#sebcedes

[gayferrari]

[f1incorrectquotess]

Lewis: Is there a word that's a mix between angry and sad?

Seb: Desolated, malcolent, disgruntled, resentful-

Nico: Smad.

[hungriestheidi]

And I'm never gonna love again I'm never gonna love again I'm never gonna love again - (cowboy like me x sebcedes)

GOOSE'S 400 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION (for @monacobasedgirldad)

[justaboutsnapped]

THE SILVER WAR (2017) DIR. DAVID FINCHER @f1blrcreatorsfest WEEK 2: TYPOGRAPHY

In 2013, champion driver Lewis Hamilton joins the Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS F1 Team. Three years later, he has won another two championships, but Hamilton finds that his unprecedented success leads to both personal and professional complications as his relationship with his friend and teammate continues to deteriorate.

Inspired by David Fincher's The Social Network (2010).

[kimio7]

Fics that defined my love of f1 rpf

In celebration of literally nothing actually, i bring you a fic rec list of some of my favourites!!! very condensed (100+ -> 15 not even including tumblr fics) and im kinda sad i cant put all of my favs down lol but these are like my must reads!!

pleaseeee read these if u havent already its all amazing even if you dont vibe with the ships themselves

Strollonso:

silver platter by atwater | E | 9k

Literally the first fic I've ever read and basically got me into this fandom (and ship). Theyre both so unhinged and amazing it's a very fun read. Probably the best written lance ive every read.

Make Sound by antimonyandthyme | E | 1k

Makes me so fucking insane no notes this is just amazing oh my god

I make two grand an hour by Kaytheologie | E | 3k

Literally so hot and so amazing. lance is so bitchy in this one is great. amazing writing and amazing premise, literally inspired me to sketch out something right after (might finish it at some point)

Sewis:

provenance by ecorone | M | 18K

Literally the fic that introduced and made me fall in love with sewis. it wrecked me like i still havent recovered at all. the writing itself is just, i vibe to it so much

The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie | E | 26k

might be one of my favourite fics, ever. what a masterpiece genuinely the environment is just so immersive and lush. ive reread it a dozen time and it never gets old

Brocedes:

you're my purple candy high by nothoughtsjustvibes | M | 5k

baby's first brocedes 🥹 started my love affair with emotional destruction. ruined me when i just first read it and ruined me every time after that. The writing is so profound and laid out their tragedy bare.

the torture of small talk with someone you used to love by finedae | T | 2k

baby's first nico fic!! it also destroyed me!! i think this is the one that made me join f1br bc i was just so obsessed with the writing i needed to know what the author was like lol.

3344:

special research vessels by ecorone | M | 15k

listen i thought this ship wouldve been more popular than it is LOL or at least not as hated. regardless, i love this fic so much. I love the environment, I love the dialogue, the characterization, everything. It's just such an amazing reading experience

matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60k

if you havent noticed by now, im obsessed with this author. the prose, the characterizations, how beautifully the magical realism of it all was realized. horror as a genre is so underutilized in fanfics as a whole but when its done, its done amazingly. love love love

Others:

crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by crescenteluce | E | 14k | Alexander Albon/George Russell

This fic is THE galex fic for me. it so funny and the writing is so witty its just fun to read. love the way the environment is constructed and it everything just feels so real. amazing

it's more than I can bear: this interminable want, turning and turning. by Anonymous | E | 2k | Fernando Alonso/George Russell

The vibes are rancid, the ships are niche, the writing is good. what more do you need? i love reading this and i love thinking about this.

Amen by sirius | M | 9k | Fernando Alonso/Lewis Hamilton

THE ferwis fic is my mind and mad me unreasonably obsessed with this ship. its so well written- like i love the characterization so much it makes me insane.

on golden sands bysionisjaune | T | 6k | Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg/Sebastian Vettel

Listen, this and the ships that go sailing are both just amazingly entertaining fics. its objectively such a good read and i enjoy spending my time reading it. its just so fun!

steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by nahco3 | E | 26K | Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen

My favourite medical au fic!! ever!!! everything is just so well realized and the characterization is just spot on!! love everything about this fic and nothing i say can fully explain how amazing this fic is!!!

Shutter Speed byantimonyandthyme | E | 18k | Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber

got me into photography lol. made me purchase my first actual camera. dont know what else to say its just that amazing

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Missing seb hours

[blorbocedes]

For the prompt game: woke up in the wrong body? Clonecest? German twincest? They get freaky friday'd? Whatever your heart desires

Lewis doesn't actually notice anything’s wrong until Nico says, “Don’t worry, we’ll be good. Right, Lew?” to Toto at the end of the Wednesday debrief, flashing a sunny smile.

