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 (pausing for August)
AUgust Challenge - Looking to start posting on non race weeks? TBD.
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.
Characters: George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Lance Stroll, Torger "Toto" Wolff, Alexander Albon
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, accidental heat, Accidental Pregnancy, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary: 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.
Characters: George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Lance Stroll
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Girlfriends/No Wives, Coming Out, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, First Time, Oh. OH. | Italicized Oh Moment
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…
Fandom: Formula 1 RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell, Lance Stroll
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Girlfriends/No Wives, Fluff, Getting Together, Not Beta Read
Summary: Everything had to be absolutely perfect for Alex. It was his special day after all.
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For @fluffbruary prompts for February 28 : shine | button | shady.
What a fantastic challenge this was. Thanks for helping boost this rare pair.
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Lance Stroll, Carmen Montero Mundt, Alexander Albon, Lando Norris
Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Pining, Slow Burn, Drinking, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, Unreliable Narrator, Sharing a Bed, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary: This was to be their year.
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Or snapshots into how the 2026 F1 Season changes ones relationships.
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So guess who started writing this as soon as George's race ended? Interview snippets were captured live and likely wrong but feel it's accurate considering George's headspace in this one.
Fandom: Formula 1 RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell, Lance Stroll
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Rule 63, First Time, Vaginal Fingering
Summary: "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."
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For @fluffbruary's prompts for February 25: berry | dust | skirt
Fandom: Formula 1 RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell, Lance Stroll
Additional Tags: Inspired By Until Dawn (Video Game), Alternate Universe, Other Driver's Mentioned, First Kiss, Fluff, Snowball Fight, Not Beta Read
Summary: It was freezing. George was the one who had volunteered to stay behind and wait for Lance. A decision he was quickly regretting...
For @fluffbruary prompts for February 23 : worried | snowfall | noise
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Formula 1 RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell, Lance Stroll, Alexander Albon, Torger "Toto" Wolff, Fernando Alonso, Chloe Stroll, others mentioned - Character
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Music, Alternate Universe - College/University, Breaking Up & Making Up, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pianist George Russell, Guitarist Lance Stroll, First Time, Hand Jobs, Not Beta Read
Summary: 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.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell, George Russell's Family, Steven Russell, Lance Stroll, Alexander Albon, Carmen Montero Mundt
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe, Minor George/OMC, Minor George/Carmen, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Drinking, George makes poor decisions, Not Beta Read
Summary:
George Russell was always meant to race, he was not going to let his designation get in the way of his future.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Formula 1 RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Lance Stroll
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Rut, Unpresented Omega, Fluff and Smut, Not Beta Read
Summary: As a Beta, George thought he was able to handle an Alpha in Pre-Rut.
Unfortunately for George, that Alpha was Lance Stroll.
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Written for @fluffbruary prompt's for February 14 : wild | initiate | magnify
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell, Lance Stroll
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Meet-Cute, Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort
Summary: 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.
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Written for @fluffbruary prompts for February 6 : tea | dizzy | observation
Fandom: Formula 1 RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell, Lance Stroll, Scotty James
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Not Racing Drivers, George Russell is Not a Driver (Formula 1 RPF), Lance Stroll is Not a Driver, Hockey Player Lance Stroll, Top George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Fluff, Love at First Sight
Summary:
"Apparently this next guy is legendary."
Lance sat a little straighter, shifting in his chair.
"Skating for the United Kingdom, George Russell."
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Written for @fluffbruary February 3rd Prompts - shiver | defiant | quiet
Fandom: Formula 1 RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell, Lance Stroll
Additional Tags: Lance Stroll's Family - Freeform, Meet-Cute, George Russell is Not a Driver (Formula 1 RPF), Alternate Universe, British Museum, Fluff and Crack
Summary: Unfortunately George has been roped into giving a private tour...
Written for @fluffbruary prompt February 1 : ancient | scarf | vase
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell, George Russell's Family, Steven Russell, Lance Stroll, Alexander Albon, Carmen Montero Mundt
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe, Minor George/OMC, Minor George/Carmen, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Drinking, George makes poor decisions, Not Beta Read
Summary: George Russell was always meant to race, he was not going to let his designation get in the way of his future.
“Gonna take you far away to a place where we don't have to hide.”
heya! i want to prompt this in royalty au, knight!george who hates supposedly 'entitled' prince!lance (which he's not, he's just scared of others expectation of him to become future heir and he's actually really insecure and scared which later george will realized as incident happens that brings them together to get to know each other
Thanks for the fun prompt. Hope you like it. A touch angsty.
When George had first met Lance, what he had known of the Prince was rumour mistaken as fact. Whispers amongst the citizens of the Kingdoms, amongst the other Knights. That he was lazy, so spoilt that his father gifted everything he wanted, so self important that he never felt the need to walk amongst the common folk.
George had to admit on his darkest days that he had fed into those rumours.
