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

In a season where only the WDC matters, Max Emilian Verstappen wears #1 like a promise he intends to keep. The man carries a dark secret, he was George's secret lover behind it all. He was a man who inflicted pain mentally and physically upon the Mercedes driver, not giving any mercy. The World Drivers' Championship comes first. It always has. George William Russell, with the driver number #63, learns early what it means to love someone who is already committed-to victory, to legacy, to history. Their connection lives in stolen moments between races, occasional rough and forced sex done after Sundays, and the cold words and control that always end with George being beaten up after each interaction with the Dutchman. Max is chasing the thrill of controlling others. While George is waiting for Max's affection, the reassurance that everything will go just fine, the want of an actual, devoted lover beside his bed every night. But the truth isn't as bright as it seemed to be for George. Because when the trophy is within reach, there is no room for hesitation of sorts. No room for something real. No room for love. This is a story about what really happens behind closed doors between the two, as they battle out for the trophy in front of the camera, while Max has a dark secret behind them. Some victories don't come with room for a real relationship, or... maybe it does?

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+

Sur la piste, ou même en dehors de celle-ci, Max semble avoir un réel dédain pour son adversaire britannique. Et c'est réciproque. Max Verstappen x George Russell ps: Je suis responsable de ce que j'écris et non de ce que vous lisez !

It's no secret George Russell and Max Verstappen don't get along, the on track rivalry was legendary among fans and drivers alike, snide remarks in post race interviews, threats and more insults than they could count. Max thinks George is uptight and too much of a killjoy; George thinks Max is arrogant and reckless. Everything changes after Max has a very vivid and romantic dream of George that makes him question how he really feels about the other, chaos ensues. or the one where Max has a dream about George that changes everything.

Max Verstappen has everything-money, confidence, and a trail of headlines that never seem to stop following him. Owner of V Square, adored and hated in equal measure, he lives loud. Too loud. And then there's George Russell-calm, composed, a fashion designer whose brand Maison Joré defines quiet luxury. Where Max is chaos, George is order. Where Max flirts, George builds. And somehow, they collide in the middle of it all. "Morning, darling." Max teases, leaning on George's desk. "Don't call me that." They don't make sense. They argue in showrooms and fall asleep on opposite sides of the couch, always meeting again somewhere in between. But when George finds out that Max's past isn't as buried as he thought, the chaos breaks loose. "If you want me to trust you," George says, voice trembling, "then clean it up. All of it." So Max does-chasing ghosts, making amends, trying to prove that change isn't just a word he throws around. Somewhere along the way, his laughter gets softer. His touch steadier. His eyes only on George. When he returns, it isn't with grand gestures or expensive gifts-just quiet honesty. "I'm not perfect," Max admits. "But I'm done running." George exhales, half-smiling. "You're insane." "And you love it." sometimes, the heart doesn't untie. it learns to stay tangled.

a russtappen ff where max joins mercedes -------------------------------------------------------------------- [06.01.2026 - 1 #russtappen] "You?" George finally managed to erupt, his voice laced with pure, raw disbelief, rising in volume. "Are you f***ing serious, Max? How can one person be so completely, utterly full of himself! Are you seriously here to destroy our team, too, just like you did to Red Bull?" "What? No!" Max shot back, instantly defensive. "Just like you, George, I want the best team possible to ensure I become a world champion," he countered sharply, defensively crossing his arms over his chest.

Max Verstappen hates Christmas. George Russell lives for it. Their rivalry has always been fiery, but as the holiday season approaches, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. Forced to spend time together, Max's usual gruffness and George's festive cheer create a tension neither can ignore. Max tries everything to break George's festive spirit, but George is determined not to let Max ruin his favorite time of year. With Christmas music, decorations, and holiday chaos everywhere, the two F1 drivers struggle with the growing sparks between them. Can Max learn to embrace the magic of Christmas, or will their rivalry burn too hot to handle? A fiery slow-burn romance full of Christmas spirit, holiday cheer, and plenty of heated moments between two drivers who just can't seem to stay out of each other's way.

The 2025 F1 season was supposed to be calm. Max Verstappen and George Russell had finally stopped hating each other - at least enough to share a paddock without sparks flying. But one party, one bet, and one kiss later... everything changes. What starts as drunken teasing between friends spirals into something hotter, messier, and much more dangerous. From reckless dares and heated arguments to stolen moments, bruised necks, and quiet mornings tangled in each other's arms, Max and George find themselves crossing every line they swore they wouldn't. The problem? They're not just two drivers anymore. They're rivals. They're teammates to rookies who see them as "divorced parents." They're surrounded by friends who won't stop gossiping. And worst of all - they're falling. Fast. 🔥 Enemies-to-lovers 🔥 Party bets, bad decisions & chaotic friends 🔥 Domestic moments in between the fire 🔥 Max being brutally honest, George blushing about it What happens when two men who live to fight discover they can't stop wanting each other instead?

"Whenever anything isn't going his way, he lashes out with unnecessary anger and borderline violence." Oh, George Russell... I'm going to make you regret saying that.