Russtappen Stories

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Based on X and instagram. Landoscar!!!.

Max and George are rivals on track But in the middle of everything their destiny entwines As the universe pulls them towards each other Like two star crossed lovers entwined for eternity Parenting Kimi Antonelli

Ophelia Evangeline Wolff tinha tudo o que qualquer adolescente poderia desejar. Dinheiro, beleza, fama. Ela era a menina dos olhos de seu pai e a garota de ouro da Mercedes... Mas mesmo a mais requintada maçã de ouro pode apodrecer num piscar de olhos no luxuoso, porém traiçoeiro, mundo da F1. ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Pato comienza a sospechar de su padre Max. Sabe que este está mintiéndole a su otro padre y a él. Max piensa que su secreto está bien guardado, pero como todo hombre es un idiota y eso hace que su familia comience a romperse poco a poco. Sergio a toda costa tratará de que su matrimonio no se destruya, pero no se imagina lo que su pareja oculta. / Chestappen + Pato y Yuki \/ Russtappen + Kimi / Mención de infidelidad / Disculpen si llega a existir mala ortografía

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+

Una historia Russtappen... Charles se encuentra en una situación bastante delicada con Max y Pierre. Y Max no ve la hora de volver con su familia desde esa noche en el Club.

Formula 1 One-shot fanfiction (DriverxDriver) Landoscar, Lestappen, Galex, Yukierre, Bearnelli, and many more... by : smooth_opewation55 #7 on Landoscar (27/04/26) #9 on PierreGasly (09/05/26) #25 on AlexAlbon (15/05/26) #11 on DriverxDriver (29/05/26)

Nürburgring sempre exigiu mais do que velocidade. Exigiu coragem, resistência e a capacidade de sobreviver ao circuito mais cruel do automobilismo. Na estreia de Max Verstappen nas 24 Horas de Nürburgring, a Verstappen Racing desafia todas as expectativas e lidera a corrida por vinte e uma horas consecutivas. Entre madrugada, chuva, tráfego e stints impecáveis, a vitória parece cada vez mais próxima. Até o Inferno Verde cobrar seu preço. Enquanto a corrida escapa de suas mãos a poucas horas da bandeira quadriculada, Max tenta carregar sozinho o peso da derrota - mas George Russell o conhece bem demais para permitir isso. Porque algumas corridas não são lembradas por quem venceu. São lembradas por quem fez história. E Nürburgring jamais esqueceria Max Verstappen.

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.

One's best friend is another's dream girl. A mildly tragic series of incidents involving the three messy, intertwined lives of VS supermodel, Y/n Y/l/n and F1 drivers, George Russell and Max Verstappen.

small moments from the lives of luca, riley and clover with their racing dads, told in oneshots.

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 and carlos was going on a mission from Horner there mission was search a info about Toto Wolff and Zack Brown....

"You got more than you gave," George mumbled. Max's response was sharp - "And I wanted what I got." or: a maxcedes / russtappen one-shot inspired by the song 'room where it happens' from hamilton

Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes-slow, deliberate, almost gentle. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.

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."

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

Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame. "I want you." Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back. "What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed. But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close. He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address. "I want-Lando's home address." Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando." But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke. "O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe. And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always. And then-raw, unfiltered, aching- "I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore." Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas. "You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"

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.