#seb/lewis
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do you have any good fics you can rec? what are you reading rn?
well hello there. i must admit i don’t read a lot of f1 fic BUT i still gotta rec my faves.
Shutter Speed by @antimonyandthyme
Seb/Mark, one of my all time fave AUs that you absolutely need to have read at least once
nobody asks you questions when you say you’re an accountant by @mwebber
Seb/Mark, the Mr and Mrs Smith AU you didn’t know you needed until you read it and realise nothing else will ever make sense again
Statement by @antimonyandthyme
Seb/Mark, so sweet, I adore
slow show by ambiguouspace
Lewis/Seb, equal parts hilarious and wholesome, also have my fave quote:
“Lewis doesn’t feel quite like that person any more. There’s nothing flashy about what he wants now, nothing particularly Instagram-worthy. It’s just certainty, slowly-built and hard-won, a sureness that he hasn’t felt about someone in a long, long time.
He does want, of course he does. But what he wants is stupid, laughing conversation over dinner, sharp-edged teasing softened with a smile, good sex in a sunny bedroom with open windows and no one around for miles. Someone who’s there, physically or metaphorically, wherever Lewis happens to be in the world.”
Irregular Climbing by Sherlaufeyson
Christian/Toto, made me giggle I won’t lie
won’t you sing me something for the dark by @undignifiedpopemobile
Charles/Max, i am not a Lestappen girlie at heart but this fic will blow you away, the writing and characterisation are just. outstanding. was completed just yesterday so fresh out of the oven. i consider myself its biggest fan.
#we need more c/t fic folks#also i am always open for recs so if you have good fic drop me a message/ask#if any of the mentioned authors don’t want to be included/recced pls let me know!!! all of this comes from a place of love ofc#fic rec#seb/mark#seb/lewis#christian/toto#lestappen#sebastian vettel#mark webber#lewis hamilton#christian horner#toto wolff#max verstappen#charles leclerc
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Tag masterlist - updated!
It's been a year since the last one and some new things have popped up so time for a refresh of the pinned post!
Pairing links (still not exhaustive):
George/Alex
Max/Daniel
Max/Charles
Fernando/Lance
Carlos/Lando
Lando/Oscar
Logan/Oscar
Pierre/Esteban
Seb/Mick
Seb/Lewis
Pierre/Charles
Charles/Carlos
Seb/Charles
I am a shameless multishipper who will read just about anything, so do try your luck with the search function for any other pairings or feel free to drop me an ask! Any gangbang-adjacent content is tagged character/multi.
Other tags currently in use are:
art - ship art
lists - other people’s rec lists/masterposts
fic bits - headcanons, snippets, fic ideas etc
bonus content - director’s commentaries and other additional bits of fic insight
Putting the common tags on this post for easy reference if the links break:
#george/alex#max/daniel#max/charles#fernando/lance#carlos/lando#lando/oscar#logan/oscar#pierre/esteban#seb/mick#seb/lewis#pierre/charles#charles/carlos#seb/charles#art#lists#fic bits#bonus content
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For the ABC list, can you do number 3 with Sewis?
Like Seb is just being adorable and stuff?
3. "Can you stop being so cute please? It's distracting."
Lewis groans loudly, rolling over and pulling his pillow to cover the back of his head as Seb laughs beside him. He presses his hands down firmly, muffling the sound of Seb's ringtone and subsequent answer, then mourns the loss of warmth at his side as Seb gets out of bed. He smiles against the mattress when a kiss is pressed to his exposed shoulder blade, and he eases the grip on one end of the pillow so that he can hear his husband shuffle out of the room.
When Seb isn't back within five minutes, he shifts, rolling out of bed and snatching up the zip-up hoodie he'd never be caught dead in in public. He tugs it on, zipping it halfway as he follows the low hum of Seb's voice.
It takes him to the kitchen, and he leans against the doorframe, a soft smile curling up the corners of his mouth. Seb is on the phone with Charles, he can tell by the fond exasperation as his husband reassures the younger man about whatever it is he's worried about. It fills his chest with warmth, just how much Seb cares about the younger drivers he's taken under his wing.
Seb looks up at him, shrugging haplessly with a smile and Lewis blows him a kiss before heading back to bed to wait for him.
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He waves at George as the younger driver heads into the Mercedes garage, continuing down the pit lane and smiling at a few of the mechanics as they hurry past him. He keeps his pace casual, enjoying the beautiful weather with the sun high and bright, wanting to make the most of it before he has to commit to any of his media responsibilities.
As he nears McLaren, Lewis spots Lando pacing in front of his garage, a pensive look on his face. Before he can say anything to the younger man, Sebastian appears and suddenly Lando looks relieved.
He watches as his husband smiles warmly, saying something he can't quite make out but whatever it is makes Lando laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that makes him look even younger than he is.
