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George's bright smile vanishes, replaced by a frosty facade of politeness. "Well. I guess I'll see you on the top step Sunday, then?"
His tone still rings sharp with sarcasm. It fills Max with absurd glee.
"Will you be rooting for me in the stands?"
George huffs and pulls a VIP paddock pass from his coat pocket, the lanyard tangled between his long fingers. "Definitely not."
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Max doesn't intend to spend his weekend riling up Lewis's model friend—it just sort of happens. That's how it all begins.
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30 May 2026
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MAN ALIVE!!! THIS IS KILLING ME!! (And not just the chapter length💀) Model George Russell but still used to kart and race and is besties with alex (thank goodness!!)
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“Our time’s up,” Yuki says, glancing at his watch. “Figure skating practice starts now.”
Max waves him off without taking his eyes off the ice.
“I think the figure skaters won’t mind if we run a little late.”
“Oh, we very much will,” a voice says behind him.
After an injury put an end to his career, Max returns to the academy he once called home – no longer as a player, but as the coach of a junior ice hockey team.
It took George years to stop thinking about how everything could have turned out differently. Until Max is standing on the other side of the rink again.
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“And, like – farming, right? How hard can it be? Take a seed, put it in some dirt, sprinkle some water and wait. Boom. Food. Done. And I’ve driven a tractor practically every weekend this year, it’s not that hard.”
Gemma pauses the video. She un-shares her screen. Her smiling face pops back up in the centre of Max’s monitor, gaze distinctly pointed.
Wait.
“That’s it?” Max hisses, incredulous. “Seriously? I’m getting cancelled over a joke about fucking farming?”
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Max has had PR disasters before. This time, though, he’s made the mistake of pissing off some random British farmer with a loyal YouTube fanbase and a penchant for passive-aggressive callouts via X. And George Russell isn’t the type who’s easily appeased.
(Or: Max learns to drive a tractor, harvest wheat, and fall in love.)
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- Part 1 of reap what you sow
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Nico: JENSON THE FIRST EVER DRIVER TO PRESS THE DRS BUTTON
Nico: what in the actual everlasting fuck is going on
Nico: why does Seven Time World Champion Sir Lewis Hamilton think I'm dating you?????
Asshole: NEWS FLASH!!!!
Asshole: YOU AND I HAVE BEEN DATING FOR SOME TIME!!! HIPP HIPP HURRAY!!
Asshole: please don't kill me?
Asshole: Seb might've had too much wine
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23 May 2026
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Literally the best chatfic in the history of ever!!
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It doesn’t happen all at once. Just a comment in the press pen. A hand on a shoulder. A silence that means something. Max keeps showing up. George keeps pretending not to notice. And somewhere along the way, it turns into something neither can ignore.
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22 May 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
Short and incredibly sweet, very comprehensible too💖💖