Lando Norris doesn't hesitate. Except when it matters. After one mistake costs his team a game, the last person he expects to call him out is Oscar Piastri-his rival, his opposite, the one player who seems to see everything Lando tries to ignore. What starts as tension turns into early morning practices no one knows about. Quiet conversations. Sharp edges softening into something neither of them is ready to name. But hockey is simple. This isn't. Because they play for different teams. Because winning still matters. Because Lando doesn't know how to stay when things get real. And Oscar doesn't know how to pretend it doesn't. Between rivalry, injury, jealousy, and one game that changes everything, Lando has to decide: keep running- or stop hesitating. --- A Landoscar college hockey AU inspired by Icebreaker - slow burn, angst, rivalry to something more. PLEASE CHECK THE COVER ARTISTS ITS AMAZING!!!

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."