all about max and charles

unhinged lestappen ✨ nina | millennial | i write sometimes

[lleclerc]

the only one who matches max's ✨freak✨

[24heuresdumax]

Oscar being protective of his Mama is just a wonderful thing for my soul

Oscar likes Max. He thinks the Champion is great. He's helped Oscar, and has given him advice in racing. But he has never felt urge to run the man over with his Mclaren more than he does right now.

Oscar watches as Max gets closer to Charles, wrapping an arm around his waist, pullung him closer. Max. Being close to Charles. His Charles. His fucking Mama.

That's it. This is going be Verstappen's last race because I'm cutting his arms off for touching my mama. Oscar thinks, as he sharpens a knife in his mind.

And then it's just Oscar disrupting all of Max's effort to try and get closer to Charles again.

Max notices, of course. So he tries to bribe Oscar just to atleast speak to the Ferarri driver.

Love you Nina!! 💙❤️💙

Hi @charles-ver5tappen ❤️💙

Charles pretty much adopting Oscar during his rookie season and claiming the young McLaren Alpha as his grid pup in 2023? YES.

Oscar quickly becoming hyper protective of Charles and getting himself thrown out of a bar after he almost broke someone's nose because they wouldn't stop trying to grope his mama? Something Max sees, approves of, and fully condones.

By the time Oscar manages to talk his way back in, he sees the 2-time world champion (we're in 2023 right now) embracing Charles, one hand cupping the Omega's cheek as he leans in to murmur something. The McLaren rookie watches as Verstappen's hand moves lower and lower, until his large, veiny hand is palming Charles's ass and oh hell no—

That's his mama! His beautiful, incredible, extraordinary mama who deserves to be cherished and pampered and treated with respect! Yes, Max Verstappen is the reigning world champion and yes, he's probably one of the best drivers alive today but if he wants to date Charles Leclerc then goddamnit, he's going to have to earn it.

And not only that, Verstappen is going to follow the Official Courtship Guidelines, no compromises or questions! Oscar isn't going to let anyone play around with his mama's heart, even if the Alpha in question is an imposing and very formidable F1 driver with a reputation for being a downright terror on (and off) track.

Oscar squares his shoulder.

He respects Max.

He even likes the older Alpha quite a bit—but Charles is his mama. The Omega who wrapped Oscar up in the softest hug and told off a few of the other drivers who were trying to haze him.

His mama, who made sure Oscar was never excluded from paddock conversations and shut down journalists who tried to pry into Oscar's personal life.

He gave Oscar advice on how to handle fans, internal team dynamics, F1 bureaucracy, and the fame that came with being an F1 driver.

Charles invited Oscar over for dinner and snuggles, happily scenting his grid pup because he knew how stressful it was to be a rookie driver for a top team.

"How did you handle it?" Oscar asks. He's wrapped up his mama's arms, head resting against Charles's shoulder so he can look up and see that the Omega's expression has changed.

His cheeks are pinker, eyes a little brighter, and when he speaks, it's with a dreamy softness that Oscar hasn't heard before. "Max." He smiles, dimples appearing on either cheek. "He took care of me. Watched out for me, made me laugh and protected me—I didn't even notice at first. I just thought everyone in the paddock was very professional and respectful. But later, I learned from Sebastian Vettel that Max had put the fear of god in everyone he came across, threatening to drive his Red Bull through the paddock if any of them tried to make me feel ostracized or excluded." As he speaks, Charles begins to let out soft purrs at the memory of Max Verstappen's unhinged protectiveness. "He always made sure we were included in the same press conferences and whenever someone tried to ask me about my designation, Max would either shut them down or talk about how we used to race together in the lower categories."

"How long did you two court?" Oscar asks.

The dreamy haze leaves Charles's eyes and the young Alpha can smell a slightly bitter scent filling the air. "He didn't." His mama tries to sound indifferent. "I thought—it was silly. But I thought after 2018 he would try to kiss me and make it official. But he didn't." The Omega glares at a spot on the wall. "He just kept asking me to dinner and running errands with me and then we went to Victoria's baby shower."

Oscar blinks. "That's...actually kind of sweet?"

"Yes, yes," Charles rubs his back, "but he should have known! I was ready to date him right then and there!"

"Without a formal courtship?"

"We've known each other for years, Oscie, we don't need a formal courtship."

"But you'd like one." He deduces.

His mama wavers. "Well, yes." He finally admits. "But Max isn't the courting type."

Oscar's eyes narrow. "He's about to be."

"Oscie...pup, I've seen Max date numerous Omegas. And not once has he engaged in the formal rules of courtship. I'm actually not sure he knows what all the steps are..."

"Then he better learn." The young Alpha insists, stubborn and willful and very protective of the Omega holding him. "You're my mama and you deserve the very best. Just because he's Max Verstappen doesn't mean he gets to cut corners."

"Oh...Oscie." Charles presses a lingering kiss to the top of his head. "Mon chou, you don't have to get all worked up for me. I'm used to handling things on my own."

"I know you are, mama." Oscar knows exactly how capable Charles is. "But I want to look after you too. No one gets to take advantage of you—just because Max Verstappen was there for you when you were a rookie doesn't mean he deserves special treatment. If he wants to date you, then he needs to court you. The way you deserve." He adds firmly.

When his mama doesn't protest, Oscar knows what he has to do.

Max is a brilliant racer but less brilliant when it comes to social cues and courtship protocols.

Oscar hadn't intended to play Cupid but he has 3 younger sisters who more or less forced him to memorize each and every step of how a proper courtship should go.

If he has to leave clues in glass bottles for Max, then so be it.

His mama is going to have one hell of a romantic courtship—and if Max Verstappen can't rise to the occasion, then there was a whole grid of other Alphas to choose from.

[24heuresdumax]

Hi!! I hope you're doing well!! I've sent this ask a couple of times but figured I'll send it one more time in case it got eaten by tumblr before I let this particular can of worms go.

I was thinking about the accidental bitching au and about the process of Charles accepting his new place, after he realizes he's pregnant and starts to fully show, and how their friends would react to the changes.

I was thinking that further into the pregnancy, when Charles has come to accept that he's carrying their pup and can no longer drive and has embraced his place as Max's omega, the two would host some sort of a hangout with some of their fellow drivers.

Charles, of course, was nervous to see his former colleagues again, worried about how they would perceive him, but Max would swiftly distract him by bringing him to the edge several times without release, leaving the Omega desperate and needy for more by the time the other drivers arrive to their apartment.

Of course, the drivers would have been surprised by the turn of events, some perhaps even a little worried, but when they see the heavily pregnant omega only wearing his flimsy little maternity top (perfect for breastfeeding, Max would explain as he demonstrates how easy it is to uncover the omega's tits from the confines of the top) and the shortest of skirts, rubbing himself on his Alpha's thick thighs trying to get himself off, begging for more from his Alpha in front of their friends as the Alpha drivers continued to discuss the comings and goings of the paddock.

The drivers, impressed, would start asking questions on how Max managed to train his little omega so well as they all were very familiar with Charles' stubborn personality, after all, but Max would simply explain to them how he helped Charles to embrace his inner Omega, and how by the end of the night the drivers would be convinced that the Omega was now completely happy and exactly where he was supposed to be, filled to the brim by his Alpha's cock.

Mayhaps, some of the fellow drivers would even be inspired to go after their very own Omegas...

Hi Anon 💝🎀✨😚

→ Lestappen Accidental Bitching AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Our sweet pregnant mama worrying about what the other drivers might think after seeing the once proud Alpha dressed in nothing but scraps of silk, pussy dripping wet, barefoot and round with his former on-track rival's pup??

Max chuckles when Charles tells him that he's scared of how everyone might react. But Max knows his lovely Omega has nothing to worry about—he's Max's mate now, all claimed and pupped up, forever bound to Max. Charles doesn't need to worry about anything anymore. Max is here to love him, spoil him, and take care of his every need.

Including fucking those silly thoughts out of his pretty little head.

And his Charlie is so, so good at taking Max's cock, at begging for Alpha's knot, but something about Charles's previous comment bothers the Alpha. The fact that Charles remembered even a small fraction of his past life as an Alpha F1 driver is proof that his Omega still needs a little more training.

So instead of knotting Charles's wet hole and playing with his swollen little clit until his Omega collapses on the cum-soaked sheets in a pile of bliss, Max flips him onto his back, thrusts speeding up as he pins both of Charles's hands above his head.

"A-Alpha—mmh, Alpha close, 'm so close, p-please a little more...?" Charles whimpers, thighs squeezing Max's hips as he squirms and twists, so desperate for Max to hit that one little spot inside him that makes the Omega see stars.

And the thing is, Max loves Charles. He worships him, adores his Omega beyond all reason and sanity.

Usually, he would never deny his precious mate anything.

But sometimes, a naughty Omega needs a firm hand from his Alpha.

Max purposely avoids Charles's prostate again and again until our angel boy is crying, tears rolling down his cheeks as he tries to trust back. But even at his most needy, even as pre-cum dribbles down his tiny cock, Charles never tries to reach down and rub his little clit. He only cries Max's name, begs Alpha to make him cum, and promises he'll be so good, he'll be the best Omega for him, just a little more Maxie—?

He begs so prettily that Max takes pity on him. He can feel his knot beginning to swell so as he thrusts deeper—rough and forceful, uncaring of Charles's own pleasure as Max chases his release—he tells Charles just why he's being denied his orgasm.

"Good Omegas don't worry about what other Alphas will think of them." He grunts. "They only care about what their Alpha might think. And you didn't do that, did you?"

"Ma-aa-ax—!" Charles wails, trying his best to talk but being unable to speak as he bounces on the bed, hole clenching around Max's growing knot.

"Yeah, schatje, just like that—tighten up for me, baby." He praises, loving how Charles instinctively squeezes him, sucking him in even as he sobs. "I'll make it up to you, liefje," Max vows, "and you know I'm a man of my word."

He knots his pregnant Omega three times before he allows his Charlie to fall asleep in his arms. Sweaty and red-faced and looking so very beautiful.

"Was I good, Alpha?" He looks up, emerald eyes shimmering with hope.

Max kisses his forehead. "You were perfect for me, schat. You always are. Now be a good boy tomorrow and Alpha promises he'll make you cum."

Charles purrs, eager and pleased as he lets Max manhandle him around until his back is pressed against the Alpha's chest. Usually, Max would plug him up but he knows his little love is sensitive from his pregnancy and likely sore from how brutally Max fucked him. He gently cleans Charles up, wiping the dribbling cum from his thighs, his ass, and his well-used hole. He kisses Charles's lower back and then leans forward to kiss his growing baby bump.

Only a few more months before they get to meet their baby girl.

💝🎀✨😚

The next day, Charles spends all morning and afternoon directing the house staff and decorators. He has a specific vision for how he wants the penthouse to look for the upcoming Apéro Hour and his Alpha had given Charles free to reign to do as he liked. "I trust you, schatje," Max said, gently kissing Charles's bump as they lay in the Omega's nest. "Anything you create will be beautiful."

One hour before their guests are set to arrive, Charles hurries into his enormous walk-in closet to get ready. He's been trying to keep himself as busy as possible to distract from the slick dripping down his thighs. His core throbs, body trembling with anticipation.

Charles had been a bad Omega last night and Alpha had rightfully punished him by not letting him cum.

