#chromehearts13

[24heuresdumax]

Hi nina! Charles' wedding leaks inspired me, so

Imagine alpha Max and omega Charles in an arranged marriage. Charles expects a cold, detached in partner in Max, while Max has actually been obsessively in love with him ever since he saw the small petite, back then unpresented Charles in a big garden surrounded by flowers when they were children during a ball. And Max has been obsessed ever since of course 🥰🥰

So when their wedding night comes, our Charlie is expecting a quick, rushed mating except.. except the opposite happens. Max fucks his new little wife in every position one can imagine throughout the night and poor Charlie even passes out at one point, and the last thing he sees is the way Max's cock bulges out his stomach.

When he wakes up, it's in the arms of his new mate, Max's strong arms wrapped possessively around his lithe waist. His nape stings with small shocks of pain and when he touches the area, he can feel the deep indents of Max's teeth where they broke his skin multiple times, since Max couldn't resist staking his claim as clearly as possible for everyone to see.

And Charles is so sore all over, he can't even get out of bed for a week!

After he recovers he finds that Max simply can't get enough of his pretty little wife, dragging him into his lap every chance and kissing the mating scar on Charles' neck everytime he gets near it, nosing at Charles with quiet reverence.

And Charles also gets pregnant soon enough, blessing Max with a little one of their own ❤️❤️

(I may have gotten a little carried away lol)

Hi @chromehearts13 🥰

This is the most adorable little wedding AU ever, thank you for sharing!! This is instantly giving modern royalty to me for some reason?? Where instead of creating marriages for political capital, the Palace PR are crafting arranged marriages to boost the image of their royal families and enhance their soft power on the world stage?

Just imagining the first real conversation between Max and Charles after their honeymoon—Max is always so eager to spend every spare moment he can with Charles and the Omega, learning more about him, taking him to all his favorite spots in the Netherlands, nonstop yapping, kisses every chance Max gets 😩🥹

And Charles is so overwhelmed and smitten and falling head over heels because this is not at all what he thought his marriage would be. He was fully prepared to endure his husband's icy glare, seething resentment, and blatant affairs.

But instead, the Omega is sitting in his husband's lap, the two of them in a gondola lazily drifting down a Dutch canal. Soft blankets, a picnic basket, and huge bouquets of pink tulips surround them. Max is happily scenting Charles (always making sure to give little kitten licks to Charles's now healed mating bite) and murmuring about all the things he has planned for their little holiday in Portugal.

And Charles, so relaxed and safe and genuinely happy in Max's arms, blurts out:

"I didn't think you'd like me this much, Maxie."

And Max freezes.

Because—

"Like you? Charlie, baby, I love you. I've been in love with you since I was 5 years old and saw you plucking ranunculus blossoms from the Duchess of Gloucester's gardens." The memory spills from Max's lips as if no time has passed—the fondness, the warmth, the way his arms tighten around Charles's body as he dredges a time capsule into the present. "I thought you were the prettiest boy I've ever seen, schatje." He continues. "And I knew right then and there I had to marry you."

And once Charles hears this? Once he knows, with absolutely certainty, the Alpha prince he married doesn't just want Charles because he's a convenient royal bedwarmer, oh the sweet little Omega simply blooms under Max's care.

He doesn't ever want to be away from his Alpha for too long, he eagerly accepts the Alpha's touch, and late at night, when Max has him pinned down or pinned up or on his hands and knees, the Omega blushing and whimpering and fighting back moans because he loves it. He loves it so much, every position and every kiss, the way Charles allows Max to use him and love him and cherish him...

Charles even begs Max to keep making love to him even when the Omega passes out because he loves waking up sore and leaking Max's cum. (He has no idea somnophilia is a thing and that Max has been salivating at the thought of fucking his lovely Omega throughout the night while Charles is tucked in his arms, asleep and dreaming, happily allowing his Alpha to take him apart.)

