I wrote some RPF on anon and realised there’s no way for people to follow me.
So here be a list of my fics.
Paper Rings - T
Tomorrow they would fold their own and marry each other with paper rings.
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.”
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.
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.
That Guy
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.”
My Achilles Heel - T
Unfortunately George has been roped into giving a private tour...
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."
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.
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.
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.
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...
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."
Chapters: 1/15
Fandom: Formula 1 RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), George Russell's Family (Formula 1 RPF), 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, 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: 7/24
Fandom: Formula 1 RPF
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll
Characters: George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Lance Stroll, Carmen Montero Mundt
Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Pining, Slow Burn, Drinking, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, Unreliable Narrator
Summary: This was to be their year.
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Or snapshots into how the 2026 F1 Season changes ones relationships.
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.
Que opinas de un fic, donde George sea un bandido, un estafador muy elegante, y su misión es estafar a Lance, aún le tiene mucho coraje y envidia porque Lance es quien el siempre soñar ser, y ahora quiere estafarlo para ser el ahora el rico. Se enamoran en el proceso, George revela sus intenciones, Lance se siente herido pero lo arreglan.
What do you think of a fanfic where George is a bandit, a very elegant con artist, and his mission is to swindle Lance? He still harbors a lot of resentment and envy towards Lance because Lance is who he always dreamed of being, and now he wants to swindle him to become rich himself. They fall in love in the process, George reveals his intentions, Lance is hurt, but they make up.
¡Oh, gracias! Me encanta esta idea.
I can absolutely see George being jealous of Lance who is absolutely oblivious to him and plotting to find a way to swindle him of millions.
I'm torn between George pretending to be a millionaire ala Some Like it Hot or something slightly more sinister. This is going to be fun.
I need to think more on this as this needs more than 800 words... But thank you for this! It made my brain whirl.