But Alpha has also spoiled Charles. He's used to two orgasms a day (minimum). He's used to sitting on Max's lap as Alpha plays with his clit, Charles curled up in his arms while his mate takes various meetings and reviews data, reports, and emails.

He's used to being a pampered little princess who got mind-blowing orgasms whenever he wanted.

So the fact he was being denied was just...torture.

He fights back a sniffle as he changes into his evening clothes, hands reaching for his lingerie section (a mini-closet within the closet) when he sees a gorgeously wrapped present sitting on the marble island.

Max's handwriting makes him smile and blush before he even reads the note.

And once he does...? Charles presses his thighs together to try and stymie the gush of slick but it's no use.

Wear this tonight, mijn schatje, and let everyone see just how happy and satisfied my Omega is. — MV

Pink lace panties that have a heart-shaped cut-out in the back.

A barely there sheer pink wraparound skirt that's so short and see-through Charles may as not be wearing anything at all.

A matching cropped sheer pink babydoll top with the thinnest spaghetti straps the Omega has ever seen. Briefly, he worries the top might tear if he picks it up but the strip if silk remains intact as Charles tugs it over his head.

The babydoll flutters against the curve of his belly and he feels his cheeks heat up when he realizes that it won't cover his stretch marks.

Max loves his stretch marks, loves kissing them and rubbing cocoa butter over the taut skin and worshipping Charles's baby bump whenever he can.

For a split second, the Omega worries the other Alphas might think he's ugly—a subpar Omega not worthy of Max—but then, he hears Alpha's voice in his head.

Good Omegas only care about what their Alpha might think.

And Charles is a good Omega.

💝🎀✨😚

When Oscar Piastri, Carlos Sainz, Alex Albon, and Ollie Bearman walk through the door of Max Verstappen's luxury penthouse, they almost trip over themselves when they see former Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc greeting them with cocktails and sweet, dimpled smile.

His face is rounder, eyes brighter, and smile so much softer than they've ever seen. His round, curvy body is covered with the sheerest scraps of lace and silk any of them have ever seen.

He's barefoot and pregnant and the picture of a content House Omega and hostess.

The four Alphas gawk at the sight of the once-fiery Monegasque Alpha reduced to a blushing, giggling mess when Max appears to hug him from behind. Once he releases Charles again, the Alphas suddenly realize something:

The skirt isn't too small.

It's just clinging to Charles's body because it's soaked with slick.

Once they realize that, once they finally, finally realize that Charles Leclerc is a freshly bitched Omega who's been pupped up and claimed, they stare at Max with worshipful awe.

"Can um, can you...?" Oscar barely manages to get the words out.

"Teach us." Carlos interrupts bluntly.

Max's sapphire eyes twinkle as a wide, amused smile appears on his lips. "Come on," he gestures towards the large, L-shaped couch in the living room, "we have all night to talk."

The Alphas shuffle past Charles with polite nods but don't say anything more.

But the Omega doesn't even care. He simply watches as they make themselves comfortable on the sofa before the brunet raises his arms. "Up, Alpha?" He asks with a little tilt of his head.

Max grins. "Perfect Omega." He easily scoops Charles up bridal style, holding his mate close his arms. "My perfect Omega."

[24heuresdumax]

Hi Nina!

So I was inspired by your single mom brocedes au and the makeover au. But make it lestappen😜(sorry if this is a bit long, and take ur time responding!!!)

So here goes; Charles is a sky sports interviewer(Max is obviously a driver) and Charles, a couple others is interviewing Max, and let’s say his teammate or a few other drivers at once. And Charles, he decides to wear a dress that he loves because today is a good day! He’s feeling good in his body! So today is a happy day!

But then, during the interview(this is one of those outside ones yk?), Charles realizes that the dress..is…to small… his body isn’t what it used to be. Not after giving birth to his precious baby girl 2 yrs ago. His hips wider, thighs and ass more plump, chest a bit bigger from breast feeding. The dress keeps on rising up his thighs and ass during the interview, or slides down a bit on his chest.

And one of the other people in the interview( a driver or a fellow interviewer) starts pervertedly ogling at Charles. And Charles doesn’t really notice, at all. Because he’s to busy making sure he doesn’t get fired from public indecency.

But Max. Fucking. Notices. He. Notices.

So, Max ,ever the chivalrous man, asks Charles if he’s cold. Because he seems reaaallly cold. And he offers Charles his jacket(like those reaaallly puffy team jackets, Lando wore one at the Chinese GP) and Charles takes it. Not because he notices the other man is staring, but because he doesn’t want to show his bits and pieces publicly.

Obviously Charles forgets to return it after the interview, so he heads over to the rb paddock house thing?(idk what their called them but it’s the place where the teams are in the paddock not garages) he asks the security guy if he can personally deliver the jacket to say thank you, because he’s just so greatful and wants to personally say thanks, the security of course says yes, because who could ever resist Charles beauty????

When Charles is finally escorted to Max, who’s in the gym with his trainer, all sweaty and topless😏😏😏 tells Charles he can keep the jacket. And Charle, oh Charles ,ever the sweetest ,has forgotten the rules of courting because it’s been soooo long since anyone’s been interested.( or so he thinks)

An alpha(or somone wanting to court another person) giving an omega(other person) a piece of their clothing, no matter what it is, is the classic way to start of a courting.

Max is courting Charles and he doesn’t even know it yet. Because he doesn’t think anyone’s attracted to him after having his baby.

(Max is growling and death staring at anyone who comes to close or looks the wrong way at Charles. Mac is feral for him.)

-ANNON🐟

Hi 🐟 Anon!

Gorgeous Sky Sports reporter Charles Leclerc who is completely oblivious to everyone drooling over him and thinking he'd never have a chance with the hot as hell F1 driver Max Verstappen? 🐟 Anon!! You've hit upon all my favorite tropes and combined them into one glorious AU I love it!! ❤️💙

Max is literally frothing at the mouth whenever he sees Charles (who he's had a crush on for a loooong time) and now that the Omega has accepted his courtship, Max ramps up the stalking by 500%. He tells Gemma that the only reporter he wants to be interviewed by is Charles and during each and every interview Max smiles at him so softly that soon, the "interview" becomes playful banter between an enamored Max and a giggly, blushy Charles who's got butterflies in his stomach (even though he knows he shouldn't).

My favorite scenario is Max realizing Charles has returned to wearing modest button-ups or oversized jackets after the dress incident (which lives rent free in our Alpha's head) so he call Victoria and asks for her help.

He's going to buy Charles a dress—a gift of clothing to his Omega. It's a bit of an abrupt second step since the usual rules are:

The Alpha's gifts their chosen Omega an article of their own clothing (preferably infused with their natural scent).

Flowers for their Omega.

Something handmade—it can be food, jewelry, a crocheted placemat, anything. So long as it's made with love and care.

A gift of clothing for their Omega.

A gift that reflects the Omega's heritage and family.

A gift that reflects the Alpha's heritage and family.

Kissing may now occur.

Scenting may now occur.

So Victoria does what a responsible younger sister should do:

She tells Max to stop skipping steps and court Charles properly! So Max quickly buys the largest, most extravagant bouquet of red roses (Charles's favorite flower) and intertwines the bouquet with shimmering iridescent pearls. He eagerly hauls the bouquet to the paddock next week and gives it to Charles (while standing in front of his coworkers).

The Omega is stunned by the beautiful flowers but because Charles thinks he's "undesirable", he assumes they're "friendship flowers" because he and Max have been getting along so well—grabbing coffee together, chatting in between races, having lunch together at the paddock canteen.

And when Max asks for Charles's phone number, the Omega doesn't think anything of it...while Max thinks they're ready to move onto the next step:

A handmade gift.

He learns to knit—I'm serious.

Max knits Charles a little throw-blanket that he infuses with his scent. He requests Charles meet him at the Omega's favorite cafe (since getting Charles's number, Max has been initiating as many meet-ups as he can, building everything around Charles's schedule with his baby girl) where he presents the blanket to him.

He watches as the Omega's face morphs from stunned to awed to something so beautiful it makes Max's heart skip a beat.

And then—

Charles begins to cry.

Max is scrambling to apologize, berating himself for being so stupid and not just going the traditional route of baked goods, but when the Omega looks up, he's smiling and telling Max no one's ever put this much effort into giving him anything.

And that cements it.

Max is going to spoil Charles the way he's always deserved—he's not just going to court the Omega, he's going to dote on Charles (and his precious little baby) because they deserve only the best.

Meanwhile, Charles:

He's so grateful he has a friend as wonderful, considerate, sweet, and generous as Max. He has to remind himself multiple times a day that he shouldn't get his hopes up—the Alpha simply recognizes Charles as a single mom and is trying to help out where he can.

(It's gotten to the point where Charles has allowed Max to pick up little Éloïse, or Ellie for short, from daycare.)

But the day a large, silver package arrives on his doorstep, wrapped up in sheer silver ribbon and looking like something that belongs in an Armani ad? He's baffled.

Until he sees the tag and realizes it's from his Maxie—I mean, it's from Max.

The Omega carries it over to Ellie's play area where his baby girl cheerfully helps him unwrap the gift (even if she gets distracted halfway and begins playing with the long, sparkly ribbon). Charles giggles, snapping a picture of Ellie half-tangled in the ribbon and then sending it to Max.

Then, he lifts up the lid to see the most beautiful Christian Dior sundress—mid-length, flared, tight at the waist to show off Charles's hourglass curves. It's the color of fresh cream and decorated with butterflies and iris flowers.

It's the most beautiful dress Charles has ever seen and one he could never afford on his own.

And when he texts Max, telling him it's too much?

The Alpha only says you deserve the world, Charlie.

And our poor Omega? Who's trying so hard to remain objective and rational? Oh, he can't help it—he lets himself dream, for just a moment, what it might be like to have Max Verstappen courting him.

[24heuresdumax]

F1 Driver Max x Reporter Charles AU: Part 2

[24heuresdumax]

Hellooo ninaaa !

I couldn't get this idea out of my head lol so basically Nico accidentally liked a few baby posts about nursery's or liking maternity fashion. It makes fans speculate that Nico is pregnant and the baby daddy (to everyone's sadness + surprise) might not be Lewis's baby because yk they've been broken up for a long time

It gains so much traction that some nosey interviewer asked Lewis if it hurts to see his former teammate and ex lover starting a family with a mysterious alpha while Lewis has been single or not spotted with anyone since Nico. Lewis isn't able to hide his reaction and practically yells at the interviewer about how unprofessional he is and that the alpha starting the family with Nico is a special guy and how much he wishes it was him.

In actuality, Nico was just drunk one night and was really sad after he saw a few baby posts and started imagining himself carrying one specific alpha's baby.

A baby that was perfect and identical to lewis.

Hi Anon 🥲

And Anonnnn this ask is just 😭🥲❤️‍🩹 our heartbroken Nico scrolling through his FYP and seeing all these adorably decorated nurseries and beautiful maternity dresses—he feels tears welling up in his eyes because once upon a time, he made scrapbooks of baby cradles, onesies, and cute maternity blouses that he could wear during their summer holidays.

He dreamed of babies with dark hair and chubby cheeks who gurgled happily whenever their daddy pressed kisses to their tummy.

Even in his drunken haze, Nico never intended to like any of the photos that he was scrolling through. Truly, he just wanted to marinate in his sadness, fall asleep, and then pretend like nothing ever happened a few days later.

