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Lewis Hamilton/Max Verstappen, shipname 4433

Lewis and Max, Max and Lewis. how to introduce them. a seven time world champion who dominates the field for years, after the roughest patch to get into the sport, the constant racism surrounding him eveywhere, 'it's just the car', they say, and yet despite everything they throw at him, he perseveres, he shares his love for the world through his activism, a voice for everyone, loves fashion, networks with colleague-celebrities, can be found at the met gala, has a special instagram for his dog, social and always has a nice set of encouraging words ready. and then as his polar opposite the golden boy, someone who was put in a kart when he could barely walk, a rough childhood with a divorce and a strict father, described as aggressive by some and passionate by others, closet consisting of team merch and white shirts, not too focused on the world around him, just his tight-knit group of friends he's had since high school before he dropped out to race with the big leagues. the guy. the dude.

suddenly he's in a fast car, faster than the junior team, and that then-three time world champion crashes into his teammate giving this teenager the opportunity of a lifetime: a race win. and then, fast forward some years, many many many podiums shared, part of the most reoccuring combination of podiums in the history of the sport. suddenly this young guy's car is fast, faster, close to that of the reigning champion. the reigning champion who speaks of his reitrement, who decides that when he wins this championship, his record-breaking eighth, it will be enough. but it isn't handed ot him, it isn't made easy. it's the most controversial season of the history of formula one. tensions between teams run high and yet the two dudes in question can keep their heads mostly cool. they crash they burn they fail, but then they spray champagne and crack jokes seconds later. how do they do it? no one knows. in the end, the young golden boy takes the trophy and with it the elder's plans of retirement. lewis decides to stay, to remain in the sport. that isn't made easy for him, rough years and a shitty car follow. but then small glimpses of hope, a third place here, more second places there. not yet at the top step but happiest he's been in his life. and on his side stands max, now a two time world champion on his way to get a third, years after lewis was in that same position. they joke together, they hug, they smile. and that, with all they've been through. how do they do it?

i could only wonder and write my imagination out to the world. welcome to this rollercoaster ship. we never know what might happen next, but we know we have our funny little stories to write all about it.

Zhalia's works for 4433, as posted on AO3 as well

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