Lewis stiffens immediately. Nico hasn't called him that in years. What angle is he playing at here? And since when does he joke around during debriefs? Thinking back, Nico had been bouncing around the garage, peeking at both their cars’ suspensions and chatting animatedly to the engineers, even on Lewis’ side of the garage.

The meeting ends, with Toto and Paddy dispersing the team and Nico hangs around, lingering.

“What was that back there?”

Nico sways, shifting his weight from one heel to the other. “Just being good teammates. Buddies, friends.”

Before Lewis can react, Sebastian Vettel storms in with his Ferrari race suit unzipped at the waist, snapping in rapid German.

Nico looks guilty in a sheepish way, says something back that Lewis can only make out his name from.

What the fuck is going on?

Lewis turns to Seb because he doesn't want to deal with Nico being weird. “Hey, man, you're not supposed to be here.”

Seb grimaces, it looks all wrong on his mouth. And his hair is… styled? Coiffed, almost. Lewis wasn't aware Sebastian owned a brush. Nico, on the other hand, had completely unstyled hair today, bangs falling over his eyes like he air dried after taking a shower; not his usual put together self. Lewis doesn't think about him or his hair routine to wonder why.

“You are right,” Seb says with none of his usual playfulness. His mouth is flattened into a thin line. “Nico, a word?”

“Am I in trouble?” Nico quips. “I barely even looked at the cars! Seriously, might be better for your championship chances if you're not dangling your balls in the pool.”

It's a pretty nonsensical remark, especially from Nico who uses controlled diplomacy as a double edged sword. Sebastian, on the other hand, frowns – eyebrows scrunching and mouth going in an almost perfect displeased scowl. It doesn't suit Seb, but it's a face he’s seen a million times on Nico, has teased out of him, has put it on every time he misses a pole, a win, a podium. The way Nico’s standing, his hair, the way he's carrying himself – it's all wrong.

Lewis grabs Nico by the arm. “You're not –” Lewis doesn't even finish his accusation because it's absurd.

Nico looks at him, surprised, and then breaks into a shit-eating grin, self possessed and cocky. “He really doesn't give you enough credit. He thought you wouldn't notice.”

“I shouldn't have trusted you to act normal.” Is Sebastian’s sullen reply, eyes narrowed and zeroed in on where Lewis is holding Nico’s arm. Lewis lets go, suddenly self-conscious.

He hates this, being talked over like he's not even there. The mechanics are starting to notice from outside that Sebastian Vettel in red in their conference room, as if Silvia’s going to come chasing after him any minute. Lewis’ curiosity wins over the facade of being cool and not cracking in case Sebastian and Nico woke up and decided to become best friends and pull an orchestrated prank on him.

“Will either of you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“Lewis, we need to talk. Somewhere private. Your motorhome.” Sebastian’s tone is bossy, standing arms crossed. He doesn't wait, setting off with a determined ease like he knows exactly where it is.

Nico follows suit, adding in a stage whisper, “By that, he means sex.”

[rosyjuly]

jenson about sebcedes

[antimonyandthyme]

circle endless

2k, sebcedes, explicit content

They both claimed they had too much to drink. That was fine, and possibly true. Nico had been handing out shots all night. At one point, he’d licked the salt off the back of Sebastian’s hand like it was a perfectly normal thing to do, glint in his eyes far too bright and knowing.

It didn’t matter. Sebastian liked driving.

“Go slow,” Nico slurred, or fake-slurred. “I like seeing you drive.”

“Who wouldn’t,” Lewis said.

Maybe they knew him a little too well. Sebastian sat up straighter, held the wheel tighter, the praise a sickening coil in his belly. He hovered just under the speed limit while they made out in the backseat.

Easy enough for Sebastian to keep one eye on the road. Lewis hated driving outside of a track, and Nico picked every other Toyota or Ford to hate, but Sebastian enjoyed the easiness of traffic. It was no big task waiting at a red light. Listening to All Shook Up by Elvis on the classic rock station. Watching Lewis and Nico swap air like they couldn’t get enough, while Nico slipped a hand unashamedly down Lewis’ waistband. On a scale of one to ten, this probably ranked pretty mid for a regular cabbie. No one was vomiting. No one was crying. No one was holding a gun to his head.

Yet.

Sebastian alighted them at the guest lobby, fairly deserted at this hour. He waved the valet over, then gave him a twenty to look the other way while Sebastian unfolded two semi-drunk Formula 1 drivers from the back.

