#jo.fic

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trick or treat 💜💚

ask and you shall receive some sewis. i promise one day i will actually finish this thing i started back in june, so let's rewind until monaco 2023 -> ask game

“Are you going to pick that up?” Toto’s voice pulled him back from daydreaming about doing something to spice the day up so he would have to answer a million questions and have no time to keep thinking about a singular text message.  

“Mh?” Lewis glanced at his phone discarded next to his seat, the id caller read Seb. He instantly recoiled at the notion but moved to grab the phone anyway, and he slid it towards George “Throw it into the sea”. 

“George don’t throw it into the sea” Toto didn’t even look up from the stack of papers he was examining and with a really annoyed sigh he got up to answer the still ringing device to Lewis’ dismay. He slid the green icon and handed it to him, “I’m not playing intermediary between you and another blonde german ever again”. 

“You look good, not that I can really see from this distance, but I know you look good” was what awaited him on the other end of the line. Lewis’ mouth was dry, he prided himself in being good at speeches, in measuring his words, knowing what to say, being calm and collected, but not with him, maybe in the media he could craft something that didn’t sound so desperate and needy about Seb, drifting back on the racing and the support he always had for and from him. That was such different from having Seb clashing into him walking to the track, grabbing him in parc fermé, whispering encouragements, compliments, lame jokes, everything.   

It was lie that he couldn’t see how good Lewis looked, he did see how good he looked because George sent him a photo mere minutes before, Lewis looked like he’d rather throw himself out of the boat, but the see-through cream ensemble was good, the flower embroidery was good, the lines of Lewis’ body peeking through the lace were more than good. For a moment he felt self-conscious about his own rather simple clothes, but as George told him in not so many words he liked you when you were going around in plaid shorts and ill-fitting tshirts, he’ll like you forever now; Seb wasn’t sure how he ended up being reassured by George Russell, he knew because he told Charles he was coming to Monaco, the monegasque would have probably dropped dead if Seb decide to turn up without notice, then his best bet was that Charles told Pierre, who is a known gossip, who told Yuki, who told Alex who obviously told George, who was shameless enough to text him I though you two were fucking already why all the fuss about coming to a race Seb was only glad he said it outside of the shared chat with the rest of the grid. It all felt pretty stupid if he was thinking rationally, the clothes, being nervous about seeing Lewis, the hiding in the paddock, but he wasn’t and he hadn’t in a while.  

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if you love me and you love matchablossom you’re gonna love this fic that i just hyperfixated on and wrote today 🫶🫶🫶

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"i've heard you've been touching my car" but make it ball and it's the merc bowling night in japan + seb having a "for R? R i didn't know" level of embarassment

I see the vision, I am manifeting, I have thoughts

“Sebastian I heard you’ve been touching my ball” 

He froze at the phrase, because while they were in a bowling alley and George already had  made enough terrible balls jokes to put some of Sebastian’s puns over the years to shame, having Lewis Hamilton saying touching my ball looking up at you, legs a little to wide for comfort and a smirk on his face made Sebastian uncomfortable in places he wasn’t too keen on showing to all the Mercedes people there. 

That something playful in Lewis’ eyes turned into a more genuine smile as he pointed to the purple bowling ball Seb was about to grab from the line up. Of course he would have a dedicated one, of course it was purple, it probably had his initials somewhere too or a morphed photo of Roscoe on it. 

Sebastian took a moment too long to get his head out of the gutter or mostly to get his head clear of the previous night. “Oh” his eyes so wide and hint of pink on his cheeks, he started stuttering “this ball, wha- other ball you could me-, no, I now will” a hand already going to his ear he was now backing up towards the sitting area, almost tripping on the step before the wooden deck. 

In the meantime, while he collected knowing looks and a couple of coughs from Mick and Bono, Lewis was fully laughing at him, head thrown back, a hand smacking his own thigh. His laugh filled the space and something tugged at Sebastian’s heart, strong enough to pull the side of his lips into a wide smile. Witnessing Lewis completely giving into a moment of joy was already a gift in his own right, being the cause of it was something Sebastian was never gonna get tired of discovering. 

He shook his head at the Brit and went back to pick a different bowling ball from the rack, putting his eyes on the blue one and he was going for it when he felt Lewis’ arm brushing his side to grab the purple one. “For the record I definitely felt it when you touched my balls” and so Lewis left him with a patt on his ass and a too competitive grin on his face before scoring a strike on the first try. At least if they didn’t make it to the hotel room later that night he could blame it on Lewis for once.