But when he saw one specific photo of a nursery by the French seaside? One that was filled with airy, draped fabrics and a large, ornate cradle while a beautiful blond Omega bends down to coo at an adorable, rosy-cheeked baby? It looks so much like the vision boards Nico used to make that he loses control and saves the photo.

But not before accidentally liking it.

And that's when the Twittersphere implodes.

Because no one—not a single gossip page or invasive journalist—had any clue that Nico was seeing someone?? And now the beautiful German-Finnish entrepreneur and broadcaster is pregnant??!

Nico doesn't help matters when he skips out on the next race and also cancels an episode of his podcast "Beyond Victory" due to "personal issues." In reality, Nico just got sick with the stomach bug but to everyone else? This is proof positive that the 2016 F1 world champion, and Lewis Hamilton's ex-lover, is pregnant with another Alpha's pup and is happily planning his future away from the spotlight.

This is also how the nosy journalist words the question to Lewis at the latest press conference. Because no one has been able to dig up any dirt on Lewis's dating life—he occasionally hooks up with a few Instagram models but as for a serious relationship?

404 Error—nothing to be found.

The world watches Lewis processes the journalist's "question" in real time and before anyone can blink, the affable, charming smile he usually wears during these types of media obligations vanishes. The Alpha's grip on his microphone tightens to the point where the veins in his hand are visible and his forearm muscles flex.

His jaw is clenched as he snarls that such an invasive question is inappropriate, unprofessional, and "whether or not that Alpha realizes it, he's the luckiest person alive." He just manages to bite his tongue, to keep from saying anything else.

But the same journalist perks up. He can tell the normally PR trained 7-time world champion is on the brink of losing it—and he's doing it live in 4K.

"So we have you on record stating that you are, indeed, very happy that your ex-teammate and former romantic partner is building his own life without you and expecting his first child with someone you've never even met?"

The lights in the room feel oppressive.

Lewis genuinely thinks he can't breathe.

And the entire time, the reality of the situation is crashing down on him. For some odd reason, Lewis just thought he and Nico would remain in this limbo forever—neither of them able to move on, but also unwilling to reach out. Lewis imagined a future where he and Nico would continue to orbit one another, where they'd see each other in grocery stories and jogging along the Monaco coastline.

He imagined shared glances while their yachts passed one another and maybe even references to their time at Mercedes—a brief mention in an interview or a stray comment captured by a fan.

Lewis never thought that he would wake up one day and realize this shared stasis would disappear forever—that Nico would no longer inhabit the same Monaco apartment because it was too small for a growing family. That the brilliant German Omega would walk around Monaco with a mating bite on his neck and a diamond ring on the fourth finger of his left hand.

That Lewis wouldn't see him aboard his yacht, sunning himself in a skimpy bikini. Instead, Lewis would see him chasing after a golden haired toddler with round, chubby cheeks and bright blue eyes.

There would be no passing mentions of Lewis's name in interviews because Nico would be too busy gushing about his babies and his...husband.

There would be no mutual connection tying them together because the past was dead and buried.

And Nico had moved on.

All this crashes down on Lewis at the exact same time.

And the Alpha breaks.

"I'm happy that Nico has found exactly what he was looking for. And I wish to god that it could have been me."

Silence reigns throughout the room.

No one speaks—not even the usually buoyant Lando manages to make a snarky quip to distract from the sudden tension crushing the air around them.

Every single word is being livestreamed right now—and Nico Rosberg, still recovering from his stomach bug, watches all this on his flatscreen TV, eyes wide with shock and heart beating so fast he thinks he might pass out.

In front of reporters, drivers, and the sea of iPhones filming him, Lewis Hamilton has just admitted the he wished he was the father of Nico Rosberg's baby.

Nico watches, disbelieving and overwhelmed as a mixture of hope and lingering love floods through him—it's sweet and sudden, like spilt honey, and the Omega is torn between jumping up and running the handful of minutes it would take to reach Lewis...

Or pretending like this never happened.

One hand presses against his flat belly and empty womb and suddenly, the decision is made for him.

If...if Lewis was suddenly feeling some sort of...late life desire to be a parent, then maybe Nico could win his Alpha back.

Offer to carry Lewis's pup.

Be co-parents.

And maybe, somewhere down the line, Nico could prove to Lewis that they could be happy together—not just as co-parents but as a couple.

A mated pair.

An Alpha and his Omega, together, in love, and with another baby on the way.

The dream that seemed so far out of reach is now so close and Nico can't let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

He glances at the clock and realizes he has maybe two hours to get ready, march down to the Monaco GP, and—after a decade apart—finally claim his Alpha.

🏎🇲🇨🏎🇲🇨🏎

And lastly...LH44 PODIUM!! P2 IN MONACO???? Lewis!!!!! 🥳🥂🏎🕺 I know it was crushing to see Max's forced retirement at the start of the race (throttle issues) and then Charles's brake problems + late race retirement so I am really grasping at any small amount of joy I can and you know what? We got to see a Ferrari driver on the podium 🏎 so I just want to say a million congratulations to Lewis, a perfectly timed Safety Car, and podium #8 in Monaco 🇲🇨

Additional congratulations to Isack and Kimi!

[24heuresdumax]

Nina hi!! Eternal Sunshine tour kicking off got me looking for the pop star Au where Charles literally goes "i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it" on Max. Thinking about how the media tried to tear them apart saying that it wouldnt last but they got the last laugh bc now years down the line, shelves full of grammys and WDC trophies, Charles announces he'll take a sabbatical as he's busy growing the next chapter in their story 🍼 (the song used for the post is ironically dandelion 🤭)

Hi Anon 💖

Rancid4Rancid Lestappen: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

(Set in 2026)

I love every word of this, Anon!!! Bring on the unhinged codependence and burning hot adoration of Lestappen!! ❤️‍🔥 Kudos again to @ecterce-blog for creating this gorgeous AU!! 🍒

Charles throwing it back to the song he first used to announce his and Max's relationship? Inspired. We clap and we cheer and we know this is peak diva behavior!!

Everyone knows who Charles wrote Eternal Sunshine for—he never shied away from dropping the biggest hints and most obvious clues but our pop princess is still a little upset he never got the chance to talk about Max during all the promo, interviews, and televised performances. (Max didn't break up with his girlfriend until the end of 2024, after he won his 4th title...but he and Charles just couldn't stay away from one another 😚)

So this time, Charles decides to have so much fun with his pregnancy announcement.

He and Max learn that Charles is pregnant right as the world tour for his last album is wrapping up. For the last few weeks Charles has needed extra cuddles and kisses from his mate because he's been feeling so sluggish and tired and he can't keep anything down 🥺 Max has accompanied to him to almost every tour date and he's been standing backstage, ready to kiss and hold and scent his Omega the second the show is over.

His precious bby is working so hard and Max just wants to take care of him 😭 fan photos are everywhere, showing the 4-time world champion carrying Charles around backstage or massaging his feet after a show or making him a little snack because Charles can only eat late at night these days.

The joint fandoms are losing their minds because they have never, ever seen Max behave this way in any of his past relationships. Before, everyone knew racing was his first priority. He never did red carpets, he never accompanied his partner to any PR events, and he certainly never skipped sim racing sessions to stand backstage listening to the same songs over and over again.

But these songs are the song his Charlie wrote about them.

And the PR events he goes to means more time with his Omega.

And the red carpets have become something Max enjoys because he gets to see his precious boy sparkle and shine brighter than all the other stars in the sky.

So while they're cuddled up in Charles's nest, both of them buried beneath cashmere blankets, Charles takes out his phone and snaps a photo of his Alpha caressing his baby bump.

He tilts his head up to see his mate gazing down at him, one hand cupping his belly, the other tucked under Charles's head.

With the F1 season starting soon, the Omega decides there's no better way to announce his temporary hiatus than by spending the next nine months by his Alpha's side. "Mon amour," Charles runs one hand down Max's arm, "I have a photoshoot for Harper's Bazaar coming up...and I want to make it a joint shoot."

Max doesn't hesitate. "I'll be there, schatje."

🎶🏎🎶🏎🎶🏎

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[Image Description: Milton Keynes conference room. A photo of Charles sitting on Max's lap. Numerous Red Bull engineers surround them. Cans of Red Bull are everywhere but Charles is holding a lavender mug filled with pink hibiscus tea, caffeine free. Max's arm is wrapped around Charles's waist. The usually scandalously dressed pop diva can be seen wearing loose gray cashmere lounge pants and Max's oversized Red Bull jacket. Their hands are intertwined atop Charles's stomach.

[Image Description: Max and Charles in Los Angeles. They're holding hands, exiting a recording studio. Max is mid-laugh while Charles is animatedly talking. The pop princess is wearing the same oversized lavender sweater and white go-go boots that he wore during his and Max's first PR campaign for Tag Heuer.

[Image Description: Max and Charles flying to Australia for the first GP of the 2026 season. Aboard Max's private jet, the couple is photographed cuddling in Charles's nest: Max cradling him from behind while the Omega is dressed in a skimpy crop top and mini skirt. He's only three months along but his bump is prominent, especially when Charles is laying on his side.]

charles_leclerc New life blooming 🌸🌼🌺 @/maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1 My two loves @/charles_leclerc nothing else can compare ❤️💙

User1 Ugly crying rn because our Charlie made it 🥹🥹🥹 our angel is going to be a mama 😭

User2 This is actually really sweet...ngl I used to snark on Max and Charles a LOT because Charles is a homewrecker and Max is a bona fide cheater. But looking at these pics now I'm like...huh, they're kinda cute??

User3 I really never thought the mistress could become the wifey but damn looks like Charles Leclerc really broke the mould

User4 lmao what do u mean 'wifey' he and max aren't married 😂

User3 They're mated? @/User4

User4 mating still isn't marriage 😂

User5 Are you trolling right now? I think everyone can agree a mating bite is way more permanent than a marriage certificate...

sophiekumpen @/User4 Marriage coming soon 💐

User6 Anyone else find it kinda gross that Max wrote "nothing else can compare" like dude you legit cheated on your long term girlfriend for some fickle pop singer who likely babytrapped you?? People on here are glazing Charles like he's won something but lowkey this omega is a red flag and Max is the only one dumb enough not to see it

User7 LOL at the idea that Charles is a red flag 😆 he and Max are both insane for each other, like there's a good chance those two idiots mutually babytrapped the other person 🤣 @/User6

User8 this explains why max was still going to charles's concerts even tho he was in the middle of a wdc fight last year. his mate was carrying their baby...max's alpha instincts must have been going haywire every day they were apart 🥺😭❤️

User9 Never thought I'd see Charles Leclerc make a post like this 😳 the guy who sang "baby you might need a seatbelt when i ride it/ i'ma leave it open like a door, come inside it/ even though i'm wifey you can hit it like a side chick" is now mated, pupped up, and got an alpha so obsessed with him he's legit carrying charles around the paddock 😭😭😭

User10 I am dead. Charles using "Dandelion" for this carousel??? Boy pls 😭

User11 hi, new charles leclerc fan! why is it so controversial that he used dandelion? i love that song