Nico was giggling at something Lewis was saying. His usually flawless hair was decidedly flawed, all mussed up from someone running their hands through it. He flopped out of the car, lips dangerously close to Lewis’ very obvious erection. Sebastian straightened him up and eased him on his feet. Nico looked at Sebastian like he could see right through him.

“Aren’t you coming up?”

“I’m one hotel down,” Sebastian said. Nico rolled his eyes while Lewis’ jaw tightened. They all knew that.

“You can’t be this thick, Sebastian.”

“Maybe he’s not interested,” Lewis said, tone neutral.

“Oh,” Nico said, raking his eyes up and down Sebastian, “he’s interested.”

“I’m—” Not? Not not interested? He was looking down the barrel, pointed to his head at last. An unloaded gun wasn’t supposed to carry this much weight. Sebastian could say no, turn around, drive away, and what could they do to him that hasn’t already been done? They’ve just about taken every race in the season.  

“It’s a two-for-one deal,” Nico said, very salesman like, as if he sensed Sebastian just needed an extra push.

Nico’s hip was cocked to meet Lewis’ groin. They were joined together at all their sharpest, angriest angles. Sebastian could see them as a priceless painting, something people stared at and could never get enough of. All those lines and shapes and colours. There was so much to look at.

“We’ll treat you right,” Lewis said softly. Sebastian had to lean in to hear, a fish on a hook. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

Sebastian called for the valet, who scrambled over, expectant. There was something equally expectant in both Nico’s and Lewis’ gazes too. The idling Ferrari sat, almost pretty in its uselessness. Where was its siren call when Sebastian needed it most? He handed the valet another twenty, and then the keys.

--

Nico’s grip under his knees was unrelenting. He was holding Sebastian open like two oyster halves, pearl on display in the middle. The hard line of Nico’s dick pressed like a hot poker against his back. He squirmed, and Nico let one hand go to smack him on the back of his thigh. His body had lost all finesse without Nico holding him up, and Sebastian’s free leg shot out, catching Lewis on the hip.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Spoiling for a fight,” Nico said. Lewis didn’t even look up from the kick. He was staring at a spot somewhere far below Sebastian’s eyeline. Sebastian’s ears burned. His hole fluttered in anticipation. He watched as Lewis swallowed. “You’re just Lewis’ type.”

“I am right here,” Lewis said mildly, like he was used to this. How many people had they invited in this way? Sebastian forced the question back down his throat. You didn’t ask things you didn’t want the answers to.

“You won’t believe,” Nico went on, “how long he’s wanted this. How many times we’ve fought and fucked over this.”

Sebastian knew what to look for—the clenching of Lewis’ jaw, and there it was. He was starting to feel akin to a stuffed teddy bear being torn in half between two children. By tomorrow, he’d be nothing but shredded fabric.

Control had been a pretense ever since he agreed to drive, but Sebastian wouldn’t be Sebastian without trying. “You’re telling me you don’t like this?” Sebastian twisted his torso around to look up at Nico. Through his eyelashes, the way that seemed to irk Nico every time he saw Sebastian do it. “Me, naked in your arms, you don’t like it?”

“I like you—” Nico said slowly, and the pause in between those words and the next was long enough for a stupid little thrill to creep into Sebastian’s chest “—restrained.”

His hand was back on the underside of Sebastian’s knee, and he peeled Sebastian apart with even more vigour than before. Sebastian’s hips were going be in a world of hurt tomorrow. He had no leverage, no give. Nico was a lot stronger than he appeared.

Lewis circled Sebastian’s hole with a lubed-up finger, almost apologetically. He dipped his middle finger in just partway, before pulling out and petting Sebastian’s rim again. In and out, just taking his time. Played with Sebastian until his hole was almost intolerably sensitive. Sebastian was making small, gasping noises. His cock was starting to drool. He couldn’t see Nico’s face, held in place as he were, but he pictured it pleased, before mentally rearranging it to smug.

“For someone so fast,” Sebastian said to Lewis, “you’re being awfully slow.”

It was enough to drag Lewis’ attention up. He looked exasperated, a familiar expression, and unbearably fond, a not-so-familiar expression. Sebastian wondered which one was for who, and decided he liked that it was ambiguous enough that he had to guess. “Seb,” Lewis said. He wrapped his large hand around Sebastian’s cock, didn’t move it, just lay it there. Sebastian moaned like it was torture. “Relax.”