George himself had worked hard for everything, having being raised by simple fathers and only being knighted because of his fierce loyalty to the Kingdom where he was raised. Being assigned as the Prince's personal guard had felt like a slap in the face, like George still wasn't good enough.
The day he had first met Lance, the young Prince raised a brow, looked George up and down and then dismissed him. The rejection smarted. Still, George had a duty to perform, so he lurked outside the chambers, and he watched, and he listened, and he learned.
Lance was not lazy, he spent hours studying the scriptures, learning languages, learning how to fight, and in his few moments of spare time sat beside his father listening to the court. Nor was he spoilt, the King ran him ragged, ensuring he was treated the same as any other member of court. There were no servants at his beck and call, if he wanted food outside of meal times he had to make the journey to the kitchen himself. The Prince was far too isolated, being forced to stay within the castle walls, the King far too protective of his son.
Though George could understand a parents want to protect their child, this level felt far too extreme, and encouraged laziness amongst the other guards. As it was George who noticed the dark figure that slipped into Lance's room, it was George who ensured the pointed knife fell to the ground the a clatter causing the other guards to run in. Later, once all the commotion had settled, the Prince had approached George, with a look of concern on his face.
"I-I thought you hated me," Lance had mumbled in a quiet alcove.
George turned crimson. "I hate to say it, but I thought I did."
From that moment George began to learn who the Prince actually was. Lance was kind, gentle, and just wanted to be a good King for his people. That he was scared that he wouldn't be as good as his father, as loved as his mother. Still, he had a fierceness, a boldness that George admired.
It was Lance that pressed the first kiss to George's lips, who captured his mouth and poured every single emotion he felt into a kiss that may have been rejected. It was Lance who first invited George to his bed, who whispered sweet nothings into his ear as George worshipped him the way that he deserved. It was Lance who after many months first whispered 'I love you' into George's ear, and it was Lance who made George promises the two of them knew could not be kept.
"Gonna take you far away to a place where we don't have to hide."
The words made George's heart ache. They were nice words, a fantasy, something the two of them could hold on to until Lance had to perform his duties. Then George would leave, father his own children, grow old far away from the love of his life.
Hi! Saw you still open the prompts ask thing and i just want to shoot my shot about western au (if it can be abo it will be great) of sheriff george and outlaw/rich son in the city lance. I don't have plot about this so go wild with it!
Hi Anon,
So full disclosure and apologies. This little idea went for way too long and was far too much fun. So it’s been shelved at 1200ish words and flagged for me to turn into something much bigger.
Everyone may be a tad ooc due to the nature of the prompt, but I hope this satisfies.
(Apparently feeling very George right now).
An unfamiliar scent hung in the air, something that stood out from the dusty smell George was used to. The sweetness of honeysuckle, it made his nose itch and his skin crawl. As he stalked into the small building they called a station, Alex nodded at him. Alex was one of the few deputies in town and George's lifelong friend.
"New prisoner?" George asked, even though his nose had already told him the answer.
Alex's response was almost gleeful. "Wait till you see who's in the cellar, George, you'll get a real kick out of this one." Alex stood up and tossed him the key. "We finally caught one of Alonso's boys."
George felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. They had spent several months trying to track down any sign of Fernando Alonso and his gang of thieves. They had been regularly holding up and robbing trains all across the county. Not a hide or hair of them had been found, until now.
"Who bought him in?" George asked, curiosity peaked.
"Smith and Western," Alex chuckled. "They were tripping and giddy with excitement as they dragged him in." A loud shout was heard from the cellar. "Better head on down there, George, I suspect they're being real rough with him."
George's finger's itched, he brushed the side of his revolver to stead himself as he nodded at his friend. He turned and headed for the small rickety stairs. Each stair loudly creaked as he descended, announcing his presence to the young deputies at the bottom.
"Sheriff's here," Smith's familiar voice echoed around the darkened room. "You're in for it now." There was a sound of a body dropping to the floor. "See you later rich boy."
"Smith, Western," George nodded as they both approached. "I do hope I don't have to have words with you around respectful treatment of prisoners."
"Not at all, Sheriff," Western's smile was wide. "Promise we were just being friendly."
George scowled at them. "I hope so, Norris and Piastri have been looking for an opprtunity to take over night shift."
Western scowled and Smith laughed loudly, but neither spoke again. Clearly aware that George was being serious. They both hurried up the stairs, leaving George alone in the cellar with their prisoner who smelt of honeysuckle. George took a moment to steady himself before he walked forward to see the prisoner for himself.
"Get up," He snapped at the huddled mess on the floor. "Now."
A set of wide brown eyes focused on him as their owner scrambled to his feet. Though they had never met in person, George recognised those eyes, that face. He had seen them stare out at him many times from the large portrait that hung behind the desk of Lawrence Stroll.
"Mr Stroll," George said, trying to keep the sinking feeling from his voice. "Surprised to see you in this cell." He noticed the stale bread and water which had been placed just out of reach. George picked up the tray and passed it through the hole in the bars. "Now before I call your father, do you want to tell me the whole story?"
