Истории Russtappen

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+

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 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

The winter break is over, and George is ready for a fresh start. But his plans are derailed when his best friend, Lando, starts dating the grid's notorious playboy, Max Verstappen. Desperate to protect him, George makes it his mission to get Lando away from Max's influence. But as George gets closer to the enemy, he realizes there's much more to Max Verstappen than the reputation he's built. What happens when George starts to see the man behind the mask?

Lando and Oscar have been inseparable since they were sixteen: best friends, flatmates and now students navigating university life in London. Between late-night takeout, afternoons studying together and the quiet comfort of knowing each other too well, their apartment has always felt like home. For Oscar, it's exactly that. For Lando... it's something more. Lando has been in love with Oscar since the moment they met, a feeling he's buried beneath jokes, shared routines and years of almosts. Everything changes the night he stumbles home drunk and crosses a line neither of them can pretend didn't exist. The kiss is real. The feelings are worse. And there's one unavoidable complication: Oscar has a girlfriend. A few nights later, honesty finally cracks the surface. Oscar admits he doesn't regret what happened but freshly broken up and emotionally raw, he refuses to rush into anything new. Words turn sharp, emotions spiral and the conversation ends in a fight that leaves both of them shattered in different ways. That same night, Lando doesn't make it home safely. As Lando lies in a hospital bed and Oscar's anger keeps him away, their friends - Max&George and Daniel&Alex - step in where Oscar can't. Guilt, fear and unresolved love collide, forcing Oscar to face what he's been running from and what he might lose if he waits too long. This is a story about first love that never faded, bad timing, messy choices and the fragile line between friendship and something more... where healing doesn't come easy and love refuses to stay quiet.

Kingston university: GeorgeWilliamRussell- art major, 20, Alexalbon- art major, 20 LandoNorris- photography, 19 Oscarpiastri- business major, 17 Maxverstappen- engineering, 21 Charlesleclerc- photography, 21 Carlossainz- art major, 22 Lancestroll- business major, 19 Estebanocon- art major, 21 Yukitsunoda- photography, 18 Lewishamilton- engineering , 22 Pierregasly- art major, 20 Kimiantonelli- photography, 19 Olliebearman- business major, 22 Francocolapinto- art major, 20 Isaackhadjar- business major, 20 Gabiborteleto- engineering, 20 Nicohulkenburg- business major, 22 Liamlawson- engineering, 23

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."

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.

[ oneshots or more.... ] THIS BOOK CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT. LGBTQ+ F1 ships, bxb. -REQUEST OPEN.

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.

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

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.

"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

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?"