“I can’t,” Sebastian admitted, wriggling helplessly in Nico’s arms. He bore down on Lewis’ finger, and was mildly satisfied at the wounded sound Lewis made. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Come here, then,” Nico said, in a manner Sebastian could only describe as bossy. He let out a hysterical giggle against Nico’s lips. Competitive, even here. He thought he might have understood. It wasn’t enough that they won everything this year. It was never going to be enough. That’s what made them the best. Sebastian was right likening them to a painting. A picture of ultimate appeal. How could anyone ever say no to that?

Nico offered him his most unimpressed look, before shoving his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian focussed on the slick slide of their tongues, and he loosened up under their touches. Lewis had two fingers in his hole now, searching, probing.

“Fucking Christ,” Nico said. His lip was going to be beautifully swollen tomorrow. Lewis had thrust his fingers up against Sebastian’s prostate, and Sebastian had bit down on the closest thing available.

Lewis looked delighted. Sebastian grinned. Lewis grinned back. Nico sank his teeth into the meat of Sebastian’s shoulder in retaliation. This was all starting to become very funny. Sebastian liked to think he did better in the funny. The same way he did better in the wet. In the right conditions, even collisions could be fun.

“If the two of you are going to fight over me,” Sebastian said, craning his neck to look at them both, “then fight over me, damn. Schoolboys could do this better.”

Lewis pushed against his prostate, and Nico’s teeth clamped around his nipple. Sensation jolted through him from all directions. His synapses were rewiring, his skin was hot. Oh. Sebastian might have bitten off more than he could chew.

Fuck it. They were somewhere far ahead, and Sebastian needed to catch up.  

Nico’s hands were no longer holding Sebastian’s knees up. He was rolling Sebastian’s left nipple in between his fingers, and sucking Sebastian’s brain out through his right. Sebastian sagged back against Nico’s solid chest. Lewis’ fingers were stuffing him so full he could barely breathe. His cock lay neglected on his stomach, while Lewis rolled his balls leisurely in his palm. In stringing Sebastian along the edge, they were united.

“Please,” he gasped, limbs trembling. He was so hard it hurt. “Lewis. Nico. Lew—ah, Nico. Please.”

The world went stark when Lewis pushed in, and Nico’s hand found his cock. Sebastian’s mind went to a different place. A second time, a third. Nico fucking him while he fucked Lewis. Lewis riding Nico while Sebastian watched. Sebastian sucking Nico’s cock while Lewis fucked him so hard he saw stars. It all played out before him, as predictable as the season went.

The ending? Predictable as well. There wasn’t a way this went that would end with all of them being happy.

He was wailing, calling out for impossible things, calling out for them both. Nico’s fingers were mean on the head of his cock, pinching and rubbing at his slit. Lewis was splitting him open.

Two-for-one. Two against one. Sebastian didn’t really stand a chance.

He came with a garbled shout. Was it their names? He wasn’t sure. Nico was kissing his cheeks, now wet with tears. Lewis fucked into him gently. He twitched and shuddered in their arms. Someone was petting his hair, someone was stroking his hip. Sebastian floated, suspended in air. Perfect stillness. He could make out the landing zone, but it could wait.

--

Everyone was at the weekend party. When the winner was already decided, it lent itself to greater relaxation. Why stress when you already knew the result? Even Kimi couldn’t stay away.

Oh, fuck. Even Kimi.

Sebastian was going to have to get used to Nico licking his hand like a stray dog. Nico’s tongue felt rough against his skin—or was it his skin that felt rough against Nico’s tongue? The lights were blurring everything. It was the fifth shot Nico had downed. He was going to actually be drunk this time. Lewis was off sulking somewhere. Toto had yelled at them both. Tonight was going to be rough. Anticipation curled in Sebastian like a spark in an engine.

Kimi didn’t say much. He never needed to.

“It’s not—” Sebastian couldn’t finish his sentence. Not when he didn’t know what it was himself.

Kimi grunted.

He wasn’t being taken advantage of if he allowed it. He wasn't being used if he used back. And it wasn’t wrong if he wanted it.

“It’s just some fun,” he said weakly.

“Is it,” Kimi said. He pried the shot Nico had shoved into Sebastian’s hand away. Stared at it for a second with distaste, before downing it himself.

Sebastian barked out a laugh. “You’re a good friend, iceman.”

“Good friends tell their friends off when they’re being stupid,” Kimi said. He clicked his teeth together, before shrugging. “Don’t drink if you’re driving.”

It was the best advice he could give, being that it was the only advice Sebastian would listen to. Maybe they’d just been that obvious. Maybe the three of them would circle endlessly on a mobius strip until their tires ran into the ground. In every one of the scenarios, a crash.