He can understand why Lando's possibly feeling some nerves, memories of the catastrophic end to Lando's Q3 last season flashing through his mind, the terrifying moment where none of them knew if Lando was okay after spinning and hitting the barrier. He can still hear Seb's furious radio messages.
So seeing Lando grinning now, blushing slightly when Seb gently cups his face then pats his ribs, it sends a warm feeling through him, and he waves as he passes them both. He winks at Seb and blows him a kiss, and laughs when Lando jokingly pulls a face.
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It's no secret that Mick and Sebastian are close. He thinks it's sweet that there's a full circle, Seb being there for Mick in a similar way that Michael was for Seb. It's also no secret why Mick has needed some of that support, with how differently Haas has treated him compared to how a lot of other rookies have been treated by their teams.
It makes Lewis angry, but also pleased, knowing the plan Toto is working on behind the scenes that he's been sworn to secrecy over, been explicitly warned that he can't even tell his husband about. He wishes he could, if only to ease up some of Seb's well disguised worry, but he knows it's only a matter of time.
Mick's visiting them at the moment, Angie coming with him as a playmate for Roscoe, and Lewis peers over the top of his sunglasses to watch them run around the garden. He turns back to his tablet, flipping the document he's reading to the next page when there's a sudden squeal that grabs his attention.
Seb's got one of the water guns they'd bought for when his niece and nephew are over, and he's chasing Mick around the garden with it. The younger man is laughing, doing his best to avoid being hit and making a mad dash for the other water gun left on the deck. The dogs chase after him, loving the game, and he finds himself stuck watching his husband laughing so freely. It's adorable and he says as much when Seb runs past him.
"Can you stop being so cute please? It's distracting."
Lewis throws a spare tennis ball at Mick when the younger man fake gags, and then yelps when his feet are hit with a cold jet of water.
"Make me."
It's a veiled threat as much as it is a joke, and Lewis has tucked his tablet away and is on his feet running before the next jet of water comes.
I've never actually written sewis before so I hope I didn't do too badly 😅
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thinking about how lewis doesn't usually participate in or attend f1 group events but of course he's at a dinner for SEB :)
#just spiraling thinking about their relationship#lewis doesn't participate in secret santa or the basketball tournament or other official f1 group things#but he will suffer through a dinner with everyone if it's for seb#seb/lewis#sewis
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ferwis + winning
@gruaigruaa im just gonna tag you bcs i know youre the deranged anon and my brain is weird this morning so i saw this ask and this came out and i beloathe you for it <3
its seb and lewis talking tho, so i hope it fits the prompt, because i cant for the love of everything write nando properly xD
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Seb leans into him, just a breath too far into his space, as he always does. He knows he would recoil if it were anyone else, but it's Seb, and he's always pushed boundaries in a way that was too charming and too honest for Lewis to mind.
"It's so funny to me, you know," he says, and the sunglasses hide his eyes. Lewis doesn't like not seeing Seb's eyes, because even though Seb can't and won't really lie, his eyes somehow always betray more than he is ever comfortable with. But you can understand him only if you know him, Lewis thinks. And I know him.
"Everything's funny to you, man," Lewis says, because he thinks he knows what this is about, and he refuses to think about it, much less aknowledge it out loud. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three. "You laugh at Jenson's jokes, you have no leg to stand on."
Seb's mouth twists into a frown. Lewis counts the wrinkles at the corner of his mouth. One, two. Maybe three. He doesn't seem bothered about it, like Lewis would be. Then again, Seb was always more self-deprecating than vain, and Lewis was always his opposite.
"Jense is funny."
Lewis snorts.
"He really isn't."
Seb fiddles with his sunglasses, smiling at someone across from where they're standing and waving a bit. His smile is mischievous, devoid of any seriousness. Lewis is so glad to see him relaxed and happy, finally.
"Stop trying to distract me with Jensen. That stopped working sometime in 2012," he says, still smiling.
Lewis can't help himself.
"Didn't Kimi come back in 2012?"
Seb's smile turns vicious, and he feigns a stumble so he can plant his elbow into Lewis' side. It brings him into contact with Lewis, and even though his ribs hurt because Seb is all muscle and bone and he really knows how to hit where it hurts, it also brings Seb's scent to the forefront; well-known (well-loved) pine and freshness. Lewis only grunts, because yeah, he deserved that.
Sebastian gets his footing back, the bastard, and leans back on the fence. The dampness of the weather annoys Lewis, because he knows his hair is going to go crazy. He looks at Seb's curls. He wants to tug on them. He knows Seb would let him. He always lets Lewis take, take too much, magnanimous in everything he does when it comes to Lewis. He doesn't reach for Seb, curling his hands in fists instead. I guess we've both matured, for whatever that's worth. The thought makes him smile.
