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(Spoilers if you havenât seen Scream One/Scream 1996)
Lewis is Billy, heâs shorter, more emotionally concealed and would definitely be the one out of the two of them to plan a murder in revenge (max would still be willing to murder in revenge, but heâd do it immediately which isnât Billyâs style at all.) Billy is also, (despite the way we can all tell heâs ghostface) is meant to be convincing and someone who hides his true nature very easily. Lewis does that. Through Lewisâ management of his words, his media presence, and his ability to demonize his rivals, Lewisâ own harsher and less than perfect behavior is swept under the rug by his pr team and his fanbase. Billy can manage a smile to make people forget what heâs done, and so can Lewis.
Max is Stu because heâs taller, has nothing to gain from being ghostface but Lewisâ attention and would be better at getting the murder done on the ground than being over the voice modulator or planning in the background. Though Stu is overly energetic, and Max is notably not, both of them share traits of autism and love deeply. Stu becomes ghostface for the sake of being close to Billy and the joy it brings him, and Max (who famously yearns for someone to listen) would happily talk his mouth off with Lewis, because Lewis would listen, the same way Billy would listen to Stu ramble without cutting him off.
Together, Lewis would be the perfect, golden boy who any girl would fall for due to his charm, while Max is waiting on his cue to enter and slaughter the next person on Lewisâ list, enjoying how close he is with his rival in a way they have never been before.
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A/N: Andrew in Drag but make it Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton.
Sitting at the bar, Max rolled his eyes as he shifted in his suit. He was a vampire, Lando made a joke that he was pale enough for it and he hadnât felt like doing anything else. Charles came as Apollo, flower crown and white draped garments shining as he danced with Carlos, who was a chili pepper. The fangs he had in his mouth made his mouth feel worse, and he hated the dried fake blood on his chin. Laying his head down on the bar table, he groaned.
But, the air shifted. Drivers started to whistle and joke. Max lofted his head and paused.
Standing by George (who came as the god father) was Lewis.
Lewis in a red, no a Ferrari red sparkling dress, the heart cut just above his chest. His gloves were elbow length, the glitter on them reminding Max of the prettiest ruby. The ring on his finger was diamond, matching his diamond nose ring and his golden hoops. The dress was gorgeous on him, the red color making Maxâs mouth feel dry. Across his shoulders was a black fuzzy stole, something reminding him of an old Hollywood movie.
Lewis was shining under the light, his braids seemed longer, as if he had hair fed into them. His smile was the same, though his lips seemed to well covered in a gloss of some kind.
Max felt his face flush as the duo made their way towards the rented section of the club, Max feeling oddly attracted to the figure in red.
Maybe he should thank Seb.
Lewis, began walking and found himself stopping in front of Max Verstappen. The man in question smiled, âHey Lewis! Nice costume man, it uh-â Max shifted, feeling oddly self conscious in his rushed suit. âIt looks great.â On you was left unsaid, but whether Lewis noticed or not was irrelevant when he began to speak.
Lewis smiled, âThank you Count Maxula,â Cringing back max let out an audible groan and Lewis laughed, gloved hand coming over his chest. âOh yeah that was bad, but thanks again man I really tried.â Max nodded as Lewis waved him off, moving through the crowd as others gawked at him.
God she was beautiful. And Max hated himself for thinking it.
He spent the rest of the night drinking, laughing at Charles as he failed to dance, and eyeing Lewis down from the other side of the section. He was truly stunning, how any driver â hell how any person has Lewis and let him go makes no sense to the Dutchman.
The glitter was so vibrant against the club lights, only competing with his eyes and his smiles for how much they warmed his heart. Coughing into his hands, Max ignore the concerned look shot by Alex (who was Donald Duck) to finishing sipping the rest of his Gin and Tonic.
The night went on, the club lights dimmed and soon enough, Max watched as Lewis, in all his(?) beauty walked out of the club, leaving him alone.
Max wasnât one to pine, he really wasnât. But months after October, he still did a double take seeing Lewis in any shade of red. He was desperate to see her- him in a dress again. Everytime he closed his eyes, he could see her. All curves, glitter and shine. From her red bottoms to her sparkling eyeshadow, god he wanted her.
But sheâs not real, and Max could only conclude that, by association, his feelings for Lewis werenât either.
A/N : the fic that was promised that I was struggling to write cause of my anti-depressants and tryna keep my 5.0 GPA up (and also if itâs not good I severely apologize)
Lewis was lying back against his hotel bed, anger simmering beneath him. Every time he gets a chance to prove himself, something or someone fucks him over. And in this case, as it was many times before, that someone was Max Verstappen.
Clinching his jaw, Lewis brought his hands up to drag them down his face. He was so close, so close. Then the stewards decided he had too much fun and gave him a ten-second time penalty for gaining an advantage.
Fucking pathetic.
Then, to top it off, Max had decided to take his approach from Hungary to here. Just fan-fucking-tastic.
The knock on his hotel door didnât shock him, but he honestly didnât feel like dealing with Charles at the moment. Standing up, Lewis crossed the wide floor of his hotel room, the wood groaning underneath his feet. Looking through the peephole, Lewis felt his anger rise to his head again.