Charles doesn't get embarrassed anymore when Max pulls him onto his lap during meetings with this cabinet or ministers. He doesn't squirm away or blush bright red. Instead, Charles tucks his head under Max's chin and takes a sweet little nap in his mate's arms, allowing the monotone conversations to lull him to sleep.

Charles also doesn't worry about making requests to Max anymore—his Alpha loves fulfilling Charles's every wish so when the young Monegasque confessed he was missing Monaco and his brothers? They were on the private plane flying to Nice in less than an hour. The entire time Charles was splayed out in the luxurious bed in Max's private cabin, legs over his head, his husband fucking him slow and deep, rolling his hips and forcing that long, heavy cock to split Charles open because the Omega had shyly confessed the reason why he wanted to see his family so badly:

"I want our baby to meet his grandmama and uncles, Maxie." A sweet blush. "And um, I...I want what you mentioned before." His voice gets quieter. "The...mile high club? I...I want to join."

Charles gets knotted for the entire flight and once they touch down in France? His Alpha has to carry him off the plane 🥰

[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]

Omg I wanted to show you a tweet but then I forgot to save it 😭😭 But it was lowkey so lestappen coded

It was kinda like this: There was this boy when I was young, who called me gay and then obviously I pounced on him. And when I was looking down at him and thought, "Oh, he's kinda cute." And then I went home and cried all night. He was right, I am gay.

Like I can imagine young lestappen fighting and then Charles having the realization of a lifetime. And then they would maybe later get into a fwb thing and sneak around all the time 🥹

Sneaky lestappen childhood ?sweethearts?

Hi @chromehearts13 🩶

This!! This is just precious!! 🥹 And also hilarious 🤣 Charles having an unplanned epiphany (and sexual awakening) and crying his eyes out because it’s not fair! Out of all the people for him to find attractive…it has to be his karting rival Max Verstappen??!

Stupid Max and his stupid, goofy smile and stupid sapphire eyes and stupid kissable lips with that stupidly cute freckle 😭😭 Charles is lying flat on the floor angrily reminiscing about how adorable Max looks when he’s yapping away before suddenly pausing, holding up one finger, and going well actually…

It’s so dumb and annoying and…painfully endearing 😫

Imagine Charles showing up to their next karting competition determined to remain unaffected and indifferent. Max is just another karter—another rival—even if the Dutch boy is his favorite person to race.

Imagine Charles seeing Max and literally freezing. He knows he should either keep walking or turn around but there is not a single thought in that pretty head of his aside from oh…oh he looks…cute…

And it’s just Max in his normal, slightly oversized street clothes (he hasn’t changed into his race suit yet). His cheeks are already pink from the cold, he has a backpack slung over one shoulder, and there’s mud on the hemline of his jeans.

Charles watches the taller boy almost trip over a rock and then slip on a nearby puddle of mud. Our little Monegasque karter finally manages to get his feet moving and by the time he’s close enough to hear Max swearing up a storm, he completely forgets why he came over in the first place.

Unfortunately for him, Max sees him—and turns the full force of those sapphire blue eyes on him.

“Stalking me now, Leclerc?” He smirks.

It should look so stupid. He just got off the ground, his hand is covered in mud, and his backpack is lopsided from the fall.

Charles should have told him you look like a mess.

But instead what comes out is: “I’m gay.”

For a second, Charles thinks he should have never woken up and gotten out of bed.

Clearly, he left common sense behind in Monaco.

But then, Max’s smirk gives way to a wide, brilliant smile. “Me too.” He beams at Charles.

And then says: “I think you’re really pretty. I don’t want to date you, but I think you’re pretty.”

Charles is affronted. “What do you mean you don’t want to date me!”

Max suddenly perks up, looking like an excited, hopeful dachshund. “Wait—are you saying you want to date me?”

“Don’t change the subject!” He feels his face heat up. This is why he hated Verstappen! All he ever did was insult Charles and now he—he just called him undateable! “Why did you say that?” He crosses his arms and tries to keep the very real hurt from affecting his voice.

“I um, wait Charlie—don’t go—” He grabs onto Charles’s wrist with his non-muddy hand. “I’m sorry, that was really mean.” He looks down.