User10 Welcome to the fandom @/User11 🤗 and okayyyy lore time: Charles released this song in November 2024 to announce he and Max were together (and to celebrate Max's 4th title in Las Vegas). But the timing of it was so weird because Charles obviously had to write and record the song, then mix and master the song, and then plan for distribution ahead of time right? Which means at minimum, the song would've been completed 6-8 weeks in advance. And 6-8 weeks ago, Max was still in a relationship with his ex...so...it's (very) likely Charles and Max got together before "Dandelion"...and the song was actually Charles's "victory lap" over Max's ex 😅 it's a messy af situation and there are tons of great Reddit threads that analyze it in detail but at the end of the day, who are we to stand in the way of true love? 😆

maxverstappen1 Can't wait for baby Verstappen-Leclerc this year @/charles_leclerc Liked by charles_leclerc, sophiekumpen, pascale.leclerc.355

arthur_leclerc Welcome to the family! @/maxverstappen1

[24heuresdumax]

Hi Nina <3

Wrote this as a comment then thought maybe it should be an ask. Loved the newest motorcycle matchmaker installment, truly excellent, can't wait for part 4 and jealous Max (update since this is a resend, it was delicious)

There's some great immediate narrative potential for them being outed on their first kiss, like I can see Max freaking out and Charles comforting and reassuring him the day after when it registers for him properly and he's getting calls from his manager. Just cooing endearments and feeding him breakfast (ordered)

...whilst he's sat in his lap kissing gently at the marks he made

Charles taking the lead in the ensuing interviews and media knowing Max hates it and unapologetically loving him every time. Charles is the prince of ferrari and he'll make sure everyone treats his princess right

but also in their future I just see Charles being absolutely wild with his possessiveness without the constraint of having to hide, they always come into the paddock together with Max behind Charles on the bike, and like Max never has less than 3 visible hickeys and a piece of Charles' clothes on him past this point, in fact Charles will actively make new ones whilst they're both in interviews.

Charles comes up behind Max pulling him into his arms whilst Max is answering a question he starts mouthing at the back of his neck as Max increasingly stutters his answers out in between tiny hitches of breath. Giving the interviewer a chance to ask another question, Charles pauses a moment, his eyes flick up to meet the camera and he detaches his mouth from Max's skin to give the smuggest smirk and then buries his face back into Max's neck, back to marking his boy

- Winter

Also have you read

"summer's in the air and, baby, heaven's in your eyes" by cozyleclerc

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47489047

I think you'd like it :)

Hi Winter 😊

Motorcycle Matchmaker AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Taking place after the events of Part 3 and Max and Charles's (very public) bistro kiss 😚

Max getting nonstop calls from Raymond, Paul (Director of Comms and Social Media), Alice and Madeline (Sr Comms Managers), followed by various texts from Gemma and one amused text from GP congratulating Max for finally getting his man 😉

All this happens after Max wakes up—he's in Charles's bed, the Monegasque driver cradling him in his arms, Max's head on his chest, and their legs tangled beneath the sheets. It's the warmest, happiest, and safest Max has ever felt and he just wants to block the outside world and stay in Charles's arms forever.

But he knows the he ignores his PR & Comms teams, the more they'll badger him.

So he reluctantly tries to sit up and start responding to his missed calls and frantic texts but he's quickly pulled back into Charles's arms. Alert green eyes and a mischievous smile greets him before Charles is wrapping Max in another embrace, lips pressing soft kisses to his temple and cheekbone. "Morning, chéri. Trying to escape my arms already?"

Max instinctively burrows his face back into Charles's chest, a happy hum filling the air. "Never, Charlie." He smiles as he hugs his boyfriend. "But I think everyone at Red Bull is kind of melting down right now. Because of the kiss." He adds a little shyly.

Charles doesn't seem the least bit embarrassed. "It was a very, very good kiss. Worthy of a repeat performance?"

Sunlight pours in through the open curtains as Max giggles, eagerly melting into his handsome, perfect, lovely boyfriend's enthusiastic kisses. His heart feels light as a feather—he can't believe he gets to have this, to have Charles.

He feels like he's living in a daydream as Charles carries him to the kitchen for breakfast. He completely ignores Max's protests, insisting he's too heavy and Charles doesn't need to, he doesn't want to be a bother—

"You're not too heavy, you're never a bother, and I love having you in my arms, mon amour." Charles informed him as he gently set Max down on the marble countertop. "Crepes, chéri?"

And so Max gets to sit there, sipping ice water with lemon as Charles expertly mixes the batter for crepes and cuts up strawberries and fresh cherries to accompany their breakfast.

Charles playfully dabs whipped cream on Max's nose and Max kisses Charles while his lips are stained with cherry juice.

It's only after they're seated at the breakfast table, Charles absolutely refusing to let Max sit anywhere else except his lap, that the phone calls start all over again.

And this time, Max is forced to accept the FaceTime calls.

He's nervous—unsure of what they might say—but he knows one thing:

He won't give Charles up, not for anyone or anything in the world.

He takes a deep breath and answers the first call from Alice—

"What in god's name were you thinking?" Is the first thing she asks.

Max winces. "Morning Alice, I know this is probably...a lot for you and everyone in Comms right now but—"

"A lot? Max, what are we supposed to even say? We have no plausible deniability whatsoever, our legal team is meeting with F1, the FIA, and the various countries where this kind of thing is frowned upon!"

A sudden rush of anger and defensiveness comes over Max. "Don't call it a 'thing', Alice. This isn't a 'thing'. This is my relationship—this is the man I love. Just because someone filmed me kissing Charles doesn't change the fact that I'm an F1 driver and a 4-time world champion."

Alice quiets, her face scrunching up in sympathy. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have worded it like that. I know nothing's changed but in the eyes of the media, everything has turned topsy turvy. We literally got phone calls from Oprah asking if you'd be interested in doing an interview discussing inclusive sexuality in Motorsport and we're kind of, well, we're a little stuck." She exhales, suddenly looking exhausted. "We don't want you make you uncomfortable or commit you to anything you don't want to do right now. You're in the driver's seat Max, and we'll support you."

"And Charles too?"

The Senior Communications Manager at Red Bull Racing frowns. "Um, well, I...suppose since he is your partner now. But you know, Max, most of his PR is going to be handled by Ferrari...?"

"Yes, but I want to make sure we don't neglect Charles or paint him in a bad light while we're planning out our PR stuff." The Dutchman insists adamently.

From behind him, he feels Charles press a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. His arms tighten around Max's waist and for the first time since the call started, Max feels himself starting to relax as he leans into his boyfriend's chest, a soft smile on his lips when he feels Charles playfully nip at his ear.

"...Charles is right behind you, isn't he?"

"Huh?"

"Max you are blushing like a schoolgirl right now."

"Bonjour, Alice." Charles leans in slightly so he's now on camera. "Ravi de faire votre connaissance." He smiles, dimples on full display.

She rolls her eyes. "Alright, lay off the charm Leclerc, we're not going to be interfering in your relationship with Max."

"Excellent." He eyes twinkle. "But you couldn't have interfered even if you wanted to. Sylvia and Mia have had various contingency plans in place since 2022 when I told them I was in love with a certain Dutch driver and was going to date him."

The information is brand new to Max.

He turns, eyes wide. "You told your PR team that you wanted to date me in 2022?"

"Ferrari's an image conscious institution." Charles explains. "And I knew my...preferences would cause some fuss. So I let them know early and made it very, very clear that one day, I'd have the honor of calling Max Verstappen mine."

Tears well up in the blond driver's eyes, bottom lip quivering at the realization. "Oh mijn schatje..." He wraps his arms around Charles's neck and leans in, desperately needing to kiss his love and hold him and—

"Okay Max, I'm going to end the call now. Just a head's up, we'll get in contact with Ferrari and make a joint announcement about your relationship and how we support you but—alright, you're still kissing, I'm...just going to send this in an email."

Alice hangs up.

Max doesn't even notice.

(And yes!! I love that fic! The atmosphere is so dreamy and sun-drenched, it perfectly captures the luxurious blue-sky days in Monaco and the gentle way Charles takes cares of Max?? Chef's kiss 😘)

[24heuresdumax]

Charles is the owner or CEO of a major company, and he has to decide which team to sponsor. In his heart, he’d choose Ferrari, but he has to do what’s best for the company. So he has four race weekends to choose from among the top four teams (Ferrari, Red Bull, Mercedes, and McLaren). Every race, he’ll be in a team’s garage, but the moment he sets foot in the paddock, everyone is paying attention to him—Max literally bumps into a door when he walks past him. But don’t let that angelic face fool you; Charles didn’t get where he is at such a young age by being nice. 

And Charles better be prepared for when he visits the Red Bull garage, because Max has already decided that this omega is his, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get him. 

All that to say, I’d love to see Charles wearing more formal clothes.  https://pin.it/7ey2udQmG

https://pin.it/tvYUlox3W

https://pin.it/6ER9in4tg

Hi Anon 👔

Intelligent, resourceful, and business savvy Charles who climbed his way to the top of the corporate ladder through intuition, determination, and ruthless ambition. He's never let his designation get in the way of his dream, of occupying the top spot in the C-Suite.

He didn't get to where he is by being emotional and irrational. Charles is collected, contemplative, and a bit of an a huge overthinker. He adores the Scuderia—he's cheered for them since he was a young pup hoisted on his dad's shoulders—but he's met with Benedetto Vigna and gone through Ferrari's financial reports.

He'd receive a pretty ROI if he invested.

But F1 is his passion. He doesn't just want to get a return on his investment (although yes, his shareholders would love that), but he wants to see the team he invests in actually win.

Which is why he's here, in the Red Bull motorhome. The last team he'll visit before meeting with his Board of Directors to give them his final recommendation of where they should invest.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored gray Ferragamo blazer, matching skirt, and burgundy stilettos sharp enough to kill a man, Charles walks into a sea of Red Bull blue with his head held high and his expression unreadable.

He's there to conduct business and he's brought his team with him: Members of his company's fiscal and accounting team, lawyers, financial advisors, technical advisors, the company's shareholder representative—Charles wants to make sure everyone knows that he's not some hapless, stupid Omega who's just here to give away money.

He's a man on a mission and no one is going to distract him or underestimate him.

Charles is fully prepared to negotiate, grill, and interrogate each key member of the team he's visiting—

But he is wholly unprepared for one persistent, stubborn, and sapphire-eyed 4-time world champion.

Max Verstappen walks right up to Charles with a wide smile, an extended hand, and one question on his tongue?

"I'm having dinner tonight if you'd care to join me?" A smile that makes his eyes crinkle.

Charles expertly pushes aside the warm feeling in his heart and stares down the blond-haired Dutchman with more confidence than good sense. "Unless it's a dinner to discuss my potential investment in Red Bull, then I'm afraid my evening is all booked."

Max's smile widens. "Of course. As both an employee of Red Bull, and a staunch advocate for the team, I'd be more than happy to try and convince you that Red Bull Racing is where you belong."

"Mmh. I assume your lawyers and representatives from your fiscal department will be joining us?"

"Ah, not quite." He hands his can of Red Bull to a nearby assistant. "I thought maybe this first dinner could just be a...get to know you thing. After all, I remember in your company's press statement you mentioned wanting to be a partner that sees the team succeed on track as well as off track? And you know, Mr. Leclerc, I do have a bit of experience with the Red Bull on track."

For a moment, the young CEO is tempted to laugh. Verstappen is clearly more prepared than he anticipated. "You read my press statement or your assistant read my press statement and then summarized it for you?"

