two drivers in orange, one shirt makes history.

Lando was still riding the high from securing McLaren the constructor's championship, when their family Christmas celebrations get interrupted by a woman holding a little girl, his daughter, as it turns out. He is left with a small child, travelling the world with McLaren while facing the struggles of a single father. His family and friends, but most importantly, his teammate Oscar, step up to help him with Evelyn (Eva). As Lando watches Eva take a liking to Oscar, he realizes that he has already given away his heart to his teammate.

~ Landoscar story ~ Lando and Oscar haven't been teammates for very long but they do get along quite well, maybe too well. Oscar catches himself feeling something for his fellow driver. Hiding it becomes more and more difficult, especially when Lando is sending ambiguous signals. Will their story finally be a love story? ""I attended the grand prix in Imola and secretly watched the podium ceremony where Lando looked so ... divine, his head proudly raised and his tongue sticking out during the champagne fight, very cocky and ... "Oi Osc, you have some drool there, were you dreaming of me?" I snap out of my daydream and immediately blush."" Some oneshots at the end of this story Englisch isn't my first language so please excuse little mistakes. This is also my first fanfic, don't be too harsh. I hope you enjoy the story at least a little bit :) tumblr: papayapillowprincess ao3: likeawinner481

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?

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.

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.

Max Verstappen e George Russell si odiano, ma se qualcosa cambiasse? Se un giorno si dovessero accorgere che in realtà c'è qualcosa che va oltre all'odio? ~Questa storia l'ho scritta perché non c'è nessuna sulla Russtappen, i mean it's not fair.

❝I dug my heels into the gravel as evidence for you to unravel. A drag path, etched in the surface. Can you find me?❞ Max Verstappen has been bitter about the hand life dealt him for as long as he can remember. While his cousins grow up in ancestral estates and lavish mansions, he spends his childhood in a dingy motorhome, enduring the wrath of an abusive father. Cunning, charming, and utterly ruthless, Max claws his way out of that life the only way he knows how - through lies, well-played deception, and perfectly executed cons. With a loyal crew of misfits at his side, he's built an existence on the edge of society. Yet for Max's insatiable hunger, this quiet life of petty scams isn't enough. He's only ever wanted what he believes should be his. So he fixes his gaze on his greatest target yet: a heist against his spoiled, undeserving cousins - Lordling Lando Norris and billionaire's heir Lance Stroll - the perfect marks to finally undo the shitty hand life dealt him. Standing in his way is Detective Inspector George Russell, lead investigator with Scotland Yard's Major Investigation Team - a man with a spotless reputation, a razor-sharp mind to match his own, and a personal history with Max that neither of them can escape.

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+

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