. Rival. Enemy. Late-night texter. The man who held his hand in a car while George cried and said you're not nothing.
It started with rivalry. It became late-night confessions. It became a kiss behind a club in Abu Dhabi, a hotel room, years of wanting finally given a name.
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21 May 2026