Half-past midnight found Sebastian waiting by the car. The air was crisp enough to wake him up. Nico stumbled out first, shirt askew. Lewis showed up, not five minutes later, like he couldn’t even wait long enough to fake a believable story.

“You driving?” Lewis said.

It wasn’t a question that needed answering. Sebastian held up the keys.

[bbglewis]

bestie thoughts on all seb ships (rank them please 🥺🥺🥺)

OKAY THEN

1. Sewis- without question. it's the soulmatism. the parallels. the unabashed love for one another. its the LORE. it's the "one single thread of gold tied me to you"

2. Martian- the PLOT. the dynamics. the angst. the reconciliation. i will never shut up

3. Sebson- maybe an unpopular opinion but GODDAMN IT they were fucking okay. it's the feral behaviour of the early 2010s. the flirting. it's SOLAR FLARE

4. Sebchal - okay catholic(Ferrari) guilt. it's the themes. the potential. the star crossed lovers of it all for me.

5. Sebmarkson- Yeah. That's it.

6. Sebcedes- bc it's fucking funny

to me the rest are just... there

• Simi- see I get it but it's so meh

•Sebdan- better platonic

•Smick- REALLY REALLY depends on the way it's written, otherwise it's better platonic/familial

•Vettonso- it's batshit crazy 😭😭

•Seb/Michael - again, it REALLY DEPENDS on how it's done or it's WEIRD

[effervescentdragon]

WIP WEDNESDAY! On a Friday because time is meaningless, taking the tag from @ayceeofspades bcs I can, and sharing the part of my Jurassic Park AU bcs I'm super proud of this part 🥰 the intended audience for this is Me and I'm using it to get over some shit and my writers' block bcs I need to. Gonna tag @river-ocean just because this is part of what I was telling you about, and leaving the tag open for whoever wants it 🥰

“What the fuck did you do?” he asked in a voice that sounded like a knife cut. “Are you trying to tell me - you actually - what do you mean, you got creative?” Rosberg almost stuttered, his words coming out fast, mixing with each other.

“Please tell me you didn’t,” Hamilton added softly. “Please, tell me you didn’t.”

George looked both baffled and embarrassed.

“What, uh, what do you mean?” George said, straightening himself up. “I assure you -”

“He means, please tell us you didn’t try to play God,” Sebastian said. When Arthur turned to look at him, the man looked furious and scared in the same measure. “Please tell us you did not engineer a new species of dinosaur.”

George cleared his throat. “Well. The corporate thought, and from what I understand, the numbers confirmed it, that Jurassic World was losing its relevance as an attraction. So they -”

“- let their greed influence them,” Sebastian interrupted. Arthur caught some movement through the glass. They were lowering a cow, a live one, into the paddock, probably as bait for this new dinosaur.

Arthur thought Indominus rex was a very cool name. He wasn’t about to share it with anyone, not now, when Vettel and Rosberg both looked outraged and Hamilton looked like he’d seen a ghost. Max and Ricciardo, who were both standing behind them, both had frowns on their faces.

He glanced at Charles, who was looking at the cow, and grimaced. Charles really liked cows. Arthur stepped closer to his brother on instinct.

“I - I would not put it quite like that,” George tried to argue, but Rosberg was having none of it.

“Did none of you learn anything from Jurassic Park?” He scoffed. “Let me guess, you took Marko’s research and completely ignored the consequences of it, consequences we-” he gestured around, “barely fucking lived through and testified against, since you managed to straighten out the genetic code for regular dinosaurs.” His eyes flashed. “Are regular dinosaurs not enough anymore?”

“Corporate thought a new species may up the ‘wow’ factor of the establishment and make us more relevant,” George answered.

“They are fucking dinosaurs,” Sebastian spat. “They are already ‘wow’ enough.”

“They thought it would make more money, more like,” Hamilton scowled. “Cash is king, isn’t it. Just like in Jurassic Park.”

“It took years to iron the knacks in regular dinosaurs’ DNA,” said Rosberg. “How long have you had to mix up this creative solution?”

“And even with regular ones, they are animals born and bred in captivity,” Hamilton continued. “The patterns of their actions are barely quantifiable.”

“What did you even put in the cocktail?” Vettel asked. “Which species have you added, and have you considered all the variations of their instincts and how they may interact with already fragmented dinosaur DNA?”

“Did you consider anything aside from corporate greed and trying to make as much money possible from playing with things that shouldn’t be played with, since you can’t even begin to predict the consequences?” Hamilton’s eyes flashed as he spoke.

