❝𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨.❞ - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩: 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘹 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘵... 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴.

⚠️ Mature Completed Story 18+ ✓ Max Verstappen has it all on paper. A four-time World Champion, fame, speed... but inside, he's unraveling. Sleep-deprived, stressed, and terrified of disappointing his father, Max is at his breaking point. His best friend Daniel insists he see a psychologist, so Max secretly books an appointment. Only to run into Charles Leclerc, his childhood karting rival, and Monaco's top sports psychologist. Old memories resurface, walls come down, and boundaries blur. Max has never needed someone like him before, and Charles has never forgotten the boy who once raced by his side. But falling in love with a client isn't supposed to happen... is it? Fast laps, therapy sessions, childhood grudges, and forbidden love collide in this story about healing, trust, and the risk of letting someone in. A short lestappen AU with a blending of psychology, racing, and romance.

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

He never expected to find love in a dangerous viking. Prince Charles had grown up in a world of isolation but what would happen if an attack upon his home would lead him to the world of the vikings.

"To love is divine. To confess is forbidden." Charles Leclerc was born with beauty in his veins - the descendant of Aphrodite herself. But the goddess's blessing came with a curse: those of her blood can never confess their love first, or risk losing it forever. He's lived his whole life watching love slip through his fingers, trapped in silence by the will of a goddess long gone. Then he meets Max Verstappen - fierce, stubborn, electric. A son of Zeus, born from thunder and pride. Their connection is instant, dangerous, undeniable. But neither can yield - not the god of storms, and not the cursed child of love. As divine legacies clash and mortal hearts burn, Charles must decide: break the curse... or break his heart.

George Russell never wanted to get involved with Max Verstappen. It began with something small-a handkerchief pressed into his hand, a look that lingered too long. "Nuh-uh. I don't take back something I've already given away. So..." his gaze dropped briefly to the cloth before flicking back up to George's eyes. "You keep it." Max was relentless, always appearing where George least expected him, always asking questions George refused to answer. Every time George tried to push him away, Max only stepped closer, until George panicked and told the lie that changed everything. "I already belong to someone." Max's smile faded that day. George carried the weight of it in his chest, torn between the truth he couldn't say and the feelings he couldn't kill. Meanwhile, Carlos Sainz had his own storm brewing. His new rival, Charles Leclerc, wasn't just another name on campus-he was fire. Their first meeting ended in fists and insults, and from that moment, they were inseparable enemies. Every hallway became a battlefield, every shared space an arena for their sharp tongues and sharper glares. Yet beneath the anger was something neither wanted to admit-something that burned hotter than hate. "I hate you!" "Well. I hate you more, captain." Carlos told himself he despised Charles. Charles told himself he only wanted to win. But when their fights dragged them too close-pressed against lockers, words falling into silence-they both realized it wasn't victory they craved, but each other. Two stories unfolding in the same place. George, hiding his heart behind lies, while Max refuses to let him go. Carlos, drowning in rivalry, while Charles tears his world apart piece by piece. And somewhere between the fights, the lies, the jealousy, and the stolen moments, four boys find themselves caught in the kind of chaos that feels a lot like love. "I've tried hating you, forgetting you, replacing you-but still, I want you."