"You know he will be racing only you tomorrow," Seb says quietly, the smile on his face everpresent. "He can't help himself."
Lewis knows. He knew when he heard the scores in quali, he knew when Bono read out the placements, he knew even before, when he saw the blue cars zoom by in Bahrain, or Jeddah, or maybe Melbourne.
He says nothing, because Seb doesn't expect him to say anything. He doesn't have to. It's not about that. He breathes. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi.
"I'd tell him to get a therapist again, but the last time I did, he took it really personally on track, and I can't afford to put my tractor in harm's way," Seb goes on, and Lewis can't help but smile. Three Mississippi, four. How Sebastian can be so blasé about driving a subpar car, Lewis can never understand. He thinks he's going to burn sometimes, driving W13. He thinks he may break it into pieces himself. Five Mississippi. Six.
"You're too far down to be at any risk of a Renault crashing into you," Lewis says, because he can, because he's allowed to, because Seb isn't driving the red car anymore, because he's coming to terms with being let down by the whole world and coming out with a smile undimmed, because he was always too big and too bright to hold on to anger and grudges indefinitely, because he was that same boy with a bright smile that wanted to win but he was never mean, never that, because he always, always had clear lines he would never cross, not for a win, not for the laurels, not for the top step of the podium nor for any trophy.
One Mississippi. Two Mississippi.
"Fuck you, Lewis," Seb says, and laughs, and something in Lewis loosens. "And it's Alpine now, and I know you said that on purpose. Actually," and there's that knowing smile again. "It's not even Alpine. It's Alonso."
Lewis hates how he can't help the twitch of his fingers. One Mississippi. Two. Three.
"Will you ever tell me what happened between you two?"
Four Mississippi. Five Mississippi. Six.
"You don't want to know," Lewis says, because Sebastian is bright, and a bastard, but innocent in a way Lewis never was, never could be, because of so many things that hurt and gnaw and devour from within him, because of Nico, because of Ron, because of Niki, and Toto, and Fernando. Sebastian was - is, he still is, a bastard and disillusioned, but that was pushed upon him, that was something others gave him and now he's giving it all back, walking around in his call-out t-shirts, riding his rainbow bicycles, smiling into Mattia's face and making him turn away first. Lewis can't, because he was - he wasn't really born with it, but it was always a part of him, and he has to work still not to let it consume him. It's easy some days, when Val fist-bumps him and brings him new coffee to try, and George shows him a stupid meme and stammeringly asks him if he'd like to look at his sim results and tell him what he did wrong, when Pierre texts him into the group chat about CoD and Charles sends a string of incoprehensible emojis that always ends with a heart-eyed cat that makes him laugh, and Angela brings him a vegan ice-cream as a treat after a workout, and Bono pats him on the shoulder and leaves his hand there, warm and affectionate, and when Seb smiles at him under the umbrella they're sharing and takes a knee beside him like he never even thought about doing anything else, like it never crossed his mind not to support Lewis.
One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three.
It's the hardest thing in the world some other days, when he remembers sharing the garage with men who made it their life goal to beat him for whatever fucked-up or legitimate reason they had, when he remembers the screaming and the fighting and other things he doesn't want to think about. Sometimes he remembers the nights he laid in his bed and just counted, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, a thousand and more Mississippis, and bit his lip and wished he was just a bit different, wished he was just a bit less ambitious, or less bright, or less something, whatever that something that rubbed them wrong was, because then maybe they'd leave him the fuck alone.
He never wished he was less good though. He never could. He was always going to be the best, and he knew even then, and especially now, that he was going to bear every single heartbreak and all the pain they would heap up onto him to try to make him smaller, and he'd rise still, and he'd keep a serene smile and he's let them (him) choke on the bitter truth that he could never, ever, beat Lewis Hamilton.
Sebastian hums, his hand going to tug on his ear. It makes Lewis smile, because some things never change, and sometimes that's a good thing.
"I say it's funny, but it really isn't," Seb says.
"What?" Lewis can't help but ask, even though he thinks he knows.
"Well, how for Fernando, winning only counts if he's winning against you," Seb says, and his smile turns wicked. "Too bad for him that he never really could manage, no? And he never will. Your tractor is better than his," Sebastian says, and Lewis reads the underlying meaning in the curve of his smile, and the way he taps his fingers on his lips, and the way his forearm is only barely touching Lewis'.
You are better than him. You always were, and you always will be.
Lewis feels the warmth spread from somewhere within, and he knows he's smiling like a fool, but he doesn't really care.
"Maybe I will suggest him a therapist again," Seb muses. "If only to see that face he makes, you know, the one that makes him look like a confused lemur. I think it's a meme," Seb says, and Lewis can't help it, he starts laughing and then he can't stop. He leans on Sebastian's arm, trying to catch his breath, and Seb's arm is solid, and warm, and familiar, as is his laughter, ringing out in the paddock and making people turn their heads and smile instinctively.