Max grins. "Contrary to popular belief, F1 drivers do know how to read."

"So do 10 year olds, Mr. Verstappen, but I'm curious to see if you actually understood the substance of what you read." He replies swiftly.

Some part of him is surprised by how long he's letting this banter go on.

An even smaller part of him is hoping that maybe it'll go for just a little while longer.

Instead, the Alpha manages to surprise Charles again. He takes off his flat brim Red Bull cap, pulls a Sharpie from his back pocket, and scribbles something on the inside of the cap before offering it to Charles.

"What are you doing?" He asks, genuinely bewildered.

"How about a bet to go along with our dinner?"

"Business meeting." He corrects instinctively.

"Sure, a business meeting but we'll be eating dinner, won't we?"

"...We will." Charles agrees reluctantly.

Max smiles. "Perfect. So take this," he continues holding out the cap until Charles reluctantly takes it, "and let me know if you can decipher the riddle I've written. You decipher the riddle correctly and I'll let you ask me anything during dinner—nothing will be off limits." He winks.

Charles raises an eyebrow. "And on the off chance I can't decipher this riddle?"

"Then you let me ask you anything—no limits."

A dangerous bet.

Behind him, Charles can feel one of his attorneys getting ready to protest but the Omega cuts him off. "This dinner will be an introduction to the Red Bull team, isn't that right Mr. Verstappen?"

"Absolutely." The Alpha nods. "An introduction and a promise of what's to come."

"You sound very confident that I'll like what I hear this evening."

Max shrugs. "I'm good at achieving my goals."

"And your goal this evening is to secure my funding?" Charles doesn't know why he asks this—of course that's Verstappen's goal.

He's not just Red Bull's employee—he's their golden boy, their number one driver.

Their 4-time world champion.

But for Charles to be reduced to nothing more than a number on a check is...

Disappointing.

Even though that's exactly what he set out to do when he offered to meet with each of the top teams to determine which one he'll sponsor.

He shakes away the feeling and prepares to write it off as a fluke when Max suddenly steps closer. The Alpha's tall, imposing build towers over Charles but there's nothing oppressive or disquieting about the Dutchman's presence.

Instead, a shiver runs down his spine when Max looks him in the eye and tells Charles under no uncertain terms—

"You were never just a number to me, Charles."

It must be the amount of caffeine he consumed on his flight over. There's no other explanation for why his heart jumped slightly at those words—words that should be meaningless because this is a business deal.

Charles should have curtly shut Max down and reminded him who he was talking to. This is Charles Leclerc, CEO to one of the largest and most prominent media conglomerates in the world.

But standing there, in the middle of a crowded garage with personnel on all sides, Charles somehow feels like he and Max are the only two people in the world.

"So...what can I do to get you to call me Max?" He asks.

Charles holds onto the Red Bull cap with both hands. "I'll let you know when you've earned that honor, Mr. Verstappen."

He then turns, burgundy high heels clicking behind him as Charles walks away, heart racing, and a curious, bubbling thrill rushing through his veins at the prospect of dinner this evening.

[24heuresdumax]

Salve, Nina! I hope you doing well

I can imagine how lion Max from hybrid au always uses his tail to hold his human, rounding Charles’ wrist, hand, waist, ankle… sometimes neck.. in days that feels hard for Charles or just when Max wants to wake him up and got some attention, he uses soft brush on end of his tail to tickle until Charles is laughing and petting his big kitti. It was very surprising for Charles to get known that his lion’s tail is also enough strong to move him whenever its owner wants. (Also the view of Max’s muscles on back working when his tail going from side to side was sort of experience for him… was feeling so much guilty for thinking about his hybrid this was.. what’s a pity that he is only master of lion and can’t get what he want 🥺💔)

Also thank you very much for moto au updates these days 🙏🙏🙏💋💋🛐!!!! Pride month and all non hetero non cis things is non legal in country I live so, please, have fun and feel happy for all of us who is not possible to join this time

With love and best wishes in all languages that are, will and were exist,

Sher

Sher!! 🥹💓 this is truly one of the sweetest messages ever 😭❣️ I will happily champion, write, and support the fics, drabbles, and artwork that celebrates all the beautiful non-hetero and non-cis stories that are so important to read, tell, and cherish 🫶 thank you for being here, sending you so much love Sher 🥰

Hybrids AU: Part 1

Max’s tail being used for so many other purposes aside from keeping balance and showing Charles how happy he is to be in his presence (Max literally turns into a golden retriever when Charles opens his arms for hugs and cuddles) ❤️💙

I love the image of Max causally just wrapping his tail around Charles’s wrist while he’s sitting in his office working and Max is having a little cat nap on the huge cat bed by his desk. For the longest time, Max just uses his tail to hold onto Charles and keep him close.

He never actually shows his pretty Charlie just how strong his tail is.

Until the holiday party.

Charles’s firm hosts a large, lavish Christmas celebration for everyone at the firm and they rent out the largest ballroom at the Fairmont Hotel. Our gorgeous architect is so excited to take his Maxie—this is the first time he and Max will be attending an event together after Max’s rut 🤭

(The same rut that left Charles unable to walk for a week—which was just fine with Max, he happily carried his mate around the apartment and loved how Charles got so clingy since his human body was adapting to Max claiming him as his mate.)

Now, Max is used to walking around the apartment in nothing but boxers (yes, he sleeps naked). Whenever they go out shopping or to Charles’s office or to the park, Max just wears a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. He doesn’t like clothes or dressing up all that much but for this event, Charles is insistent.

“Maxie…you called me your mate.” He runs one hand through his lion’s mane as they’re curled up on the sofa, The Vampire Diaries playing in the background.

“You are my mate! Mine—and no one else’s.” His lion insists vehemently.

This is the first time Charles gets a taste of how…strong Max’s tail can be.

His usually sweet and docile hybrid literally loops his whole tail around Charles’s waist and drags him closer to the blond.

The architect glanced at the smooth, soft tail wrapped around him and then back up at Max. His ears twitch—a sign that Max is agitated and needs comfort.

Charles quickly cups his face, leaning in to give him a nuzzle and kiss on the cheek the way he usually did.

But they’re mates now.

And in Max’s mind, mates get kisses—lots and lots of kisses on the mouth.

So Charles spends the rest of the evening kiss drunk and fucked open, his hole wet and sloppy because Max’s hybrid tongue is…much longer than a regular human’s 😛

He writes off the whole incident as Max adjusting to life as Charles’s boyfriend.

They go to the tailor’s where Max’s clothes are all custom made to fit his impressive height, bulging muscles, and animated tail. Shoes are a huge battle since Max is used to going around barefoot—even when they’re outdoors.

Charles gets down on his knees and wraps his lips around his hybrid’s huge cock—as much of it as he can—before Max thrusts in deeper, hitting the back of Charles’s throat.

Charles holds on, taking Max deeper because he wants his hybrid to feel good and cum in his mouth and, most importantly, get the goddamn shoes, Max.

Max capitulates after Charles gently coaxes the hybrid into agreeing in his post-orgasmic haze.

And at the elaborate holiday party that’s been planned to perfection by Charles’s coworkers (one of them being a hybrid themselves), our stunning brunet and his imposing hybrid steal the show.

Charles, in gorgeously tailored crimson 3-piece suit (with a gold chain pocket watch) and Max in a pristine dark navy blue blazer and trousers (he refused to wear a vest and Charles had to wrestle him into the white dress shirt).

(Max loved the wrestling so much he wound up eating Charles out right there, on the floor of Charles’s walk-in closet and our Monegasque architect had to awkwardly shuffle into the ballroom, hole still a little sore from Max’s enthusiastic oral performance 🤭)

But the real display of Max’s tail strength?

In the middle of the party, one of Charles’s coworkers tries to dance with him.

Max is standing there, seething, and uses his tail ass a goddamn lasso to wrap around Charles—

And yank him back into his hybrid’s arms.

After that, Max uses his tail as a security measure to swat away unwanted suitors and ensure no one comes within breathing distance of his future baby momma.

[24heuresdumax]

Charles really loves Max’s small tummy, he likes to squeeze it, stroke it and kiss it. Max doesn’t really like it, though, because he worries that he has gained too much extra weight. And every time he tries to move away from Charles’s hands on his stomach, mumbling something under his breath, Charles tells him something like

“Maxie is that really a big belly? Just look at mine!”

and points to his own rounded belly, in which he has been carrying their baby for several months already

And then Max can’t help but melt, he leans in to kiss Charles’s tummy and starts talking softly to their little one

Hi Anon 🥹

Geek!Max x Driver!Charles AU: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Adorable IT worker Max and Ferrari champion Charles a few years down the line after they've settled in, married, and mated and now our Charlie is pregnant with his and Max's pup 🥺 I can see Max being so happy and cuddly, always kissing his Omega and his baby bump, constantly doting on his precious champion, getting all his favorite foods and learning how to cook various pasta dishes because of course Charles would crave pasta while pregnant 🍝

And during this time our Max—who is fit and strong but he doesn't have 6-pack abs (and Charles loves it because it means his Alpha is soft and squeezable)—also puts on a few kilos and develops a bit of a tummy. And Charles goes feral for it 🤭 he thinks it makes his Alpha look adorable, all round and soft and huggable, Charles (who's always had a very healthy sex drive) basically lives on Max's cock 24/7 because he can't get enough of his sexy, handsome Alpha who always fucks him so good that it sends Charles into a post-orgasmic haze where can't say anything except "Alpha" and "kiss" 🥺

Max doesn't even notice his weight gain until a gossip page posts a photo of him and Charles out for a walk around Monaco.

Charles looks radiant in his short babydoll dress that hugs his baby bump and Max can't help himself—his hand creeps up the hemline of the dress and Charles giggles when he feels his Alpha kneading his ass, which has only gotten rounder and softer as the pregnancy progressed 🥰

But that's when some asshole with a camera snaps a photo (it's Max and Charles walking out of a gelato shop) and sends it to one of the rudest gossip pages around. The admin mercilessly mocks Max, calling him "Max Fatstappen" and wondering why the Prince of Ferrari would want to be "shackled" to someone like that when he could be dating his teammate (Carlos) or the McLaren prodigy (Oscar) or maybe even George Russell?

Max is devastated by the post—he doesn't care what anyone says about him but he does care about what Charles thinks. And if his Omega shares the admin's thoughts...? Max might just break into a million pieces.

But Max and Charles communicate—they're open with their thoughts, feelings, and insecurities—and once they're home, cuddled up in Charles's nest, and the Alpha shakily asks him if Charles thinks Max has let himself go, his mate is stunned. He immediately urges Max to lie on his back so Charles can straddle his Alpha. From that angle, Max can only see two things:

His mate's beautiful face and his large, round baby bump.

"Maxie," one hand is clasped around Max's own hand, the other cradles his bump, "I think you're the most gorgeous man I've ever met and every time I see you I just want you to bend me over and fuck me until I can't stand up any longer."

Max blushes—his entire face turning bright red—but the sadness that had been clinging to him slowly fades, replaced by a burst of iced lavender, sage, and bergamot zest. Max's sweet, refreshing scent that's unlike anything else Charles has ever smelled.

"Besides," the Omega pouts prettily, "what do you think of my belly? I can barely see my feet and you have to put on my shoes every day. Do you think my belly looks bad?"