Stroll yanked the wooden tray from George's hands and sat down on the makeshift straw mattress on the floor. He eagerly broke the bread apart and stuffed it into his mouth, washing it down with large gulps of water, as though he hadn't eaten for days. When he was done he looked up at George with those big brown eyes.
"Not much to tell," Stroll murmured with a shrug. "Your men found me as I was trying to return to camp."
"You weren't kidnapped?" George asked, trying to give the younger man an excuse to have been with the gang. Something he could tell the public when he had to inevitably release him into his fathers custody.
"Ran away," he said flatly. "Didn't want to be married off."
When George had become Sheriff, Lawrence had bemoaned his children. His daughter, an Alpha, who had run off to New York to become famous, and his Omega son who was brainless but attractive enough to be married off to someone of worth. It had made George furious at the time, but now, looking at the other man, George felt nothing but sympathy.
"You know I have to call your father?"
Stroll just cocked his brow in response. "I'd rather you didn't."
George mulled over the response. "Did Alonso treat you well?"
"Better than most do," Stroll shrugged. A worried look flashed across his face, a moment later he lifted his shirt to reveal large black bruises across his torso. The sight made George's protective instincts flair. "Better than your officers did."
"I apologise for that," George inhaled, Stroll's sweet honeysuckle scent grounding him more than expected. "I believe that they were a little eager to punish the son of the man that's buying up all the town properties. Especially as many have families with money on those trains you've been robbing."
"S'not what you think.We're sharing it with those who need it."
George couldn't help help the bark of laughter that escaped. "A real Robin Hood type are you?"
"Sure," Stroll chuckled softly. "If that helps the narrative."
George shivered, Stroll's laughter was almost lyrical. It sent something through him that he didn't want to think about. Clearly Stroll picked up on it too, he leaned through the bars, hands hanging through the same space that George had passed food through earlier. He tilted his head then moved it, beckoning George to move closer. Against his better judgement, George chose to inch forward.
"So, Sheriff," Stroll rolled George's title around his mouth as he purposefully looked him up and down. "What favour could I do for you to not call my father?" He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and leaned as close to the bars as he dared. "I'll do absolutely anything."
The scent of honeysuckle flooded the room made George's head spin, it was almost unbearable. "Tell me where Alonso and the rest of your gang are hiding and I'll let you walk out of here."
"You'll need to come closer for that," Stroll murmured, raising a hand to beckon George closer. George dutifully obeyed, inching closer and closer until he can feel Stroll's hot breath against the fabric of his linens. Stroll looks up at him with those big brown eyes, parts his lips and—
Pfffft
The sensation of saliva makes George recoil, it takes a moment for him to realise what Stroll has done. That Stroll had stuck his tongue out and blowed a raspberry at him. George growled at him before he turns to walk away.
"Oh, Sheriff," Stroll sang, followed by the clear jangle of keys. George spun around to see the stations master keys hanging round his finger. He throws a wink. "Don't wanna forget these." George patted himself down to find his set of keys missing and sees red. He stalked over to Stroll and snatched the keys from him. "Bye, Sheriff."
George stormed away, ignoring the laughter that echoes behind him. He ignores the confused stares of the other deputy as he stalks over to his office, and sits at his desk. Immediately, he began to pen a letter, attempting to distract himself from the itch which had settled in the back of his mind and the scent of honeysuckle which still made his nose twitch.
More jealousy? Maybe with Lance as the jealous one?
"Carry on, someone just checked you out. I'm just marking my territory.”
Hi Anon,
A little follow up to Unintentional. I hope you like it.
George's palms were sweating, and despite the fact he felt ready for this he still felt incredibly nervous. It was he and Lance's first time out together as a couple. Well their first time out since those photo's leaked, and even though everyone knew they were together, something still didn't sit quite right with George. He swore he could feel everyone's eyes on him, staring at him.
He tried to distract himself by chatting to Alex, who had his arm wrapped around Lily's waist, the other flailing wildly as he told George yet another hilarious anecdote about Carlos. Though George was glad the two of them were getting along, there was a slight annoyance at how often his best friend discussed the Spaniard. Lucky for Alex there was not a jealous bone in Lily's body, also that she was absolutely perfect, following everything that Alex said and laughing at exactly the right moments.
Suddenly there was a warm presence beside George, and a warm arm wrapping around him. George knew instinctively it was Lance. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, enjoying the smell of Lance's cologne.
"Lance?" Alex said pointedly, raising his eyebrow and gesturing at him. "Everything alright, mate?" To be fair to Alex, Lance had never been the touchiest person in public.
"Carry on," Lance nodded before pressing a kiss to George's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "Someone just checked you out," he murmured into George's ear. "I'm just marking my territory." He pressed another kiss to George's neck which was quickly turning red.
"Ew," Alex pulled a face. "Go be gross somewhere else."
"Sure thing, man," Lance said with a wink as he grabbed George by the hand and dragged him away from the crowd. Within moments the two of them were outside and Lance was practically panting into George's mouth, absolutely driving George mad. "Wanna get outta here?"