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trick or treat!! 🫶🏻

mostly done fresh out of the hoven chalex little fic for you :3 -> ask game

Truth was Charles shouldn't be up this late, before a race, he shouldn't be drinking this overly sugary drink Alex referred to as coffee, well he shouldn't also be able to snatch a pole position in this car, he still did it. But he was never good at saying no and he was never good at saying no to Alex. So now he was perched on the bathroom counter helping Alex film some kind of AD for a skincare product, Alex's phone was glued to the mirror with some sticky device he gifted Charles a while back but he kept misplacing it, the face cleansers were laid out next to the sink and the main star was ready to start. "I just need you to, mh, i don't know tell me if it's fine, sit there, be my art director" Alex pointed him to the counter and shoved a pumpkin spice latte in his hand. 

“Not helping!” and yeah he supposed he wasn’t really helping but how could he not laugh at Alex doing some weird yoga pose in an attempt to switch the light on and off while leaning into the mirror, the issue was the light switch was on the other side of the bathroom, hence the stretched out leg that Charles wasn’t definitely ogling. But after seeing Alex slip up on the rug one time too many he couldn’t contain the laugh, folding on himself, almost choking on that wretched drink, tears pooling in his eyes. That earned him a rolled up towel to the head. And maybe if one were to be really honest Charles was kinda sabotaging this whole ordeal, mostly he was just trying to get some attention, sucking on the straw a little too obscenely while looking up at Alex, which made the latter kick him in the shin, tugging Alex's shirt when he was trying to look seriously scared for the sake of the halloween themed AD, that resulted in a playful shove, but Charles still didn't let go of him, so Alex resorted to tickling him until he promised to just sit there still. 

Until Alex's very faked screams and bad acting got to him (again) and he couldn’t help but start laughing (again) grabbing onto Alex's arm, now laying on him the laugh so hard it had become more like a squeak and managed to break Alex too, falling into Charles trap so easley. He hooked one leg behind Alex’s and tightened his grip on his arm pulling him forward, so he could stand between his dangling legs. It didn’t take long for Alex to relax into Charles’ embrace, the beaten up puppy eyes always worked even if tonight he needed a little extra push. Charles laughed into Alex’s neck when the other let out a frustrated groan “Okay fine you win this round”

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Seb taking three days to repost that photo with Lewis like they're seeing eachother and he has to wait to texts back so he doesn't look to antsy

Oh for real, or he was just learning how to the internet works

wait!

"Three days? Really? Seb is not some kind of date where you have to wait to repost a story, there's no waiting period" Lewis dodged a few mechanics while exiting the garage to find a quieter place to talk.

As soon as the second free practice of the day ended he was met with a interesting notification on his phone: sebastianvettel has mentioned you in his story . Lewis never clicked on something that quick, maybe only when Seb shared his first post and he never regretted something as much, his phone unlocked showing that Seb reshared the photo of their hug from the last raceweekend, three fucking days to do that man? The waiting time felt like him more than a pre-planned pr thing, so he had to know.

"Oh I know, I was just thinking about it" Seb didn't sound so sure.

"Just now?" Lewis chuckled back at him.

"No! No!" he shouted back, a little panic in his voice, and Lewis couldn't help but openly laugh while he launched himself on the little sofa in the corner, kicking off his boots.

"No, I've been thinking about it, from that moment, just looking for the right time" he confessed shyly.

"Then it's like a date! Seb don't tell me you were the kind to wait three days to text someone back!"

"It's not a date! And I'm not" he tried to sound offended but judging by Lewis never ending giggles he wasn’t doing a good job.

"Then why wait?"

"Charles he wanted to-" he was starting to fumble with his words.

"Charles? Seb what?"

"He said to wait and do it for something special so I could have added some trite phrase about how you still go it or something, I don't know, a podium or yeah, you get it" Seb found him himself stuttering this on the phone, now he just wanted to eat one of the pillow on his couch.

"Charles would have you wait for quite a while then"

"For the record I didn't want to, wait. I am a more texts as soon as I get home guy"

"Seb, listen-" but George barged into his room, Toto was demanding his presence for the briefing. Lewis was far too aware he looked like he was caught doing something he shouldn't and so was George apparently because he put on a shit-eating grin and said "Sorry for the interruption" before being kicked out by a flying pillow.