“It’s no wonder we weren’t notified of this,” Rosberg snorted. “The ethical considerations alone are a fucking nightmare, but neither the corporate assholes nor you scientists think of ethics much, do you?”

“You only thought of whether or not you could,” Vettel finished in a low voice. “It never occurred to you to think if you should.”

Arthur admired George in that moment, because the man bore the triple attack with only slight rufflement. They are like raptors, Arthur thought, Vettel, Rosberg, and Hamilton. Attacking the prey from all sides, playing off each other, not allowing the prey to catch a moment’s respite. And they aren’t even in a good relationship right now. I would have loved to see them when their attacks were coordinated.

[justaboutsnapped]

and so it begins...

i look at this picture and some quietly threatening theme from the social network soundtrack starts playing in my head

[sionisjaune]

Part 2 of the problematic sebcedes polyamory by which i was consumed this afternoon:

The aftermath of the failed threesome is as follows: Seb spends Saturday evening watching Taskmaster with Lewis instead of dropping him off at Nico’s apartment, and he is awoken the following morning (read: the crack of dawn) by a spectacular blowjob. Lewis beckons him out of bed with promises of smoothie bowls and granola. Seb likes these things, but not as much as Lewis does. He wonders whether Nico gets this treatment when Lewis sleeps over there. 

By 5:30 a.m., Seb and Lewis are on the way to the beach, Seb in the driver’s seat and Lewis blasting ENNY from the stereo speakers. When they arrive, Lewis changes into his tiny swim trunks behind the car, and Seb strips down to his boxers. It’s fucking freezing, and the sun is just peeking above the horizon. Seb shivers and wiggles his bare feet atop the sand while Lewis ties his hair back.

The polar bear plunge involves charging madly towards the tide with a few hundred other nutty participants and submerging one’s entire body in near zero degree water. Seb grabs Lewis’s hand and orients him towards the water. He can feel himself grinning. Lewis is already bouncing on the balls of his feet—he loves this shit too. 

Seb and Lewis race down the beach, hand in hand, until the water is up to Seb’s waist, and he can practically feel his balls retracting into his body. 

“Fuck, that’s cold!” Seb shouts over the sound of a hundred other freezing people shrieking. 

Lewis giggles madly and pulls Seb under. He comes up sputtering and shuddering, but Lewis rewards him with a sub-zero kiss on the lips. 

In the end, Seb has to drag Lewis out of the water and back to the car. He retrieves the emergency blankets from the trunk, and they cuddle up in the backseat with a thermos of mint tea. 

“We should do this again next year,” Lewis says, knocking his head against Seb’s. 

“I think my toes are going to fall off,” says Seb. Lewis snorts. 

-

After the polar bear plunge, Seb savours a picturesque dinner with Lewis downtown before Lewis has to leave to start packing for a work trip. He wants to protest, but he knows it really will take Lewis most of a day to stuff his ridiculous, designer luggage. Lewis sends him a text when the plane is about to take off, and then five days later Seb is waiting in front of the airport to pick him up. 

Seb helps him heave two suitcases and a compact duffel into the back before kissing him on the cheek. Lewis lingers in his arms for an extra second, his chin on Seb’s shoulder. 

“I missed you,” says Lewis. 

“Let’s stop at the pizza place you like,” Seb says. 

Lewis pulls back with wide eyes. “Cauliflower crust?” 

“Obviously,” says Seb. 

-

Two days later, Seb is back at the airport, dropping Lewis off for the promised Bali trip. Nico is waiting at the gate with his own ridiculous mountain of luggage and giant, tinted sunglasses sliding down his nose. Lewis jogs happily into his arms while Seb lingers beside the rack of overpriced travel pillows. 

Seb crumples the receipt for Lewis’s green juice in his fist, watching Nico and Lewis tow their suitcases towards the boarding area. Nico is literally intolerable—Seb can’t stand to be in a room with him. Speaking to him is like speaking to an ex that knows how to push all of his buttons and doesn’t hesitate to do so whenever it’s convenient for him. The only good part about it is that Nico doesn’t like him either, which prevents Seb from shouldering any guilt. 

He walks back through the airport to get to his car and drive home. Roscoe greets him at the door, snuffling like a human with a severe sinus infection. Seb kneels to the floor to pat him on the head, and Roscoe flops on his back and wiggles gratefully, soliciting tummy rubs.

Seb used to have another partner—this was in the middle of Lewis, two-ish years ago—but he was younger and ultimately not interested in Seb’s lifestyle, so it ended. Still, it was nice to have someone living in his home.

Now it’s just Lewis. Seb is okay with that. 

