I wrote some RPF on anon and realised there’s no way for people to follow me.
Update Schedule
Our Year - Within a few days of the race.
The Walls We Crash Through - Weekly until completed with no updates in August.
AUgust Challenge - Every day in August something will be posted.
I am working on other fics but these are my priorities.
Also here be a list of my fics.
All roads lead us here… - T
Unintentionally stranded, George and Lance find themselves trekking across the European Countryside one misstep at a time.
Courtship according to George Russell - T
“For your consideration,” George said, pressing the carefully prepared package into Lance’s hands.
“Uhhh thanks?” Lance looked down at the package then back up at George, a confused look in his soft brown eyes.
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OR Five times George tried to court Lance and one time it actually worked.
Falling for you… - T
He was broad, and muscular, slightly unshaven, with a slight trail of hair which disappeared under his shorts. Those shorts which left very little to the imagination… George's mouth went dry at the sight.
Friends with Benefits - E
“Uhhh it’s only been a month and I already miss sex.”
George couldn’t help the bark of laughter which escaped. “It’ll be a long season for you.”
“It’s like… I don’t know. It’s like cracking your neck.”
My Achilles Heel - T
Unfortunately George has been roped into giving a private tour...
Like snowflakes on the table - T
It was freezing. George was the one who had volunteered to stay behind and wait for Lance. A decision he was quickly regretting...
Paper Rings - T
Tomorrow they would fold their own and marry each other with paper rings.
Red Skirt, No Regrets - E
"You're saying this skirt isn't for me, George?"
When she had seen it hanging on the rail at the store, Georgie was immediately drawn to the deep red skirt. Now Lance was here, staring at her like that, she was regretting her decision.
"It's Georgina, and not everything is about you, Lance."
Skating for England - T
"Apparently this next guy is legendary."
Lance sat a little straighter, shifting in his chair.
"Skating for the United Kingdom, George Russell."
That Guy - E
George finished off his drink and placed the empty glass down on the bar. “I’m not usually this forward but—”
“Wanna get out of here?” Lance had read his mind, quickly finishing his own drink.
“God yes,” George said, excitedly sliding out of his seat. “Please.”
Triggered - E
As a Beta, George thought he was able to handle an Alpha in Pre-Rut.
Unfortunately for George, that Alpha was Lance Stroll.
Under the Lee - T
Everything had to be absolutely perfect for Alex. It was his special day after all.
Unfinished Melody - E
George has only ever wanted two things, to be a world renowned Pianist and Lance Stroll.
This is their past, their present, and their potential future.
Unintentional - E
EXCLUSIVE: Caught in the act? Photos of a trackside hook up in Vegas.
F1 Max News
Mercedes driver George Russell was caught locking lips with a dark haired man outside the Venetian Hotel. As pictured in our exclusive photos this man appears to be none other than Aston Martin driver Lance Stroll…
What do you need from me? - E
George stumbled to the floor, the test clicking on the tile as it fell beside him. He grabbed the sides of the toilet bowl, gripping tightly as he emptied the contents of his stomach. As the shrill alarm rang he slumped to the floor, tears welling in his eyes.
He was bloody pregnant.
Bollocks.