Swinging the door open hard enough to make it slam against the hotel wall, Lewis came face to face with Max Verstappen. âWhat do you want?â
âAre you going to let me in or risk getting caught out here? Iâm sure youâve dealt with enough penalties for today.â Biting his tongue, Lewis stepped by, letting Max inside. Closing the door back, Lewis leaned against it.
He knew Max enough to know he wasnât going to apologize. He didnât get an apology for Monza after the wall, and unless it was a PR post on Twitter, Max would never utter the words sorry to a rival. âWhat do you want, Max? Iâm not in the mood.â
Max scoffed, the smirk on his face lighting Lewisâ short fuse even more. âDonât get mad at me for your time penalty, mate, it had nothing to do with me.â
Lewis stepped forward without thinking, âI praised you this week because I genuinely thought you learned. I guess you didnât, as you continue to drive the way you do.â
Max stepped forward, looking down at him, eyes darting to his lips as the air tensed. âDrive like what? A world champion?â Lewis tilted his head, his mouth moving before the emotional part of his brain. The heat between them rose, and Lewis was not in the business of thinking before speaking with those blue eyes staring dead at him.
âLike your father is in the stands waiting with a belt-â Next thing Lewis knew, his back was pressed against the door, Maxâs hand around his neck, and the Dutchmanâs lips on his own. The tension snapped, and Lewis pushed forward, their tongues fighting for dominance as he wrapped his hands in Maxâs hair.
Letting out a groan, Max pushed Lewis forward against the wall, pressing his thigh against the Britâs semi-hard cock held within his designer pants.
Lewis moaned into the kiss, but he refused to concede to Max within the kiss. He refused to.
Biting Maxâs soft lips hard enough to draw blood, Lewis rested his arms around the other's shoulders, breaking the kiss to jump up and wrap his legs around Max. Moaning at the iron taste, Max pushed his head forward, crashing their lips together again while walking through the hotel room.
Lying Lewis down on the expensive hotel bed, Max broke the kiss, dragging his plush mouth down the otherâs neck. It wasnât sweet, it was brutal. Red and purple bite marks lined tan skin. Leaning his head back, Lewis moaned and unconsciously rolled his hips up. Pushing Maxâs head away, Lewis pulled his shirt over his head, panting at his lack of oxygen. âGet out of your clothes and fuck me, man.â
Max smirked, leaning forward to let his eyes scan over Lewisâ decorated chest. Looking up, Max felt the air tighten as he rested his hand against Lewisâ lion tattoo. His eyes fell to the obvious bulge in his pants, his situation identical to Maxâs own.
âWas there a please in that sentence, Hamilton?â
âGet your cock out and fuck me before I change my mind-â Two thick fingers were in his mouth before he could finish, causing spit to pool on his tongue. Max scoffed, âYou never were good at listening.â Moaning, Lewis leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Leaving Max to use his non-dominant hand to unbutton his jeans. Pushing them down was a fight, but they were off. Heâd managed to ditch his shirt between the door and the bed.
Pulling his fingers out, he grinned at the spit line that broke across Lewisâ chest. Rolling his eyes, Lewis pushed his hips up, pulling down his pants and his underwear in one full swing. Pulling the Dutchman into a hot kiss, Lewis wrapped his arms around his strong shoulders.
Max reached his hand out and pushed Lewisâ leg over, keeping the other spread. His cock was hard against his body and leaking, and Lewis wasnât faring any better. The tip of his cock was wet and leaking against his stomach, leaving a white pool of precome contrasting tan skin.
Without warning, Max pushed his first finger in. Gasping, Lewis broke the kiss, lips wet with spit as his face scrunched up. âAh- shitâŚâ Humming, Max slowly pulled his finger back before ramming it back in. Repeating this act over and over again, Lewis was tight, and it felt like his body was pulling him back in. Whining, Lewis rolled his hips, leaning his head back against the hotel bed, moans leaving his mouth like pleas.
âYou want another?â Lewis barely opened his eyes, leaving them half lidded. âFuck yes!â Pushing a second finger in, Lewis let out a drawn-out moan, hands gripping the Dutchmanâs shoulders.
Max scissored his fingers in and out before shifting his hands and grazing over a spot. Lewis clinched tighter around his fingers, eyes rolling back as he panted. Fuck he was beautiful like this.
Too bad he was too much of a dick to make up for it.
Pulling his fingers out, Max grinned at the high whine he received in response. Max leaned forward while lubing up his cock, the mushroom tip red and leaking. âYou want my cock, baby?â Lewis opened his eyes, in an attempt to scowl, but his body felt too hot. âYes- fuck me, Maxâ
Max felt his chest bloom with pride. He lined himself up with Lewisâs hole, rubbing his cock between his ass. âBeg me for it.â
Lewis opened his mouth to retort, but god, he was desperate. He was so close.
Heâd never live it down, but he couldn't go another moment without Hirival's cock in him.
