[Deutsch/German] ❗ Alle Handlungen in dieser Geschichte sind reine Fiktion, also von mir selbst ausgedacht. Auch die Charaktereigenschaften und das allgemeine Verhalten habe ich mir passend zum auftreten der Personen* in den sozialen Medien (z.B. YouTube, etc.) ausgedacht.❗ *Personen: Hier Formel 1-Fahrer, Teamchefs etc. ❗Boy x Boy❗ Don't like it, don't read it❗ Summary: Seit Wochen läuft es nicht so gut für George, doch ein Situation (oder waren es doch mehrere?) bringt das Fass zum Überlaufen. Plötzlich ist nichts mehr wie es war und es wird alles andere als besser. George hat das Gefühl, dass er den Boden unter den Füßen verliert. Doch wie heißt es so schön: Es gibt immer ein Licht am Ende des Tunnels. Und plötzlich ist da jemand. Jemand ganz besonders und eine Hoffnung, die man durch nichts zerstören könnte... (Fahrer Grid stand Juli 24) P.S. Ich weiß die Zusammenfassung ist sehr Basic und kurz, doch ich verspreche euch, die Geschichte ist deutlich spannender und es wird nicht nur ein Drama geben 🤭 Alles Liebe und viel Spaß beim Lesen 💖 Eure Rose🌹 [Angefangen: 2. August 2024] [Veröffentlicht: 8. Oktober 2024] [Beendet: ] 👁️11 nach 24 h 👁️113 ⭐10 am 29. Okt. 24 ⭐20 am 29. Okt. 24 👁️200 am 8. Nov. 24❤️ ⭐40 am 28. Nov. 24❤️ 👁️602 am 8. Jan. 25❤️ 👁️903 ⭐60 am 24. Mär. 25 ❤️ 👁️ 1K am 27. Apr. 25❤️ 👁️1,79K ⭐89 am 11. Nov. 25❤️ Ich bemühe mich nur Bilder von Pinterest zu benutzen. Alle von mir selbst kreierten Charaktere gehören auch mir. Bitte kopiert nichts!!! Wenn ihr eine meiner Storys übersetzen wollt oder ähnliches, dann fragt mich einfach. Das ist viel entspannter, als es 'ilegal' zu kopieren.

⚙️ Eine Sammlung von Kurzgeschichten im Omegaverse. ⚙️ Jede Geschichte spielt im Umfeld des Mercedes-Teams. ⚙️ Emotion, Rivalität, Nähe - zwischen Boxengasse und Rudelordnung.

Max Verstappen isn't a hero. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-trying. Too trying. The kind of trying that makes your palms sweat when you lift a grocery box, that makes your chest tighten as the world moves too fast around you. When he steps outside, the streets should've just been another blur, another student hustling, another afternoon slipping by. But then he sees him-someone balancing paper bags with careful hands, oversized hoodie sleeves dragging past his wrists, eyes darting nervously at the crowd. George doesn't mean to stand out. But he does. They collide in the simplest of ways, a spilled bag, a shared glance, a wordless chaos that somehow feels like it could settle into something steady. Max doesn't know why he keeps reaching for the fallen groceries, why he can't look away. George tilts a small smile in his direction, awkward, hesitant, but entirely his own. And for the first time that day, Max pauses-not because he has to, but because he wants to. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this flutter of surprise when George hands him a neatly folded note. Not this quiet curiosity that tugs him toward someone who barely says a word but says everything anyway. "Thank you," the note says one day. And somehow, Max reads it, and it echoes louder than any noise around them. George fidgets with a small board, scribbles something, spins it toward Max. The words are careful, deliberate, tiny moments of trust wrapped in marker ink. Max grins. And George grins back. Between hurried errands, scattered groceries, and moments that teeter on awkwardly sweet, Max begins to see patterns-of care, of thoughtfulness, of someone who notices him just as much as he notices them. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to pay attention, how to stay present, how to see someone fully for the first time. Because this time, when George stretches out a hand, Max doesn't hesitate.

The winter break is over, and George is ready for a fresh start. But his plans are derailed when his best friend, Lando, starts dating the grid's notorious playboy, Max Verstappen. Desperate to protect him, George makes it his mission to get Lando away from Max's influence. But as George gets closer to the enemy, he realizes there's much more to Max Verstappen than the reputation he's built. What happens when George starts to see the man behind the mask?

Max finally lets Lando convince him to participate in secret santa. He immediately regrets it after seeing the name on the paper he's drawn. . . . Word count: 9070 Category: short fic

a bunch of one shots of driver x driver i made myself. a lot of fluff and here and there a bit of smut. enjoy ;) The requests are open.

Max Verstappen and George Russell are two of Formula 1's fiercest competitors, each determined to be number one. But when rivalry blurs into obsession, and competition into attraction, the line between hate and desire becomes impossible to resist. Both of them know but don't want to admit it. In a world where every second counts, can their hearts keep up with the pace and confusion? This is a fanfiction between Max Verstappen and George Russell. 13+

"Is there hate in your heart? Does your body drop and tell you to stop loving you, loving me?" - BLUE SKY by HALE ╰┈➤ written by @francosmo

Max and George are rivals on track But in the middle of everything their destiny entwines As the universe pulls them towards each other Like two star crossed lovers entwined for eternity Parenting Kimi Antonelli

George Russell hates Max Verstappen. Like, actively. They argue. They instigate. They fight over absolutely nothing. George considers Max his sworn enemy; Max considers George... annoying but entertaining. Then one night, George gets sent a fanfiction. A romantic one. About him and Max. Suddenly, Max's smirks linger too long. Their arguments feel charged. Eye contact becomes dangerous. And George - once so sure of who his enemy was - starts getting awkward, flustered, and far too aware of Max's presence. Because maybe the line between rivalry and something else was never as clear as George thought. Enemies. Rivals. Lovers? One fic. One shift. And a rivalry that might burn into something much more dangerous. ; ) - Book 1 - (Can be read as a standalone) Sequels: -) Bet For Feelings - Book 2 - Landoscar