Charles wonders if he’s seeing things because Verstappen’s face is now turning tomato red.

The way Arthur’s face does whenever he has an allergic reaction.

“But I was trying to make you feel comfortable.” He adds.

“…By telling me I’m undateable?”

“No! I didn’t say that! And I didn’t mean it like that! I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable after I called you pretty!”

Charles rolls his eyes. “Why would that make me uncomfortable? That’s so silly.”

Max blinks, suddenly looking very unsure. “Oh. I guess…some people have told me not to tell them things like that.”

The sight of Max Verstappen hesitant and nervous makes Charles want to…do something. Like hug him.

Or buy him a pizza.

But Max is covered in mud and there’s no pizzeria nearby.

So Charles does the next best thing. He walks the handful of steps to stand right in front of Max and without hesitating, he presses a short, quick kiss to the boy’s ruddy cheek.

Charles’s lips are a little dry but soft, and Max’s cheek is cold from the late autumn weather. He watches as the Dutch karter’s blue, blue eyes widen—his mouth opening but no words coming out.

Charles giggles. “You look like a goldfish.” He pokes Max’s shoulder. “See you on track.”

He doesn’t know it then, but in this one moment, Charles Leclerc has transformed Max Verstappen’s schoolboy crush into a deep, all encompassing love that would continue to strengthen as the years went by. As their friendship bloomed and their hearts grew closer and closer.

Max doesn’t tell Charles about his feelings, he thinks he can make do with their friendship (and the secret nights they share, the nights they hide from the world because it belongs to them). Max tells himself he doesn’t need anything more.

Until 2021. Abu Dhabi.

A world champion deserves a celebration befitting his status, no? Red Bull plans to organize a whole parade of exotic dancers to celebrate in the club with them.

When Charles hears this?

Who cares? Not like Max is going to anything with the dancers.

When he learns there will be male dancers present?

He becomes livid.

Cue Charles paying off one of the exotic dancers so Charles can take his place and show Max he doesn’t need anyone else but him!!

How does it go? Well, Charles is about as coordinated as a duck in roller blades.

He winds up spraining his ankle and Max rushes to carry him to his car and get Charles to the emergency room.

Charles really did not plan to ask (demand) Max take him out on a date…and never look at an exotic dancer ever again.

[24heuresdumax]

Hi nina!

Now that Charles' official wedding pictures have been released I think it's time to cook up something in arranged marriage au lestappen againnn 😝😝

Imagine how Max is always such a gentleman to his darling Omega, his little wife, but an absolute beast in bed 🥴

At night when Charles is already falling asleep, that's when Max pounces. He just got back from a line of long meetings and all he wants to do is ravish his shy little omega.

And our Charlie is so so tired all the time, even though he has no idea why. Yet. 😉

So when he wakes up the next day he is always so confused why his body is so sore all over, even though he went to sleep early. He is still in his soft (in Max's opinion very sexy) nightgown that usually just about reaches the top of his thighs, but it's all rucked up over his hips.

When he tries to get up, he immediately lets out a whimper only just now realizing that his Alpha is right behind him, sleeping peacefully. And Charles feels how Max's half hard cock is lodged in his puffy, slick pussy, probably from fucking his Omega while he was asleep. It makes Charles clench down instinctively feeling the Alpha's knot locking then together, keeping Charles plugged up, full of cum. 😳😳

And when Max wakes up not long after, of course they have morning sex, with Charles chest flush to the sheets, ass up in the air with the Alpha draped over his back, covering the petite Omega almost entirely.

(it always makes Max's breath catch when he notices how small the Omega is compared to his alpha physique)

And when Max finds out that Charles, his Charlie is pregnant? How he would smell the Omega's scent and feel a certain milky tone infused within it? Well, I'm pretty sure Max would spend hours making Charles cockwarm him, one of his big hands gently holding the omega's barely noticeable bump, looking at his beloved wife with so so much love in his eyes. 😍😍

(Hope you like it Nina! I may have gotten a little carried away again, but like. Those wedding photos are fantastic ❤️❤️

Have a good day!)