-

Seb and Lewis are in the car again, on the road to spend the weekend camping out in Joshua Tree. Lewis reserved the site he wanted six months ago and has been talking about it ever since. Seb convinced him to pack one suitcase instead of two, and made him promise they won’t break up during the fight that will inevitably happen while pitching the tent. 

“If anyone would break up with anyone over a tent,” says Lewis, his elbow out the window, “it would be you breaking up with me. Not that I’m calling it, or anything.” 

“Ha ha,” says Seb. “Wait until I tell you you can’t light candles inside the tent.” 

“The tent is flame resistant,” says Lewis. “I checked.”  

Seb shrugs, one hand on the wheel. “Sure. Let’s test it.” 

Lewis snorts, and settles against the window. The dust from the road is floating inside the car, mixing with the afternoon sunlight to form a heavy haze. Lewis looks good in rugged conditions—as good as he does wrapped in fluffy bathrobes and slathered with shea butter.

“So,” says Lewis, turning his torso towards Seb. He really should wear his seatbelt correctly. “About two weeks ago. We didn’t talk about it… but that was objectively awesome sex, right?”

“Excuse me?” says Seb. It figures that Lewis would trap him in the car for this conversation. He blows out an overwhelmed breath. “It was… satisfying, in a certain respect.” 

Lewis tilts his head and sucks on his lower lip. He has that wobble in his eyes like he isn’t very happy with what he’s being told. “You’re telling me that wasn’t the most intense, coordinated scene we’ve ever done?” Lewis rubs his temple. “Fuck, that was so hot, when both of you…” Lewis trails off and his thighs fall open a few extra centimetres. Seb wonders if he’s remembering the part where he and Nico fucked Lewis at once, both holes filled, or when Seb held Lewis down so that Nico could eat him out. 

Seb chooses his words carefully. “It was a challenge,” he says. “There was a lot of negotiation that you didn’t see beforehand.” 

“It was perfect,” says Lewis. Seb chances another look over at Lewis, spread across the passenger side. His smoothie and his kombucha occupy both cupholders, and he clipped an air freshener to the dash that smells like pina colada. “Thank you for doing it for me.”

Seb grips the steering wheel and forces his gaze back to the endless road. He can’t think of anything he wouldn’t do for Lewis, even if Nico were involved.

[lesharl-eclair]

lewis ot3 fic recs

for @f1ot3fest !! i promised myself i wouldn't ramble but this turned out ridiculously long so ... i actually need to learn to shut up

all fics below the cut; if you enjoyed these fics, please show the authors comment and kudo love; should you be the author of a fic that's here, and don't want to be here, please reach out to me and your wish is my command :)

NO this is so funny bcs half of this is fics by the creator/recced by the creator BUT ITS OK. THESE LITERALLY ARE SO DEAR TO ME *clutches to chest* please go read please go read

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heist AU by @sionisjaune (sebcedes)

on golden sands (T, 6.2k)

Mark rolls his eyes. “Skip the crap, Jense. Who’s the mark.” Jenson lifts his whiskey and swallows the dregs. “One Baron Nico Rosberg. Currently installed in Greece, inherited the title from his mother. His father—” “Keke Rosberg. 1982 Formula One World Drivers Champion,” says Seb. The others look at him like he’s just materialized out of thin air. Lewis cocks his head thoughtfully, and the bizarre sleeves of his jacket rustle with the movement.

the ships that go sailing (E, 11.7k)

As it turns out, threesomes are not especially logistically challenging when two of the participants are experienced organizers of high-profile heists, and the third is determinedly horny.

err okay i think this was something i read before i had the concept of sebcedes or like ot3s. so it was a pure yOU CAN DO THAT??? visceral reaction the first time i read on golden sands. i was quaking in my seat. anyway upon sufficient rereads i have apparently collected my thoughts enough to say that the first part of the series is nothing like the second in terms of content (i read all the way to the middle of the ships that go sailing and suddenly realised that it was a sequel and uh. had a very violent reaction.)

the premise is wonderful, oceans 11 is great to begin with and the way every detail is taken care of in the au!! the characterisation of it all... the tangled mess of interpersonal relationship... it feels like every character has their space to shine, and this on top of a quasi-convoluted plot is quite incredible. aND THE SEBCEDES OH MY GOD THE SEBCEDES. the denouement. the start of something that seb can;t even begin to imagine. lewis and nico both being batshit crazy. sex retirement fic. somehow you managed to capture all the nuances (brocedes + seb + the emotional push pull + the competition?? a bit of quiet almost fragile sico? the boat scene hello??? brocedes being so chaotic it gives me whiplash?????) i actually cannot get enough of the way you write them

i can probably write so much more about this but i will stop here :0 maybe one day i will rereview this and end up with a five page essay or something. who knows.