"No!" Both of Max's hands shoot up to caress Charles's stomach, his touch is reverent and gentle as he strokes his mate's bump. "You look beautiful Charles, you always look beautiful, but right now? Carrying our baby? Schatje, I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. You're my miracle, you both are." He whispers adoringly.

"And you're my miracle Maxie," Charles sniffles—he can't help it, between the pregnancy hormones and his sweet, precious mate, Charles cries at the drop of a hat these days. "I love you so much, and I love our little one as well."

Max spends the rest of the afternoon kissing, touching, and whispering little stories to their baby, lips kissing the stretched skin of Charles's stomach before he rushes to the bathroom to grab the cocoa butter and massage it into the skin. For dinner, Max makes Charles's latest craving (cappelletti) and bombolone for dessert.

After kissing the sugar off Max's lips, the pregnant Omega demands naked cuddles and, well, how can his Alpha resist?

[24heuresdumax]

hellloooo nina just wanted to say hi and ask how we're feeling ab the charles contract extension news?

Hi Anon! ❤️

Well, all I can say is Forza Ferrari and may Charles's masochism yield real results that see the Scuderia at the top step of the podium on a weekly basis 💋

Is this delusional of me? Yes, absolutely.

Am I surprised Charles extended? Not at all.

There really wasn't anywhere for Charles to go that would offer him the stability, resources, and kinship Ferrari gives him now. He's been with the Scuderia since 2019 and has always dreamed of winning the WDC with the scarlet car.

Were it not for the monstrously dominant Mercedes we're seeing, then maybe the Ferrari this year (which has been quite well built) would see the podium more often.

But with new regulations and energy components, there's a lot to get used to.

I'm not surprised Charles chose to stay with the familiar and continue working towards his goal of one day seeing a WDC with the most legendary team in F1.

Still cheering for car #16 and hoping Monaco might bring some good cheer (and a familiar anthem 🇮🇹)

[24heuresdumax]

Hi Nina! I'm still thinking about your brocedes time travel au and I think it would be hilarious if Lewis and younger Nico got papped in the paddock.

Lewis is trying so hard to keep the truth from young Nico, letting him believe that they're still together and his older self is just on a business trip, but their kiss outside his motorhome was very public and Lewis is Lewis so it goes viral immediately. People are obsessed with Lewis finally dating again and the omega he's with is so pretty! A little young maybe but no worse than di caprio. Except, if you squint the omega kind of looks like Nico Rosberg and okay that is weird. Obviously nobody assumes time travel they just assume Lewis is really hung up on his ex and has found a young omega who looks enough like Nico that he can pretend it's him.

Hi Anon 📰📸

Maybe Let's Love Again AU: Part 1, Part 2

!!! The dramaaa lmaooo the identity play, the mix-ups, the drama!! 😭😂 Imagine modern day fans seeing a photo of F1's most famous bachelor wrapped up in the arms of a petite, golden haired beauty who's got his arms looped around Lewis's neck. Their bodies are pressed so tightly not even air can get in between. The blond is wearing stilettos that make his legs look even longer and that dress?

That skin tight, sexy as hell dress that clings to his curves, shows off his tits, and looks like it's from a very rare vintage collection??

Everyone unanimously decides that:

Lewis Hamilton has a type, and apparently that type = beautiful Omegas who bear a striking resemblance to a young Nico Rosberg, and

The paddock has a new WAG diva—and it looks like he's a possessive little thing, judging by how eagerly he's kissing Lewis in the photos.

The forums explode and soon, all the gossip blogs are mining their contacts for any possible information about the enigmatic blond who was seen with Lewis and then swiftly carried out of the paddock.

A lot of people begin to feel sorry for Lewis, his new Omega, and Nico. A conspiracy theory surfaces that Lewis never got over his former teammate and is now just sleeping around with Omegas who look like the German Omega. They pity the young, naive blond who's gotten tangled up in a tangled "love" story that's become more of a nightmare than a fairytale.

But even more people are swooning at the thought of Lewis finding love again after so many years 😭

So while Young!Nico is here...

[Image Description: A blurry photo of Lewis Hamilton and a familiar petite blond at a matcha cafe. The blond is dressed in one of Lewis's oversized designer jackets, a knee-length silk skirt, and kitten heels. He's wearing a Mercedes cap that obscures half his face but Lewis is looking down adoringly at him while one hand is inches away from cupping the mysterious blond's ass.]

gossipgridxoxo My, my, my, has the notorious playboy bachelor decided to extend a one-night stand? Ever since Lewis Hamilton's explosive relationship with one Nico Rosberg, it's been rare to see the Alpha spotted with another Omega who isn't just a one-night stand. But could this mystery blond be the exception? Photos first surfaced of the 7-time world champion kissing the nameless beauty in the F1 paddock but for us gossipers, we know that's nothing to write home about.

Lewis Hamilton and a beautiful Omega? Same old, same old.

But Lewis Hamilton and a beautiful Omega trying to go incognito to a little matcha cafe? Hmm....

We do wonder what Nico Rosberg himself might think of all this...but the 2016 F1 world champion has been MIA since Lewis's newest arm candy surfaced last week. Coincidence? Perhaps.

But is it wrong of us to say that we can't wait to see more of this gorgeous little mystery? You know you love me. Xoxo

[Image Description: The balcony of Lewis's Monaco penthouse. Sunset golden hour. A fuzzy photo surfaces that shows a blond haired, tan skinned Omega standing topless (back facing away from the camera) as he laughs. Lewis has him in an embrace, face pressed against the young blond's neck.]

gossipgridxoxo Summer love is here to stay—and what a lovely sight this is! Could this be a sign that Sir Lewis Hamilton is serious about the new beauty in his life? Not just a few paddock walks and blurry photos together but spending time in Lewis's actual Monaco penthouse?

Hmm...I don't like to speculate without primary source verification but considering no one knows anything about this blond beauty, I'm inclined to believe Lewis may have conjured his latest squeeze from thin air.

You know you love me. Xoxo

[Image Description: Lewis's Instagram photo. He's posing in his private gym, shirtless, sweaty, muscles and abs and tattoos on full display. Low slung gym shorts and exercise equipment all around him. But what catches everyone's eye is the sight of small, pink Adidas workout sneakers lying beside a rolled up yoga mat.]

gossipgridxoxo Peek-a-boo to our 7-time world champ—better pay attention to the details around you 😉 this photo was posted and then promptly taken down less than five minutes later from Lewis's official Instagram. Another thirst trap for the feed but more than that, peep the adorable pink sneakers in the corner 👀

Can it be that this mysterious Omega has already moved in with Lewis? How close are they? And where exactly is Nico Rosberg?

The German investor and businessman has been silent since photos of Lewis kissing his latest Omega were published a week and a half ago. Mourning the loss of a past relationship?

Or maybe our German princess is shacked up with a hot young Alpha of his own 🤫

You know you love me. Xoxo

Meanwhile, Older!Nico is holed up with Young!Lewis who just can't keep his hands off of him. He knows it's wrong but some part of Young!Lewis really, really hopes Nico gets pregnant soon—he knows they don't have pups yet (for some weird reason) but he's certain older him would burst with joy once he returns home from his business trip and learns his fiancé is pregnant with their first pup 🥰

[24heuresdumax]

Hi Nina! Hope you’re enjoying your trip. 

It makes quite some time that we don’t see IT Worker Max x F1 Driver Charles; with the boom of the wags and our only hab on the internet, Liberty Media decided that it would be a great idea if all the partners were together in one room to watch the races. Max is very aware that he is the only alpha in the middle of a bunch of omegas and one or two betas, so he tries to be the most polite and unthreatening by always keeping himself at a respectable distance while talking with them, really paying attention to what they are saying and not being dismissive when they talk about fashion or brand deals, never talking over them waiting for his turn, nevar feeling more important because he has a “real job” and wearing sent patches because he knows his sent is strong (Charles made sure he knew his sent is great and not bad how he believed it was). But what he doesn’t notices is that this plus his broad shoulders and muscular arms, made those omegas fall for him, they seriously would dump their millionaires boyfriends to be with him. And when Max discover that? He makes clear Charles is the love of his life, but he also encourages them to broke up if they are unhappy and try to find real love. 💞💞

Hi my angel! 💓💓

Geek!Max x Driver!Charles AU: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Ahhh you're so right, it's been too long since we've seen our beloved IT worker Max and Ferrari princess Charles ❤️💙 I adore our earnest, geeky Max being so respectful and kind to the other WAGs during the entire PR event 🥹 he doesn't want to make the Omegas uncomfortable and he really doesn't want to cause Charles any trouble on the grid so our Maxie is sitting there (the event is hosted on a yacht with the race live streamd since there was no garage/pit wall big enough to hold all 10 WAGs—and 1 HAB) doing whatever he can to ease the tension and create a more relaxed atmosphere.

Max hates cameras and would usually just sit in a corner, arms crossed, intently watching the race on his iPad while aggressively yelling at the screen whenever his Charlie gets a penalty and loudly cheering at every overtake and display of clever race craft.

But this time, he's engaging and cheerful and helps some of the WAGs understand the technical intricacies of the engines, the design, and the regulatory guidelines. All the WAGs gradually become smitten with his intelligent, patient, adorably goofy Alpha that by the time Charles finishes the race in P1, no one (except Max) is watching the race.

They're all staring at the blond haired, blue eyed Dutch Alpha who's just jumped up from his seat and is loudly applauding along with the rest of the Tifosi. Max has to fight back every urge to jump off the yacht, swim to shore, and run right into the sea of Rosso Corsa where he can stand in the crowd, awestruck and amazed, as he love stands triumphant atop his scarlet Ferrari.

It's only when Max realizes the entire room is deathly silent that he turns around—

And is smacked in the face with a wave of sickly sweet pheromones that it almost causes him to gag. (And the Omegas don't smell bad but Max is so attuned to Charles, to his Omega, that the scent of anyone else just makes him recoil on instinct.)

But the WAGs are all looking at Max.

And then one of them invites him to the after party—it's an event sponsored by Alo, completely private, no cameras. Max blinks in confusion.

He's not an influencer so he never got an invitation.

Besides:

"That's really nice of you all to invite me but Charles is going to be pretty tired. I'm going to run him a bubble bath and then we'll make homemade pizzas. We'll probably spend the rest of the night watching movies in his nest, he gets really sleepy after dessert." Max beams brightly.

Just thinking about his Charlie standing there, soaked in champagne and holding his P1 trophy at his home race, makes Max's heart race.

But the thought of Charles, all sleepy and happy and ready for scenting and snuggles after a long day of racing and celebrating?

That makes Max melt.

But while he's daydreaming about pampering his princess, the other WAGs watch with an envious and slightly bitter expression. Their boyfriends never did any of that for them.

It was always the Omegas who had to put in the emotional labor, who had to plan and coordinate everything with their boyfriend's PAs. It was always parties at the hottest nightclub and then nursing hangovers the next morning.

None of the boyfriends paid enough attention to notice when they got tired or wanted homemade food.

They watch as Max trots back to his seat and begins to tidy up—picking up his Hydroflask and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Oh hey, here's your charger! See, you didn't lose it!" He hands one of the WAGs her charger that she dropped and couldn't find half an hour into the race.

He remembered what I said. She thinks with a soft, wistful sigh.

As he's trying to get his other backpack strap on (a bit difficult due to his broad chest and prominent arm and back muscles), a plastic container falls out. Max barely manages to catch it before it spills to the ground.