Hi @chromehearts13 🍭

Arranged Marriage AU: Part 1

Setting: Modern day royalty 👑

Max can't get enough of his sweet little wife—especially when Charles is already boneless and hazy, thighs trembling from his last orgasm, eyes glassy with tears, and softly mewling his Alpha's name. Max's large, veiny hand grasping onto his sweet love's smooth, tanned calf and hitching it over his shoulder, completely enamored by the way Charles just lets him—how he trusts Max implicitly, allows the Alpha to twist and contort him into whatever position because he knows Max will always make him feel good 🥰

And also—

What if Charles thinks now that he's pregnant he and Max have to stop having sex? 🥺 Our naive Charlie who's never even kissed an Alpha suddenly worrying his Maxie won't sleep with him anymore because of the baby 😭 and it's even worse because Max got caught up in some last minute meetings for the young karters association that he's a patron of so he hasn't been able to fuck his gorgeous, expectant wife...for two whole days!

It's torture for the both of them, but especially Charles who's so happy to be pregnant with his and Max's baby but if he can't last two days without his Alpha's knot how is he supposed to make it nine months?

It all comes to a head when Max returns to his and Charles's royal apartments after an excruciating 48 hours away to find his mate curled up in his nest, dressed in the white lingerie he wore on their wedding night (Max had reverently removed the scraps of lace with his teeth), and...

Sobbing into Max's pillow 😭

The Alpha is all at once aroused, worried, and so madly in love that he immediately scoops Charles into his arms, cradling his precious wife, scenting him and kissing him and begging Charles to tell him what's wrong.

"Y-you're going to s-stop having sex with me b-because of the baby!" His Omega hiccups in between sobs. "And I love this baby so much but I also love you so much and I want you to keep knotting me and loving me and—and—"

Oh.

Max blinks, feeling completely stunned.

His sweet little angel thinks that just because he's carrying their precious bundle in his belly Max is going to stop fucking him? That he's going to leave that perfect, slick pussy untouched? That he's not going to hitch his Omega's legs over his shoulders, bend him in half, and fuck Charles until he loses consciousness?

"Mijn perfecte vrouw," he soothes, allowing a loud rumble to fill the room because he knows how much Charles likes feeling the vibrations when he's cuddledup against Max, "my angel wife," he kisses the top of Charles's head, "your pretty cunt is going to get knotted every day. You're going to have your lovely pussy kissed and sucked and fucked until you're begging for mercy. My lovely Charles," Max gently cradles his cheek, "I am going to fuck you on your hands and knees until you forget what it's like to be empty."

His sweet little wife looks up at him, doe eyes bright and teary before he sniffles, cheeks red from crying. "Do you promise?" He asks in the shyest little voice Max has ever heard.

The Alpha smirks, his other hand already cupping the soft, plush curve of Charles's ass. "Do you remember our wedding night?"

And—oh, does his little wife blush bright red, immediately burying his face in Max's chest.

He chuckles. "I'm guessing that's a yes."

"I got your face all messy." The words are muffled even as Charles's little hands tug at his button-up shirt. "And I made the sheets all wet and then you had to replace them in the middle of the night because—b-because—"

His shy little love can't even finish the sentence.

Max quickly peppers kisses down his temple. "Don't be embarrassed Charlie—you think you have any reason to be embarrassed? My gorgeous, perfect, angel of a wife getting so wet for me that he left a little puddle on the bed? My perfect little wife crying for my cock whenever I pulled out?" He holds Charles even tighter. "You're dressed all in white and I think it's time to reenact our wedding night."

Charles immediately pulls back, expression anxious. "Won't that hurt the baby?"

"Not at all," the Alpha reassures, "I'd never do anything to hurt you or our little blessing. I just want to make you feel good, every single day." He kisses Charles, gently nipping at his bottom lip. "Will you let me?"

But Max doesn't even finish his question before he feels it—the warm, syrupy slick that drips down Charles's thigh, staining max's trousers.

