"You hate me, don't you?" "No. I wish I did." When rookie Oscar Piastri joins McLaren, Lando Norris doesn't think much of him: quiet, polite, unthreatening. Until the first test. Until Oscar's lap times start haunting him more than the thought of losing ever did. Rivalry turns personal, and attraction feels a lot like obsession. In the season that could make or break them, Lando learns that the real danger isn't on the track. It's the rookie sharing his garage. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Additional tags: angst; enemies to lovers; explicit; sexual content; internalized homophobia; fluff; smut; slow burn;

❝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.

❝ Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling. There's a pause, stretching suspiciously long. A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again. "Sorry," OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. "Thought someone was at the door."❞ Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.

In Formula 1, everything is measured in tenths. Wins. Losses. Mistakes. The space between holding on and losing control. Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri know exactly how thin that margin is. On track, they are teammates, rivals, and the two strongest weapons McLaren has in a title fight that demands everything from them. Off track, they are something far more dangerous: unfinished, unspoken, and already too deep in something neither of them knows how to survive cleanly. What begins as reckless chemistry becomes impossible to contain once it starts meaning more than either of them wants to admit. Because wanting is one thing. Letting it change you is another. And in a sport built on control, precision, and public image, there is no room for the kind of feelings that throw everything off balance. But distance doesn't fix it. Winning doesn't drown it out. And every race weekend forces them back into the same rooms, the same silences, the same impossible choice between protecting themselves and giving in. Because when everything is measured in tenths, it doesn't take much to ruin a life. Or fall in love.

|The sequel to Edge of Insanity| a Minho/TMR fan fiction After finally completing the Maze Trials, Ari, Minho and the surviving Gladers have escaped WICKED. Or so they thought. Discovering they're still trapped in WICKED's horrific experiments, the Gladers have to rely on one another and their wits to survive the next round of tests: the Scorch Trials. Dumped in the desolate wasteland and given an impossible task to complete, they battle Cranks and the elements in a perilous journey. As WICKED grows more desperate it becomes clear the Gladers will never be free from their grasp. Ari and Minho and the others have a choice to make: can they attempt to escape the Trials once and for all? Or will they be forced to pay the ultimate price instead?

|The conclusion to the Edge of Insanity Trilogy| a Minho/TMR fanfiction After escaping the Maze and WCKD's trials, Ari and her friends thought they would finally be free. But in a desperate gamble to save Ari's life, Minho was taken back to WCKD leaving his friends reeling in his absence. With the world around them crumbling and in a desperate race against time, Ari and the Gladers must find a way to save Minho from WCKD. But everyday more people fall sick to The Flare and their chances of survival grow slim. Ari and her friends embark on one last, final stand against WCKD, to burn them all to the ground. But if they fail, they'll never escape WCKD's grasp again.

Rose does not like Harry. And Harry does not like Rose. But perhaps the threat of a ruthless brain and a shady corporate conspiracy could change for them. or, at least, could make a stash of Snickers. He was like the moon-- a part of him was always hidden

Du willst lieber die lektorierte Fassung lesen? Dann bestell sie dir jetzt bei Piper oder dem Buchladen deines Vertrauens! „Ich schnief mein Glück." Wer sich vom Hochhaus stürzt, stirbt. Jack nicht. Stattdessen muss er zur Therapie und Dr. Elisabeth Bloomfield in 48 Sitzungen erklären, was genau eigentlich sein Problem mit dem Leben ist und wieso er ziemlich beschäftigt ist, zu versuchen, seine Unsterblichkeit, das Verhältnis zu seiner Ex-Freundin und die geheime Militär-Organisation, die ihn zum Superhelden ausbilden möchte, zu ignorieren.

It's the profound tragedy of Lando's life, he thinks, to realise he's in love with his teammate - just as Oscar Piastri makes a habit of standing one step higher on the podium, forcing Lando to crane his neck to look at him. Oscar hates watching the light fade from Lando's eyes with every victory he takes from him. He accepted the inconvenient truth long ago: he loves Lando. But he loves winning more.