The WAGs lean in closer. "Are those...cookies?" One of them asks.

Max blushes. "Yeah, they're Baci di Dama. Charlie's favorite cookies. I made them yesterday after he went to sleep, I know he'll need to eat something before he guzzles down all the champagne." He laughs.

Considerate. So thoughtful and considerate and...so sweet. Another WAG bites down on her bottom lip.

Her boyfriend didn't even know what she was allergic to and he certainly didn't know what her favorite cookie is.

As the WAGs continue to watch Max, their scents get sadder and sadder.

The Alpha pauses.

Did he do something wrong?

No, no! They're quick to reassure. It's just that...is he sure he doesn't want to come to the after party? It'll be a good time, no cameras or anything. He can do...whatever he wants.

For a second, Max just stares at them, confused and little worried because they're behaving kind of strangely—did they need some water?

But after one of the WAGs tries to run her hand up and down his arm, Max realizes what's going on.

And shuts that shit down real quick. (He's very grateful the camera crew left after the race finished, otherwise they'd capture him audibly growling on camera.)

Just as he's wrapping up his speech that Charles is the love of his life, his future mate, and the most incredible, lovely Omega he's ever met, he realizes everyone else's eyes are welling up with tears. One by one they begin to confess their relationship troubles to Max.

Our Alpha is trying to leave the yacht at this point so as he's walking out, there's just a trail of gorgeous Omegas walking beside him, with each WAG tearfully admitting that their relationship isn't going as well as they hoped and all they want is an Alpha like him.

Max tries to reassure all the WAGs that he's not the right Alpha for them—but also, they shouldn't feel pressured to stay in an unhappy relationship. "Sometimes," Max explains as they come closer a sea of Tifosi, "you just need to take a leap of faith. You never know where it'll take you." He smiles and it's not the picture perfect smile their F1 driver Alphas have.

It's a little crooked and makes his eyes squint up but it's also the warmest, kindest smile they've seen in a long, long while.

Right as Max waves goodbye, he hears footsteps and smells something sweet and perfect and as familiar to Max as his own heartbeat.

Charles.

The Omegas watch as the Monegasque driver (and Monaco race winner) leaps into Max's arms, loudly yelling out mon cœur! before wrapping his legs around Max's hips and kissing the Dutchman breathless.

Sylvia looks like she's swallowed a lemon.

Charles isn't usually this reckless but after someone showed him some footage of Max walking back from the WAG/HAB event with a parade of stunning Omegas behind him?

Well, our possessive Ferrari princess had to claim his man.

Publicly.

[24heuresdumax]

Omg I saw a fanart and now this au comes to mind.

Alternate world where hibrids exist and Arthur gifted Charles a hybrid for Christmas as a joke. Except hybrids are basically on the same level of intelligence as humans.

Now enter lion hybrid Max, who quickly becomes attached to his new owner, and pouts when Charles is even 5 minutes late, he promised to be home at 9 o'clock straight!

So Max acts possessive whenever Charles is in his vicinity, draping himself over the other man's back, more often than not just caging him in with his bulking hybrid body. And Charles.. just lets him. After all, Max is simply being playful and a bit clingy, no?

Except Max's rut arrives for the first time while living with Charles and suddenly the lion is constantly following Charles around the house, almost as if.. stalking him. Hunting for prey.

And if Charles is coerced into helping the hybrid through his rut by pitiful, teary eyes and pouty lips, that's Max's little secret. His mate was made for him, made to take his knot, meant to give him adorable cubs.

(I just really like a concept of the oblivious character not taking the other seriously, making him all the more surprised when the other reveals his true colors/feelings)

Hi @chromehearts13 🦁

!!! Wait, but I love this!! Hulking, terrifying lion hybrid Max turning into an oversized house cat around his Charlie??

Max seeing/smelling Charles for the first time and knowing this is his mate? The mother of their future cubs?? This adorable, doe-eyed architect with the dimples and the messy brown hair and the most beautiful laugh in the world?

Ohhh lion boy folds like a wet piece of paper 😭

Hybrids are rare and exotic (basically a status symbol) and lion hybrids in particular are difficult to find (and tame). But Max—who is tall and strong and lethal with his razor sharp teeth and clawed hands—eagerly picks Charles up the second he walks through the door and carries him to the sofa.

Charles knows the drill by now: Max loves cuddles and belly rubs and the feeling of Charles running his fingers through his messy lion's mane. His growls soften into purrs and he eagerly melts into his owner's touch.

Max is the one who brings them dinner (a provider through and through) and he's the one who carries Charles to bed.

At first, Charles gave Max his own room with a bed, desk, closet, and bookshelf.

But within two days he knew that room would forever remain the guest room. Because Max quickly decided the only place he would sleep was right beside Charles.

The one and only time our pretty architect tried to tell Max no, that he needs to sleep by himself, our poor lion hybrid let out the saddest, most pathetic whimper. His tail and ears drooping down, his shoulders hunched, and he rubbed his cheek against the bedsheets, as if desperate to soak up the very last bit of Charles's scent.

The sight of his big, courageous lion on the brink of tears broke Charles's heart.

He raised one hand to cup Max's cheek—to comfort him and promise Max that they'll spend the entire weekend together—but the hybrid mistook that as an invitation to stay. So he pounced on Charles.

Literally.

Max cocooned his human in his arms, snuggling Charles so tightly that the architect had no choice but to hug him right back. Maybe he's just lonely, Charles thinks, living all alone in that big mansion until he was sold at auction...my poor lion...he deserves so much more.

Max's happy growls fill the bedroom and Charles decides...

Well, what's the harm in letting Max sleep with him? His sweet lion-boy just needs some care and friendship. Charles is going to take care of his Maxie—he's not just a pet, he's Charles's.

And Charles always takes care of what's his.

...But Max? Max is nowhere near as innocent as he looks.

The auction was coordinated by Max after he saw a brief glimpse of Charles in the marketplace and decided the green-eyed, brown-haired beauty was going to be his.

Sleeping in Charles's bed? This was done to ensure that Max's rut hit earlier than expected. In this AU, men can also get pregnant if their genetics allow for it and the Leclerc family has been prolific in seeing their sons produce lots and lots of babies.

Max knows Charles will be even more radiant once he's pregnant with their cub 🥰

The sweet nuzzles, nose kisses, and licks Max gives him every morning and night? That's just to get Charles acclimated to a hybrid's touch—to make sure he doesn't tense up or freeze when Max's longer tongue slips into his mouth or into his tight, wet hole during their first mating.

Max follows Charles everywhere—even to work. Granted, Charles primarily works from home but on the odd days he needs to be at the office, Max is glued to his side, growling and glaring at everyone in the office while possessively pawing at Charles.

The brunet is a partner at his prestigious French architectural firm and no one can really say he can't bring his hybrid in...

It was unusual but not against company policy.

So people just got used to seeing their boss walking around with a huge, hulking lion hybrid clinging onto the hem of his suit jacket or carrying Charles around the office.

Charles has always felt so safe around his Maxie—his big, cuddly sweetheart—that when the hybrid's rut arrives, Charles doesn't even notice.

He doesn't realize the darkness in Max's stare, how his touch becomes desperate, his scent growing stronger, and the sudden dampness that blooms in Max's boxers is due to the hybrid rutting Charles's ass in his sleep, needy and desperate and aching for release.

But when his rut finally hits?

Charles wakes up to Max pinning him to the bed, his grip strong and unyielding but his expression so soft and pleading. "Rut's coming," he pants, "need you, Charlie. Need my mate."

Charles blinks back, absolutely stunned as his hazy mind tries to comprehend what's going on.

"But...Max, I can't be your mate—I'm not a hybrid and I don't—"

"Mate. Mine. My mate." Max growls, rutting against Charles's thigh. "Gonna love you and protect you, protect our family." The hybrid vows, his blue eyes glowing brighter as he speaks. "Let me make you feel good—promise I'll make you feel so good."

"Max...chéri, mon beau lion, maybe let's talk about this. Let me get you someone who can help you through this properly."

"No!" The hybrid almost shouts. "Don't want anyone except you. Need you, Charlie. No one else."

The way he says it—all sweet and sincere with big, pleading eyes...

It's a strange dichotomy to his slowly tightening grip and desperate humping. Truthfully, the lovely brunet has no idea Max has already claimed Charles in his mind.

All that's left is to publicly mark him and fill Charles's womb with his seed.

Max hopes they have twins 🥰

[24heuresdumax]

Brocedes au where after Nico retires Lewis just refuses to let him go.

Lewis wanted to apologise to at the end of 2016 and finally claim Nico after years of ups and downs but Nico leaves the team without a word(wrongly believing his alpha didn't love him anymore).

And so he tries to move on and seperates himself from the sphere of F1 as much as he can. Only....every move Nico makes to move on and get himself away from that world always randomly falls apart.

Every new date always goes wrong somehow.*For example, the finance bro who tried to take Nico out to nobu told the kitchen several times that he(the finance guy) was seriously allergic to peanuts yet somehow his miso glazed god got mixed up from their table to the kitchen which was....weird. + A bunch of other mishaps.

Nico's never slept with anyone but Lewis and tries to apply the age old adage of “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else”. He uses the same lingerie website he used when they were together and because Lewis has been keeping tabs on everything finds out and shows up at the club Nico was going to pick someone up at. Btw Nico's so used to being pursued/with Lewis that he's not entirely comfortable with the hookup thing so Lewis just kind of gets to watch him from afar...smirking to himself as Nico continuously tries and fails to summon up the courage to go and seduce strange alphas. He watches until some other alpha sets his sight on *his* omega and he gets to be the knight in shining armour to Nico's obvious distress.....

Hi Anon 🤭

Lmaooo not Manhattan Man catching strays 😭😂 but you just put the most vivid image of Nico (looking absolutely stunning in his beautifully arranged outfits + makeup) being so confused and upset when each and every date ends up going horribly, horribly wrong 😫

Manhattan Man takes him to Nobu in LA and guess what? He nearly dies of an allergy attack and Nico watches as paramedics rush in and escort the gasping, flailing private equity executive to UCLA Medical Center.

Old money Italian aristocrat takes Nico to the Valpolicella region for a romantic wine tasting? Oh no, what a shame his vintage car stalls and breaks down on the drive there. Dang it, how horrible. Fortunately, Lewis Hamilton's close friend Miles Chamley-Watson happens to be nearby and picks up Nico.

"Sorry man, car's a two seater so...yeah...I called the towing company. They'll be here in 45 minutes to an hour and a half." Miles says sympathetically.

Nico offers to wait with Vineyard Guy.

Miles says absolutely not, it's been too long since he's seen Nico, how's your mom doing?

Nico never hears back from Vineyard Guy and cries all night because he really thought they were connecting. (They were but the tow truck people accidentally smashed Vineyard Guy's phone and he lost Nico's number forever.)

An incredibly handsome French art dealer takes Nico to a private art gallery showing but someone spilled olive oil on the stairs and he ends up in the ER with a broken wrist.

An American baseball legend takes Nico to Rhode Island for the weekend but he loses his wallet and spends 3 days with private detectives trying to figure out what happened. Nico sits alone in a big empty beach house because Mother Nature decided to send thunderstorms their way.

