formulaenby (skylarjokker)
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In the warmth of a Monaco's summer night, looking into each other's eyes, Charles and George feel that they are separated from reality, wrapped in something that is just theirs.
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Sebastian can't stop dreaming about Mark Webber.
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I'm a loser baby (do you wanna tear my heart out?) by formulaenby (skylarjokker)
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
30 Oct 2025
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Russell's eyes are in a shade of electric blue, his jaw is locked so tight that it moves slowly with the pressure, and his body is as taut as a bowstring. His skin looks soft, untouched, perfect.
George knows Max is coming for him, clear in the way his orbs are fixed on the winner.
Verstappen is inescapable.
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Andrea Kimi Antonelli convinced his professors to meet for the wrong reasons.
He doesn't know their story together and, for a second that lasts an eternity, all George does is remember everything.
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The gold around his neck shines like a siren call. Mark’s palms itch. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
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the story of mark and sebastian, told over five olympics
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- Part 9 of vroom vroom fics
- Part 1 of f1 x olympics
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Bookmarked by formulaenby (skylarjokker)
18 Nov 2025
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Best sebmark au like EVER?! The fuck this is too good
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Mexican GP 2025 ended with George at P7.
What a result.
On top of that, "Your man" keeps echoing in his head.
That, he can do something about.
Bookmarked by formulaenby (skylarjokker)
13 Nov 2025
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Sebastian leaned back, chewing his lip. A username. Something that didn’t give anything away. Something that still… felt like him. His eyes drifted to the window, the sky above Monaco already streaked with velvet-blue darkness. Midnight.
Yes. That would do.
“Midnight,” he typed, then hit the create profile button.
Some hours later, the app lit up with little notifications—pings from people looking to connect. Some sent short introductions, others emojis. Most felt shallow, performative, like the digital version of shaking hands without meeting someone’s eyes.
Sebastian opened the app to see what kind of messages he’d gotten. He was about to close out of the app when one message stopped him.Halo: “You don’t seem like the kind of person who enjoys small talk. Am I right?”
Sebastian blinked at the bluntness. He typed back before he could overthink.
Midnight: “You’d be correct. I’m not very good at it.”
A reply came quickly.
Halo: “Good. Neither am I. I’d rather talk about something real than how bad the weather is.”
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Biology doesn’t care about lap charts or championships. It cares about continuation. About proving yourself worthy. A ripe omega in proximity would pull any ready alpha into peak state, make him want to show strength, resilience, skill—a vestigial function coded into bone, muscle and blood, long before anyone invented an internal combustion engine.
If Mark's ruts were hitting harder, if he was clawing at the sheets longer at night, if he was driving like a man possessed, it wasn’t because he was weak. It was because he was efficient. Tuned to purpose.
That was all it was. A biological feedback loop. Sebastian smelled right—smelled fertile, open, meant for him—and Mark’s system responded the only way it knew how. Drive harder. Bite down. Be better. Convince the omega, by sheer display of dominance, that you were the one who’d keep the family alive through the winter.
Bookmarked by formulaenby (skylarjokker)
12 Nov 2025
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LOVEEEE A GOOD A/B/O and this is good omg sooo good
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Countless times Mark thought abhorrent things about Sebastian, countless times Mark had done unspeakable things with Sebastian, and the one time they hurt themselves in the process more than they hurt each other.