Lewis retrieved his phone from the ground where he accidentally threw it. "Sorry Seb, about before, I am in my driver room, which is home and you have one minute before I have to go, don't waste it"

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"going into fic territory they were def together when it happened and lewis totally gave a little elbow jab to sebwho almost fell off the bed" do it 👉👈

and i did

“Seriously?” Lewis whispered to himself looking at the notification that just popped on his screen, sebastianvettel started following you. He propped himself on his elbows to examine the situation better to follow back or not to follow back, he could say his finger slipped when George would mock him for the random follow/unfollow spree the day after, when he heard a distinct chuckle coming from the bathroom. Lewis buried his face in the pillow with a groan and came back to it when another notification lit up his phone “seb: ;)”.

“I do hate you, you know” he shouted back over the sound of the electric toothbrush. Lewis got back only a muffled few words, but he was pretty sure he was just getting laughed at. 

Not even a minute after Seb was coming back from the bathroom and getting into the bed with a very amused Lewis laying on his side waiting. 

“My hand slipped” he teased making his way across the sea of pillows Lewis insisted on having even when travelling. “And i hate you too” he added bending over toward Lewis for a kiss. But Seb found himself almost hurtling off the bad when Lewis jokingly pushed him away and immediately grabbed his arm to stop his fall. 

The whole situation sent Seb into a fit of laughters and Lewis in a panicked state. 

“I’m sorry!”

“You caught me didn’t you?”

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Seb neuro surgeon for a day and it's immediately sewis medical drama au but only the funny episodes

Things finally started coming into focus, or at least this was what Lewis kept telling himself while trying to wake up from his surgery, nothing major just a routine appendectomy. Well not really routine because that would have meant to schedule one not being rushed into one because he ignored all the signs and pushed through the pain. But at some point his body gave up, he would have preferred not to faint in his colleague's arms making Seb going through probably every single german swear word plus a few ‘I’ve told you to get it checked out’; but alas here he was staring at Seb sitting on a chair next to his bed, a jar with a brain in some kind of liquid in his lap.  

“What the fuck” Lewis managed to munch out.  

Seb tapped on the jar “Oh, don’t worry I’m putting this back inside as soon as possible” and he cheekly smiled at him, the hint of worry from the morning completely gone.

Lewis wasn’t a neurosurgeon, bones were his thing, cracking them, putting them back together, a little mayhem and too loud music was his specialty; but even with the anaesthesia still in his body he knew the brain was not supposed to be outside of his head, definitely not in Sebastian’s hands, he tended to leave everything everywhere. “People still laugh at this joke?”  

“I’ll have you know this is my n.1 dad joke, kids love it” Seb very dramatically faked a frown “I thought you liked my dad jokes”.  

“Because I like you” he extended his hand to the blonde.

But still he wasn’t having it “You like me so much to fall face flat on the cafeteria's floor, ignoring all my advice, I was right by the way about your appendix, I had to get Nico, NICO Lewis of all people to do this damn surgery on you because who else would have been in today, you scared me okay?” the anger lasted only the duration of his spiel and he was already holding Lewis’ hand.  

“You caught me, didn’t you?” and Lewis smiled at him like he was everything.  

“Stop being all handsome, I have to work, I need to focus or Charles will put a real brain in this thing, and I’m still angry” he grabbed the jar and got up to leave, but not before stepping closer to Lewis’ bed propping one knee on the mattress and kissing him softly, he tucked one of Lewis’ braid behind his ear “Bye dummy, I was still right” and he left.  

Lewis gave him a non-caring look but screamed after him“I thought you were angry”  

Seb’s head popped back into frame “Yes, but I’m not depriving myself of a kiss” and winked at him.

Lewis let out an exasperated groan.

“And you need a lip balm!” oh the never-ending teasing, Lewis kinda missed it maybe he should ignore more often Seb’s advice.  

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Soooo is that fic you're writing about Chalex as the blond power couple? 👀

No, but in the mean time can I offer this?

[edited because it needed so? it was a bit rushed yesterday]

“So, Charles, crazy drive today! Pole yesterday, only for the glory with your engine penalty, and now from tenth to first, that move in turn 6, very risky but you made it stick. Any merit to the new hairdo? Spent some time in sun by the sea?” 