Our poor Omega runs to his parents with tears in his eyes, crying that he'll never find love ever again 😭😭

Seb tries to help by telling Nico that he doesn't need to find a new Alpha right away. He can have some fun, party it up, he's gorgeous and single and a fucking F1 world champion! Why not enjoy himself before settling down?

After all, that's what Seb did and now look at him—mated, married, and expecting his first pup with former playboy Kimi Raikkonen 🥰

But when they get to the nightclub (Nico dressed in a semi-sheer emerald green wrap dress that loops around his neck, leaving his abdomen exposed, before falling to his ankles in a seductive sheer skirt), our Omega princess freezes. He doesn't know what to do.

Usually, Lewis would wrap his arm around him, lead Nico to the VIP area, arrange for the Omega's favorite cocktails to be delivered to them, and then spend the night teasing Nico on the velvet couch before dirty dancing with his sweetheart under neon lights.

From start to finish, Nico would be wrapped up in his Alpha, never having to lift a finger unless it was to take another sip of his drink.

Spoiled, doted Nico who got carried out of the club at 2 am, whining about his feet hurting, and Lewis tenderly kissing his boyfriend until their chauffeur arrives. Lewis carefully depositing Nico in the backseat before handing his Omega a water bottle, making sure he drinks half of it, and then massaging Nico's sore feet before carrying him back up to their shared penthouse.

Nico has to fight back the urge to call Lewis immediately and demand the Alpha take him back.

Now, our golden haired Omega is standing on the edge of the dance floor all by himself (Seb and Kimi are too busy making out by the bar) and trying to tell himself it won't be that hard, he can make the first move, it's no big deal—

But the first time an Alpha tries to approach him and ask Nico for a dance?

"No. Leave me alone." He snaps, crossing his arms and looking the other way.

Six minutes later another Alpha tries to buy him a drink.

"I don't like tequila." Nico says flatly.

Another few minutes goes by before a different Alpha tries to use a pickup line.

Nico stares for a moment.

Then pretends that he doesn't speak English.

All these Alphas are wrong. The accent is wrong, the humor is wrong, the smile is wrong—they're just...

They're not him.

And his inner Omega is screaming in protest whenever another Alpha tries to make a move on Nico.

Because Nico was claimed years and years ago—even if his Alpha no longer wants him 😭

But while he's standing there, feeling sorry for himself, another Alpha approaches.

This one bolder and more aggressive than the other three Alphas.

He tries to grab Nico's waist, tries to pull the Omega into his lap—

Nico only has a moment to yelp in protest before the rough, sweaty hand is being pulled away. He turns around, ready to give this stranger a piece of his mind, when he sees Lewis.

Well, he sees Lewis's back.

Nico steps closer and sees the other Alpha is now sprawled on the floor, writhing in pain as he holds his broken and bleeding nose.

"You stay the fuck away from Nico or I'll do worse than that." Lewis growls.

His right fist is bloodied.

Nico's eyes widen.

Alpha...

Alpha came back for him.

And saved Nico.

Without thinking, the Omega throws himself in Lewis's arms, mouth latching onto the British driver's neck, utterly determined to make his mark—and win back his mate.

[24heuresdumax]

Hi nina!!! How are you???

So I've been really busy with exams for the last few weeks but I read your Omega Auction AU recently and honestly I'm kind of in love with it

its been a while since I've read any loscar and now im HOOKED

So I'm thinking the morning after the first sleepover

since the heating was turned off over night Logan ended up in Oscars bed being spooned by oscar but when he wakes up he feels a little embarrassed and bad that he's imposed on Oscars space so he tries to sneak out of bed to go back downstairs to the sleeping bags (Charles already packed them away after Kimi and Logan went to their respective alphas rooms since him and Max knew they wouldn't be using them after it got cold) but oscar just growls and tightens his arms around Logan

Meanwhile in Ollies room Charles's plan is moving along alot quicker. Kimi gets woken up with a good morning kiss from Ollie before he heads downstairs to make his omega a nutritious breakfast. Kimi doesn't think much of it but quickly trails behind ollie simce his half asleep brain (Maybe even half scent drunk from sleeping with his nose in ollies neck) doesn't want to be apart from ollie.

And then I wonder gow would the next weeks of sleepovers go? Who would mate first or would both couples mate at a similar time and give charles and max the grandkids they desperately want at the same time?

-🍓

Hi 🍓 Anon!

→ Omega Auction AU: Loscar

→ Omega Auction AU: Bearnelli

→ Omega Auction AU: The Intervention

Ahhh many, many congratulations for completing your exams!! 🎉🍀🤗 Please treat yourself to some tiramisu and an espresso (like Charles would) and enjoy!! 🥰☕️

Logan, still half-asleep and not yet awake, snuggling into a warm, sturdy chest and happily purring as he cuddles closer. In his dreams, this is Oscar he's snuggling against—his best friend and the Alpha who's taken such good care of him ever since he got dropped from Williams. Oscar's been there, supporting him and taking care of him and...

Logan sleepily blinks awake, he feels something hard pressing against his belly. It's an odd sensation but not unpleasant. In fact, his inner Omega begins to purr even louder when Logan presses his body closer and the big, hard length gets even bigger, if that were possible.

The Omega's eyes widen when he realizes that he's just an inch away from Oscar, their bodies tangled together, the Alpha's arms wrapped around Logan's slim body. Oscar is shirtless, in nothing but his boxers, and the Omega is still in his skimpy lace and chiffon sleep set Charles gave him.

He gives another little wiggle and realizes that the big, hard length pressing against his lower belly is...is...

Oscar's cock.

Logan blushes bright red when he realizes this. Oscar is long and thick and wide; the pretty Omega quickly buries his face in the crook of the Alpha's neck, unsure of what to do but knowing he doesn't want to leave Oscar's bed.

...But he can't impose. Logan lets out a soft whimper—he's been so spoiled lately. Oscar not only welcoming him into his home but insisting Logan stay with the Verstappen-Leclerc's until he figures out what he wants to do. Logan is turning 25 this year and Oscar wants to make it special for him.

His Oscie. Well, not Logan's per se...because Oscar could have anyone he wants and Logan's just a friend.

Using every ounce of willpower, Logan tries to extract himself from Oscar's warm embrace and sneak downstairs before Kimi and Charles notice he left. The heat had gone out last night and Logan wasn't used to the chill—despite living in the UK for so long, he grew up along sandy, coastal beaches and temperatures that were warm and balmy year round.

The cold sunk into his bones and sent the Omega scampering upstairs. He let instinct take over and before he could even blink, he was shimmying into Oscar's bed like a naughty little brat.

Right as Logan manages to sit up, he feels those big, strong arms tighten—

And suddenly he's yanked right back down, landing on top of Oscar's chest with a soft oof!

His best friend frowns in his sleep and Logan unconsciously brings a hand up, fingertips smoothing over the furrowed brow until Oscar's expression is relaxed once more. Maybe, the Omega thinks, another five minutes won't hurt?

He easily moulds himself into Oscar's embrace, resting his cheek against that well-muscled chest, and tries to keep his legs closed.

Oscar doesn't need to feel wet chiffon sticking to his thighs when he wakes up.

(Spoiler alert: The Alpha steals Logan's tiny little sleep shorts—the ones covered in slick—and guards this tiny scrap of blue chiffon more fiercely than he guards his first ever P1 trophy.)

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Meanwhile, our adorable Kimi is so scent drunk and needy (because Ollie made sure Kimi fell asleep with his nose buried in the Alpha's scent gland) that he literally clings to Ollie's back like a little koala. When Ollie gets up to make breakfast, Kimi whines and whimpers until our devious Haas driver scoops him up and carries Kimi downstairs.

He's literally fighting the urge to growl with pleasure when Kimi's sharp little canines bite down on his collarbone before he gives small, soft kitten licks against the little indentations. His baby is so pheromone drunk that it takes him almost twenty minutes to realize that he's being carried by his best friend.

Ollie casually mixing the pancake batter with one hand while his other arm supports Kimi's weight, allowing the Italian driver to cling onto him, face resting against Ollie's shoulder. Kimi blinks and sees that Ollie's neck and collarbones have been covered with little teeth marks and purple hickeys.

"Looks like my little vampire's awake." Ollie teases.

Kimi's face burns with regret and embarrassment. "I did that?" He whispers.

"Mmh." Ollie grins. He slips his other arm under Kimi's ass, palm up, and the Omega is ashamed to admit but he...

He grinds down.

Just a little.

He loves the way Ollie's big, rough hand feels against his skin. Especially since he's still dressed in the semi-sheer pink panties from last night.

"Don't be embarrassed, tesoro." Ollie squeezes his ass lightly, loving how soft and plump Kimi's ass feels in his palm.

He lets out a squeak when Ollie's hand moves lower, coming closer to his warm, wet core. "O-Ollie..."

"Yes, tato?"

"You let me bite you and suck you and now you're holding me while making breakfast."

Ollie leans in and playfully nuzzles Kimi's cheek with his nose, causing the Omega to giggle. "I did." His lips are centimeters from the Mercedes driver's cheek.

"Does...does that mean you maybe want to date me?" He asks innocently. Those soft brown eyes (almost honey-colored in the bright, morning light) are so hopeful and eager that Ollie can no longer hold back.

He lifts one hand (still managing to only support Kimi with one arm) and cups his cucciolo's cheek. "I think I've wanted to date you for a very, very long time, Kimi. But more than that, I want you to be mine."

"Be yours...? Like...boyfriends?" He smiles, all nervous and shy and too adorable for words.

Ollie chuckles and Kimi's heart skips a beat. His Ollie always looks so handsome but right now, he looks so attractive that the Omega thinks his heart could burst.

Kimi's so absorbed in admiring Ollie he doesn't even notice the gush of slick that wets the Alpha's forearm and seeps into Ollie's skin.

"Can we be more than boyfriends, Kimi?" He asks, voice a little lower than before. "Can you be my Omega? And I'll be your Alpha?"

Usually, Kimi would hesitate.

He'd ask Ollie for some time to think it over.

But he's spent the whole night with his face pressed against Ollie's scent gland. He likes Ollie so much, he adores his best friend more than anyone else in the world.

He thinks Ollie is the most handsome, wonderful Alpha and he's always been jealous of the Omegas he sometimes dated.

Maybe that's what his heart has been trying to tell him all along, the little Omega thinks. That his heart belongs to Ollie so what was the point in waiting?

The petite brunet gives his Alpha a sweet, doting smile and nods. "Yes, Alpha. I want to be yours." Then, he quickly buries his face in Ollie's neck again. "Can I call you amò?" He asks. "And cuore mio?"

Ollie chest feels like it's too small to contain all the love he feels for the Omega in his arms. "I'd love it if you called me all those things, tesoro."

Kimi's purrs are loud enough to fill the entire penthouse.

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Can you do WAG Charles where gains a little bit of weight like 10 pounds and freaks out that max wouldn’t like him any more so he tries to not eat any thing and hide him self by wearing bagger clothes, not showering together ect. When max finds out why Charles is t eating anything he comforts him and try to make him eat and wear some type of lingerie?

Hi @jayreads09 💙

So, this started out as a drabble but as I kept typing it just grew longer and longer so I've added it as the fourth chapter in "can't take my eyes off of you" 🤗

I do love hurt/comfort and there's nothing sweeter than seeing Max confess his undying, unwavering love for Charles when our sweet Omega is feeling so insecure 🥺