"Perfect boy," the Alpha rumbles in approval, "already getting wet for your husband."

(And later that night, Charles learns that pussy isn't the only hole that's perfect for taking his Alpha's knot 🤭)

[24heuresdumax]

Hi Ninaa <3

So, like, I know I alr sent the hybrid Max ask, but then I saw a pic and I was like, hmm, the opposite would be so good too!

Maybe retired F1 driver Max one day finds an injured little kitten on the side walk and decides to take it with him.

He takes care of it, obsessing over its health, letting it sleep in his bed, as the little feline begins to trust him more and more. Then one day Max wakes up to a warm body nestled close beside him and oh! The kitten is actually a shape shifter called Charles who lost his previous home, hence why he was wandering the streets.

Those cute little cheeks and the way Charles shyly shifts closer to him on the bed, only his naked shoulder visible above the sheets-

It makes Max develop a whole new kind of possessiveness for his kitten. He's been retired for quite a while, so he can focus on dolling up his little beauty, giving him a custom collar with a lion on it, not to mention the dresses, high quality negligees he buys for him, as Charles doesn't like the obstructive feeling of clothes too much.

And Charles? Charles enjoys it more than he thought he would. He is well taken care of and he gets cuddles anytime he wants! And if it makes him squeak everytime Max "accidentally" tugs on the little bow he convinced Charles to put on the base of his busy tail.. well, Max is just a bit clumsy sometimes, right?

It's another story when Charles' heat arrives. When Max finds the petite feline curled up in their sheets, desperately humping a pillow, all his restraint goes out the window. And he pounces.

Hi @chromehearts13 🐈

→ Cat Shifter Charles AU

→ Hybrids AU (Lion!Max): Part 1, Part 2

@chromehearts13 my love!! How I adore all your AUs 🥹💗 I actually wrote a Cat Shifter Charles AU last year but I really, really love this alternative scenario you've created!

Charles who's just a ball of gold fluff (with a brown heart-shaped patch of fur on his forehead) and shimmering emerald green eyes curled up in a cardboard box on a rainy day 😭 all alone and abandoned 😭 and so tiny he can fit into the palm of Max's hand 😭

This itty bitty kitten mewling so softly when Max gently picks him up, cradling the tiny creature in his arms as he rushes back to his Ferrari Monza. Max holds the little kitty in one arm while driving back to his penthouse because the poor thing gave the saddest, most heartbreaking mewl when Max tried to set him down in the passenger seat 🥺

Once they get back he immediately calls for a vet and his PA. While waiting for them Max wraps the little creature in one of his Red Bull hoodies, holding him close to his heart, and whispering to him in Dutch.

Once his PA arrives with baby bottles, fur care for kittens, kitty food, food bowls, litter box, scratching post, and so many toys and climbers he can barely fit through the door, Max immediately fills up a bottle with fresh milk and moves to the sofa, kitten still in his arms.

His bewildered PA stands there, unable to look away as his boss unwraps the bundle in his arms to reveal a tiny ball of gold fluff.

A kitten.

A kitten that his boss is now feeding with a baby bottle, cooing at the tiny creature in a litany of Dutch and English until the kitty opens his bright green eyes.

Max gently rubs the kitten's soft cheek as the poor thing eagerly takes his bottle, giving happy purrs that make the usually blank-faced Dutchman laugh.

Twenty minutes later, the vet arrives with her assistant and a whole host of veterinary equipment.

The little kitten refuses to leave the retired world champion's arms so the entire exam is conducted while Max holds the tiny animal who, according to the vet, is perfectly healthy.

Max names the kitten Sunny and gives it a warm bath that the kitten is surprisingly receptive to. The PA heads out with a wave after Max says he won't need any help bathing Sunny (who happily luxuriates in the warm water) and then carefully dries him with a fluffy Schweitzer Linen bath towel.

Max carries Sunny right to bed and presses a kiss to the top of his head. Sunny curls up in a warm, happy lump atop Max's chest and purrs the night away.

