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1. Gwen Lagrue noticed him since karting, almost recruited him to the Lotus Junior Team, gave him a seat at Eurocup Formula Renault, brought him into Mercedes for the second time (even after George rejected them for the first time)

2. Christian Horner name dropping since his F2 years and never moved on

3. Marcin Budkowski saying George should call him if that austrian rat didn't

4. Helmut Marko admitting on missing out on George Russell for Red Bull Junior Team

5. Oliver Oakes saying that Hitech wouldn't be anywhere without George despite him only being there for 1 season and in the equivalent of FRECA

6. BMW immediately offered him a six-figure contract on the table for DTM after going fastest among other drivers and allegedly beating Mercedes and Audi's time

7. First and only junior driver to reject Mercedes and make them come back for the second time for him

8. BRDC changed the rule of BRDC Awards to accomodate his age -> he was too young and he won it

9. Mercedes DTM doubted him in testing and he went quickest the moment he got inside the DTM car

10. Guenther Steiner endlessly compared his drivers to George Russell in 2021

11. "We (Alfa Romeo) got the car but Williams have George Russell" - Xevi Pujolar

12. George Russell in a Williams being a "nightmare" to Ruth Buscombe (Alfa Romeo)

13. Scolded for his approach by Fred Vasseur in F2 and Fred Vasseur later admitted that George was right all along

14. Otmar Szafnauer calling the austrian rat after George sent his presentation and said "I like this kid"

15. Sebastien Philippe (TP of ART) saying he is one of the best talents

OMEGAEST OMEGA OMG

1. George's friends relentlessly roast him over his embarrassingly obvious crush on the reigning F1 champion. Desperate to prove he's totally normal and definitely not obsessed, he signs up for a dating app. He starts talking to this faceless guy who's infuriating, weirdly competitive... and somehow oddly familiar. They bicker nonstop, accidentally fall in love, and when they finally agree to meet...

It's Max Verstappen.

2. Or maybe an AU where George spends all weekend at the barriers clutching his Verstappen cap, praying he'll get an autograph. Max walks over, their eyes meet, and suddenly it's one of those ridiculous soulmate/movie moments where the entire world disappears.

Max can't stop staring at the most gorgeous guy he's ever seen... who's wearing a shirt with Max's own name across the chest. Which obviously does things to Max’s ego. And not just Max’s ego. Ahem.

Or literally anything else.

I just need George to be Max's biggest fan. Let him own the merch. Let him defend Max in comment sections. Let him have a secret folder of Max podium photos.

Aerion sat on the ground, his back leaning on the brick wall. He was holding a bowl of what looked to be like a mound of pink slop. He looked well for someone who had just been so deep in his illness that he couldn't even open his eyes. His face was no longer flushed, and his gaze was just as sharp, albeit a tad less, than what was usual.

“What? ” Prince Aerion asked in disdain, as if the whole castle wasn't just frantically looking for him moments ago. “Can’t a man eat his smoothie in peace?”

“My prince,” Ser Dunk gasped, chest heaving. “We’ve been looking for you for—”

Aerion waved a dismissive hand at his sworn shield and scooped a spoonful of vibrant slop into his mouth. “Yes, yes. As you keep telling me. Tell me, Ser Duncan, what have I told you about personal space and 'time-outs'?”

Dunk frowned. “You’ve never told me such a thing.”

Aerion raised a single, skeptical brow.

Dunk’s eyes widened before he bowed quickly, stuttering an answer. “I—I must have forgotten! Forgive me if I overstepped, my prince. I shall remember from now on... not to step on your space?”

It was Aerion’s turn to frown, his lip curling into a grimace. “Why are you talking like that, weirdo?”

“Like what, my prince?” Dunk tilted his head. He’d had quite enough of the prince’s new habit of speaking in riddles; Aerion's natural personality was enough trouble as it was.

This had become their routine since Dunk had been posted as the prince's sworn knight. Usually, Aerion preferred to order him around—standard behavior, if a bit domineering—but the nature of his requests had taken a turn for the bizarre.

“Dunk, pound this into a paste.” 

“Dunk, get me some flour and a jar of cow’s milk.”

What type of witchery are you doing in your room? had been the question on Dunk's tongue, but it always came out as a dutiful, “What for, my prince?”

He’d stopped asking altogether after Aerion started acting like a "deranged lunatic"—Egg’s words, not his. That very same evening, the prince had started petting a potted plant, naming it Robin, before being dragged out of the room by a fuming Maekar. Before that, he’d sobbed about something called a 'PlayStation' and how he missed 'shooting people in the face without consequence.' That part, at least, was unsurprising coming from him—highly concerning, but unsurprising.

“Dunk, have you seen my Gatorade?” Whatever that was supposed to be.

“Dunk, you will not believe what Jake Mason did on SNL—it was hilarious!” Dunk had never heard of a Jake Mason, or an SNL.

He also stopped counting his days when Aerion started calling him Dunk, instead of whatever insult he had ready in his sharp tongue.