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

No era sorpresa para nadie que Franco y Kimi se llevaran bien. Habian encontrado entre ellos una dinamica que para ambos jovenes resultaba... interesante. Lo que si era sorpresa para todos es que tan profunda era su relacion. La merch de un equipo no puede cambiar todo. O tal vez haya jugado en contra que Mercedes haya decidido una campera exactamente igual a la de Alpine.

George Russell was thirty-two, calm and steady, while Max Verstappen was thirty-four - still sharp and competitive, but with a softer edge that only those closest to him ever saw. For years, they'd moved past being rivals and built a life together, sharing their love for racing and everything else. But they never imagined family would walk into their lives through the paddock gates. It started at a junior karting event. There they found eleven-year-old Kimi Antonelli - quiet, focused, and incredibly talented, but completely alone. No cheering parents, no proper team, just himself and a kart that had seen better days. He lived in foster care, moving from place to place, and racing was the only thing that ever felt truly his. George noticed first, and Max's curiosity quickly turned into concern. What began as small acts of help - adjusting his kart, sharing advice, giving him a ride home - slowly grew into something deeper. They realized they didn't just want to mentor him; they wanted to give him the stability and love he'd never known. This wasn't just about Kimi finding a home. It was about three people from very different backgrounds finding where they belonged. George had grown up with support but constant pressure to prove himself; Max had learned to stand alone from a young age; Kimi had learned not to get attached, because nothing ever stayed. Together, they learned that family isn't about blood or shared names - they chose to keep Kimi's last name, Antonelli, so he would never lose who he was. When the off-season arrived, they stepped away from cameras and races to focus entirely on the adoption process. There were hard days, doubts, and questions from others, but through home visits, quiet evenings, and honest conversations, they built trust. Kimi stopped waiting for them to leave, and George and Max learned how to be the parents he needed. Started: 3 July 2026 | End: 9 July 2026 Completed ✅ Book cover by @iamchxrry

In the high-stakes world of Formula 1, George Russell thrives on order, logic, and a perfectly arranged hospitality suite. But his carefully structured life begins to fracture when Max Verstappen starts "accidentally" invading his space-bearing caramel stroopwafels and unreadable smirks. Between the chaos of a shared affection for the young Kimi Antonelli and the observant eyes of their fellow drivers, George finds himself stuck on "page forty-one" of his life, unable to ignore the growing tension with his greatest rival. From poolside teasing to late-night revelations in the paddock, the two must decide if their connection is a temporary "system error" or the one thing in their lives that finally makes sense.

"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

❝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.

Set in the 2020 failed Australian GP. Max Verstappen and his new rookie teammate don't see eye to eye. Worse, they hate each other and can't be in the same room for two minutes without fighting. What will happen when they're forced into a world sized problem that doesn't give them much choice?

He needed freedom, she only had limits. He gave her freedom, she gave him love. In a way, they were made for each other. What wouldn't they do for love? A George Russell story.

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 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.