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Circle Endless by @antimonyandthyme (E, 2k) (brocedes + seb)

“It’s a two-for-one deal,” Nico said, very salesman like, as if he sensed Sebastian just needed an extra push.

the vibes here are so horrifically good. lowkey unhealthy. probably one of THE defining brocedes + seb fics - it's set up and played out as a 2v1 (in 2016!!), and the toxicity of it all is so asasasandsjfadjsfasdfs . there's so much conflict everywhere: within seb, the way brocedes also fight for dominance on the bed (bc of course they do), seb needing more despite whatever it's doing to him... that scene with kimi is pure poetry. so much to unpack in so little, and excellent excellent sex

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made a hundred good stories by @red-flagging (E, 24.6k) (for a kinkmeme prompt) (alex + sewis)

“That problem you were telling me about,” Seb says, giving Alex a meaningful look. “I wanted to know if you wanted us to help you take care of it. Lewis and I.” This isn’t happening. Alex is having the most stressful, least erotic wet dream of all time. Helmut has gotten bored of subtle nudges and has graduated to full-on psychological warfare to get Alex to quit on his own and save the team from having to buy out his contract. Lewis actually did give him a concussion in Austria, and the long-term brain damage is only now starting to set in. "...You can't be serious," Alex says weakly. Seb shrugs. “You don’t have to say yes,” he says. “But if you’re just looking to have some fun–it might as well be with people who know what they’re doing.”

ok claire. coherence.

I CANNOT BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS FIC LIKE AT ALL??? i have tried so many times

the alex characterisation. the hellhole that is redbull. the exhaustion. so much DETAIL that it's painful to look at

the galex? the galex. oh my god the way it meanders in all the little spaces between alex's frankly ridiculously busy life, the LAYERS. the so much unsaid & the way they dance around each other even in texts. the way alex holds himself back but still wants.

alex/seb. seb being an all round menace to society (Quite honestly, he sort of forgets the conversation with Lewis even happened up until Bahrain, when Seb sidles up to him on some balcony on Thursday and says, casually, “So, gay cruising, eh?”) ?????? ? ? ? ? the perfect timing of seb's proposition. so much else but the deviousness of it all..

that little bit with alex and lewis. the painful awkwardness of that conversation (but also how much lewis eventually got out of it). seb's retirement & lewis' instant protectiveness!! ^^

the racing metaphors are so apt somehow (and even more fitting because alex has basically been consumed by the redbull grind........) this is a detail i personally really really enjoyed

THE SEX bro i cannot even?????? ???? i cannot do it justice here but um. the sewis is clearly there and framed so strikingly against a hesitant tired alex. the games sewis play. LEWIS GUIDING ALEX.SFSHHGSHGHHHHGG the car's still spinning and the walls that don't exist...... how at the end of it all it's still only glimpses of sewis that alex gets but how it's enough for him to maybe start figuring things out with georgie.... the post sex clarity....

oh this was so damn incoherent wasn't it. this fic made me, to quote @kritischetheologie, reconsider everything i thought i knew about alex albon.

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a bedroom where your heart is by @hungerpunch (M, 1.5k) (vasewis)

“Someone will have to go for ingredients,” Valtteri says. He does not happen to keep vegan cheese stocked. “I vote the youngest,” Sebastian says, grin sly. Valtteri blinks. “Wait—” “Sorry,” Sebastian says, affecting a suspiciously convincing faux innocence, as if he’s truly apologetic but his hands are simply tied. “Seniority rules.”

closing this with some good achingly wholesome content. FOOD AS LOVE and i am so so so here for it oh my goddddd ... val taking care of sewis and finding the greatest satisfaction from it/it not being always about the sex (though the sex IS good!) and finding contentment in those small domestic-bliss moments/the scene-setting, the food described as lovingly as it's prepared, the quiet early-hour moments and seb in a way the middleground between val's discipline and lewis' indulgence when it comes to mornings... there's so much to just revel in and enjoy here!! a comfort fic in the truest senst of the word. :)

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that was long. and probably extremely incoherent. oh well. thanks for reading till the end and remember to show the authors some love!!

as always, if you enjoyed this, or if i missed any fic, please let me know :) drop me an ask mayhaps if you would like more fic recs, and i will try my best to give timely unqualified opinions <3

[blorbocedes]

saw this on twitter and it was pretty funny

[earthdoves]

And you did some damage so I'm making you pay (You may think you're winning, but checkmate)

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