âMax, please, please, I need it-â Pushing forward, Max bottomed out quickly, giving Lewis no time to adjust before he made it to the hilt. Moaning out, Lewis leaned his head back, his hands falling to the sides of his head. Fuck.
âMax- oh, ohhâ Max held his hands around Lewis's neck, gently holding it. âIs this okay?â Lewis nodded his head, mouth letting out soft, desperate whimpers.
Rocking his hips, Max groaned. Lewis was still tight despite the lube and the preparation, and now that Max entered him, the Britâs body sucked him deeper. âGod max id you donât move I swear-â
Pulling out until the tip remained, Max thrusted back in, sending Lewis further up the bed. The sound of slapping filled the room as Max kept up a relentless pace, leaving Lewis to lean his head back against the bed and take it.
It felt like Max was in his throat; the deep thrusts and the groans he let out were only ammunition for the tight rope tying inside his core. Lifting his leg, Lewis wrapped it around Maxâs hips, pulling him deeper inside. Swearing, Max thrusted harder until Lewis let out a broken moan, mouth open as tears formed in his eyes.
âGod, youâre pretty like this,â Max mumbled, âSpread out and taking my cock like you were made for it. I wonder how your-â Max thrusted even deeper, causing Lewis to let out a loud moan as the bed creaked beneath themâ-fucking fanbase would be if they knew you let your biggest rival fuck you.â Turning his head to the side, Lewis moaned out. Leaning further against his own chest, his body twitching to come.
Holding his hands to the side of Lewis's head, Max thrusted forward, hitting Lewisâs prostate hard. Flinching up, Lewis felt the right cord in his body snap as he came. Cum shot out and covered him and Maxâs chest as the Dutchman sped up, eager for his own release.
Panting, Max thrusted harder, bringing his mouth down to bite the lion tattoo on the other's chest. Max came. The warm feeling of cum flooded through Lewis's overstimulated body and left him whining. Tears streaked down his face and body, panting.
Only two words echoed through his brain as he closed his eyes.
The hate sex fic Iâm about to write about Max and Lewis is acc gonna be insane
(But no seriously the way people look at their interactions on track and DONâT think they have smth going on is crazy, your rivals hate couple is RIGHT THERE!!!)
(An: pure fluff, established 4433, just them going out and eating ice cream together. Inspired by my own date with my gf LOL)
Lewis sighed, leaning against the passenger window of his Ferrari. It was noon and the Monaco sun decided to reign down on him. Max, who was driving, squinted his eyes as the sun aimed to blind him. âThe sun is killing my eyes right now,â Lewis grinned at the exasperated tone, reaching forward to the car mirror and sliding a pair of sunglasses over Maxâs nose.
Heâd never admit he needed them;, but itâs save him the headache and Lewis the job of nursing his eyes back to health. âHey Max,â Max turned his head for a second, before returning to look at the road as he hit the corner. âWanna stop for ice cream at this vegan place I know? It has the best chocolate chip cookie dough.â
The Dutchman smiled, nodding his head. âYeah sure why not, just put the directions in and Iâll take us there.â
It was a short drive, like every drive in Monaco, and soon enough the duo pulled up into the parking lot of an ice cream shop. Max stepping out of drivers seat and quickly made moves to open the passenger door, smiling happily as Lewis stepped out. He was dressed in his usual flair, opting for a mesh top and a breathable pair of red pants with a horse plastered on his ass. Max did a double take before they left the house, eyes not leaving him until he was fully seated in the car. He had a cropped jacket but abandoned it after stepping into the car, the heat forcing its way through the tinted windows.
Max shut the passenger door and the two walked in, Max opting to stand up and order while Lewis went and found a booth to sit at. It was near the back end of the building, so the sun couldnât glare at them any further.
The person at the register, seemed aged 17ish recognized him, but opted to just take his order. âCan I get two scoops of your chocolate cookie dough ice cream? And it is vegan right?â
âIt is vegan yes, cup or cone?â âCone please. Also can I get one scoop of rocky road and vanilla in a cup? Thanks.â
Max made quick work of walking back to the table, handing his partner his coneâd ice cream as he sat down. âThank you baby, god the sun hates me today.â Max snorted at the displeasure displayed in his partners accent.
The two ate while chatting it up, making jokes about how Charles would have them both served 5 second penalties for not buying ice cream from him. They went on talking, and Lewis was happily licking away at his ice cream cone. Max grinned at the sight, his partner happily biting the edge of his cone.
The Dutchman smirked, on the edge of Lewisâ mouth was a melted piece of chocolate ice cream. Reaching over the small table, Max gathered it with his thumb and licked it off his finger. âYou really like chocolate,â was all Max said, smiling at the flustered look Lewis shot him.
âYou definitely like chocolate.â Was Lewisâ response, and Max snorted at the joke. Their date in the ice cream parlor went on, the two grinning as the internet went wild.
@usernameone:
Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton sighted sharing ice cream together after Monacoâs has a record high summer day
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-> @usernametwo:
Fellas is it gay for two rivals to lick ice cream off each other?
->@usernamethree:
Somebody has to tell Charles his situationship and his teammate are hooking up over ice cream
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