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Kimi has spent a year trying to make George Russell look at him as anything other than a little brother to care for. A child, really, like the rest of the grid and probably the rest of the world thought of him as.
In Montreal, he finally succeeds.
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07 Jul 2026
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He heard about it later, how qualifying had gone for George. George’s thread, it seemed, had gone round and round, neatly wefted into the silhouette of victory, whereas his own had snapped against a barrier. And despite the outrage everyone seemed consumed in, the truth was Max wasn’t angry about it. How could he be, when he would have done the exact same thing and did, and wasn’t that what they were all here for, in this loom, the shutters of their cars zipping for a reason, and that reason was the Grand Prix and the championship and the sweetness of victory so tantalizing he could taste it on the tip of his tongue.
“That would be blood in your mouth, mate,” Lando said sympathetically. “You bit your tongue?”
Post-qualifying, Austrian Grand Prix 2026. Something is bothering Max, and it's not really the fact that George got pole on his crash.
Maybe it's just George in particular, that feeling he gets.
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- Part 3 of pareidolia
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A single misquoted sentence turns Max Verstappen’s season into a PR nightmare. George Russell has his own secret waiting to spill. A fake relationship seems like the perfect solution for both of them. Only problem? Somewhere between the cameras, the chaos, and the late nights in hotel rooms, the fake starts feeling dangerously real.
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He was ready to unleash his entire collection of German swear words. But they all disappeared the moment the door opened.
Fuck, he was gorgeous.
So tall Max had to look up. Delicately slender, a tank top exposing a narrow waist and fragile shoulders. A face sculpted by some ancient Greek master, rosy lips, aquamarine eyes. Hair so messy it looked as though he'd just... And a slutty smile.
"Carmen didn't tell me there'd be a stripper," the guy said in a strong British accent.
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21 Jun 2026