"Yeah," Lewis says, and he feels lighter than air. "I know."
#effervescentdragonwrites#f1 rpf#one! braincell bestie#ferwis#sewis#kinda but not really its ambiguous#this is a lewis hamilton centered drabble#seb/lewis#lewis/fernando#sewis rights always#akira answers asks#this is how i cope with uni obligations and how i clear my mind#montreal 22
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45 seconds into the press conference lewis is TAKING A PICTURE of seb during his first answer ???????????????? we won ALREADY
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try to swim from something bigger than me
seb/lewis, 3k, E (archive locked)
It’s still mostly dark in the room when Lewis wakes up. Sebastian is stroking his back, his hand slow and steady and without thinking, Lewis burrows closer, nudges his nose in the hollow of Sebastian’s throat. Slowly, he gathers his thoughts, remembers the night before. Their agreement that they would do this this one time, and then go on as if nothing happened.
Lewis should pull away, put some distance between them. Instead, he chases the warmth of Sebastian’s skin. Feels him take a shaky breath.
“Can this still be part of that just this once?”
#fic things#sewis#seblewis#seb/lewis#i have a lot of respect to all of you writing beautiful fics about retirement. this is me coping. LMAO#singer! seb#my fic
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investigator seb 👀👀👀
omg susan you got one of those that are just concepts and not really written yet so unfortunately all i can offer is a description
(this one requires a lot of world building and plotting so i've been putting it off for quite a while already it was one of the first fic ideas i had lmao and i still can't believe that nobody has written this with all the #canon investigator seb content but anyway)
wip asks!!
seb as your friendly neighbourhood private investigator!!! i cannot stress enough how much of a young young baby this one is but if i ever get around to writing it it's going to be a multi chapter fic where seb is like a private investigator who works for a lot of really high class rich ppl cases but also a lot of bro bono stuff for ppl who can't afford it (he's got a weekly office hours for those)
i'm taking inspo (aka stealing) from elementary here (rip that show i loved it a lot) and seb has like a network of experts for things he doesn't have enough knowledge of himself and one day he gets a case that involves fashion and knowledge in the fashion world which is something seb obviously doesn't but!! enter lewis who gets recommended to seb through one of his other irregulars and lewis helps him with the case and they exchange numbers only in case seb ever needs help again of course and that's how they meet!!
they start working together more and more often even though the cases have got less and less to do with fashion but lewis gets interested in seb's work and cases and loves listening to seb talk about them and helps by seeing connections seb doesn't at first and also having connections that seb doesn't and lewis just really wants to go on a stakeout once in his life and seb invites lewis to the next best case he comes across where he can pretend he HAS to do one and lewis might as well join him to make sure seb doesn't fall asleep
i do have an actual plot for this fic but since i do plan on writing this at some point (fingers crossed) i'm not gonna go into any more details but it involves PINING and some KIDNAPPING and LIFE OR DEATH!!!
also to me this is THE pi lewis pic and for seb .... and as for seb i mean *gestures vaguely to any time he eyed up other ppl's cars*
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Tag masterlist
Ok I made this blog as way to like fics without them clogging up my main blog likes, but then the wonderful @prettydangrotten called me out for having zero organisational system, so now there’s tags! I’m still working through the archive, but the last few months of posts are now tagged.
Pairing links (not exhaustive, I’ve definitely missed a lot of the rarer pairings):
George/Alex
Max/Daniel
Seb/Mick
Seb/Lewis
Carlos/Lando
Pierre/Charles
Pierre/Esteban
Charles/Carlos
Seb/Charles
I am a shameless multishipper who will read just about anything, so do try your luck with the search function for any other pairings or feel free to drop me an ask! Any gangbang-adjacent content is tagged character/multi.
This is literally the first time in a decade on Tumblr I have attempted to use a consistent tagging system, so I’m keeping it limited to pairings mostly! Other tags currently in use are:
ao3 - links to fics on ao3
lists - other people’s rec lists/masterposts
fic bits - headcanons, snippets, fic ideas etc
bonus content - director’s commentaries and other additional bits of fic insight
Putting the common tags on this post for easy reference if the links break:
#george/alex#max/daniel#seb/mick#seb/lewis#carlos/lando#pierre/charles#pierre/esteban#charles/carlos#seb/charles#ao3#lists#fic bits#bonus content
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a few weeks ago autumn shared her ideas about sewis fics she wanted to see so I spouted a bunch of nonsense about a sewis backpacking au where seb is hiking the w trail and lewis is doing a day hike to mirador las torres and they have a meet cute and now seb is actually hiking in chile. COINCIDENCE??? I THINK NOT
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My WIPs are in shambles, so let's do this instead of #wipwednesday.
Send me your prompt.
(Pairings I'm happy to write for in the tags.)
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