So typical of Seb to try and embarrass him in the post-race interview, with his silly moustache and wiggly eyebrows; Charles was ever so grateful to have him back in some capacity into the paddock so he could run and get advice and praises from him anytime he wanted, but this was one of the moments he would have preferred for the german to remain hidden in the mountains. Seb never missed a chance to make him flustered. He could hear Lewis trying to contain a laugh very poorly next to him, he finished 2 nd, but since Seb was doing the interview Lewis stuck around. Why are these two always in cahoots?  

He scratched the back of his neck, “Actually Alex did this. It’s called a dye Seb, you would know”. Charles let out a nervous laugh, he didn’t know why he said that or why he had to make it sound so mean. Maybe the blond was making him a bit of a little shit for real.  

But to his surprise Seb actually enjoyed it? He grinned at the Ferrari driver, in that Seb’s way which if Charles was at all honest with himself still made his knees weak. “Ouch. Careful or Marko is gonna come looking for a new recruit” spat out the german, winking at him. 

Charles couldn’t believe it. Being compared to his ex-teammate was one thing and something he greatly appreciated, but being compared to the pathetic attempt at the Seb clones factory that was the redbull academy, full of floppy blond men with anger issues, was horrifying. He was gonna murder Alex.  

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“Can you stay still?” Alex groaned, he was so done with Charles, who spent the last 30 minutes restless sitting on the hotel tub and the last five bent in said tub. He had to dig one hand on the other’s shoulder to prevent him from running away, again. He never realised how muscular Charles’ back was. So maybe this wasn’t only for practicality and if he lingered there for too long than it was needed, nobody was here to judge him. “You’ll go blind if this gets into your eyes”  

Charles’ voice was masked by the running water, which was probably a blessing since the few words Alex did understand were italian profanities.  

Not long after he was standing in front of the mirror staring at a very, very blond Charles, who hadn’t stop touching his hair and fixing them in twenty-five different styles. He kept fisting his new locks, pushing them down, up, pulling at the front pieces. Alex kept thinking he could also do other thing with those hands, if he could only manage to pull Narciso aways from his pond. “You look hot, come on let’s go” 

Charles turned bright red, redder than his ferrari, and the contrast with his hair was... well it was a contrast for sure. “You think I look hot?” he stumbled on the words, his accent thicker than ever. And Alex thought dyeing Charles blond would make him little more forward, it had worked with Seb.  

Or maybe he was right indeed. Charles’ gears were turning while he kept checking himself out. His usually delicate features seemed sharper, his expression more confident. Not even under the most vile of tortures Alex was going to admit that angry Charles turned him on. Didn’t matter that George heard him sigh with frustration while watching Charles pulling off his gloves and balaclava, throwing them hastily in his car and strutting back in his box after being pushed off track, hair a mess, red-faced, something animal in his eyes. 

Alex watched as Charles kept checking himself in the mirror, watched with hunger as the other was nodding at his reflection. No, he was not going there again. Alex get a grip it’s late tomorrow, tomorrow there was fp3 and quali, and more media duties, and-. 

Suddenly Alex was being pulled and pushed against the bathroom tiles, something quite heavy was pressing him to the wall. And yes, he was definitely being kissed by Charles Leclerc. Not that this was the first time it had happened, even if Alex didn’t like to classify as kissing the one time he - after by some weird constellations alignment managed to qualify third - was pushed into one of the rooms next to where the press conference was being held by Charles, who grabbed him by the opened race suit and practically crushed their lips together “What you did was brilliant” and then ran away. This time, despite the towel hanger digging in his back, it felt more deliberate. Charles’ mouth was soft as he remembered and maybe dreamed about, not that he was admitting any of this. Fuck George was going to have a field day. But right now there was only his hands around Charles’ tiny waist, and Charles’ needy hands in his hair, on his jaw. 

Okay so maybe the blond dye was actually getting to Charles’ brain, because his hands were already working on the buttons of his jeans. And when he pulled away, he looked a little feral, but Alex was not complaining. Charles’ lips were now to his neck, one hand under Alex’s shirt. 

“I’m gonna get pole tomorrow” the last button of Alex’s pants was freed. 

“And then on sunday I’m winning this race” and he was already on his knees. 

Well then Alex was not gonna qualify at all at this rhythm.