💙🐱❤️ 💙🐱❤️ 💙🐱❤️ 💙🐱❤️

This goes on for several weeks. Max introduces Sunny to Jimmy, Sassy, and Donut and the three of them quickly adopt the tiny kitten into their little feline family like Charles has always been there.

Except unlike his other three cats, Sunny clings to Max and sometimes listens to him talk and talk like he can actually understand him. When Max gets on calls with Verstappen Racing, Sunny climbs onto his shoulder and sits there quietly, listening to every word, not mewling or yowling or causing a ruckus.

Not even Jimmy, the most mellow of his cats, is this well-behaved.

And then, one fine morning, Max wakes up to a warm (and very naked) body cuddled up against him.

Sun-kissed skin.

Messy brown locks.

Delicate features, long lashes, and soft pink lips.

He's curled up in Max's arms, cheek against his chest, and...

Max feels something tug at his leg.

He lifts the comforter to find a soft, furry tail wrapped around his upper thigh.

Max's gaze shoots back up, realization slamming into him.

Sunny, his adorable, petite kitty cat, was a shifter.

Sunny yawns, lashes fluttering as Max sees that same beautiful shade of emerald green he's grown to love staring up at him. Expectant. Familiar.

And very happy.

"Max." The shifter purrs happily. "Good morning, Max." He repeats.

Max swears his brain is melting out of his ears because the gorgeous shifter in his arms moves, just the tiniest bit, and Max feels something wet and soft press against his hip.

The shifter rocks a little closer, his pussy dragging against Max's warm skin.

"I'm your Sunny." The shifter explains. "But my name is Charles." He nuzzles Max's chest. "Can I be your Charles, too?" He smiles.

A dimple on either cheek.

Max...

Oh Max is smitten.

[24heuresdumax]

Hi nina! ❤️

I saw a fic on ao3 that's a bit similar to what I am about to write down, but like, I'm interested in what you'd think about this au!

So after a grueling race Alpha Max and Omega Charles finally fuck in Max's drivers room. But Charles shyly mentions that it's his first time, like, he never even touched himself down there because he would get so embarrassed about it.

Except Max thinks they're role-playing since Charles was so bold in the beginning, pushing up the Alpha against the door and smashing their lips together. In the end they fuck rough and Charles never says anything about the fact that it did hurt at the start, even though it became very pleasurable soon enough. And then they actually start courting/get together a few weeks later and it's just.. never mentioned again.

So when a year or two later they are in bed, about to mate for life, Max's teeth digging into the Omega's supple skin, the Alpha mutters something about wishing he was Charles' only, promising to fuck him so good he'll forget about anyone else who has ever had the pleasure of seeing the pretty Omega below them like this.

And Charles is just so confused.. like, Maxie was his first and only, so he doesn't really understand what his soon to be mate is muttering about. He also thought that first times being painful were supposed to be normal, and when he tells Max this in an uncertain, apprehensive voice...

Cue Lestappen angst to the max 🙏🙏😭

(I apologise for the grammar at the end I got lost in the intricacies of english 😭😭)

Hi @chromehearts13 🩶

Oh my goddddd 😭 the devastation and guilt that crashes over him is enough to suffocate the Alpha. He’s on his forearms, gazing down at his beloved Charles, realizing that his lovely boy’s shy confession two years ago wasn’t role play:

It was the honest to god truth.

His Charlie had come to him a virgin, all sweet and nervous, and Max had treated it like a game. Max suddenly rolling over to sit upright, grabbing Charles and hauling him into his arms, one hand cradling his face and apologizing, whispering he’s sorry, he’s an idiot, I hurt you—I hurt you…

The self-hatred and regret and love all roiling inside Max like a hurricane. Those intense blue eyes are suspiciously bright and it stuns Charles because in all the time he’s known Max, he’s never seen his Alpha cry.

Ever.

Not even when he lost his WDC title. Max had been disappointed but after seeing his Omega, after holding Charles in his arms? His Alpha’s scent turned rich and deep, his chest rumbling as he kissed the top of the Omega’s head.

Now, he watched as his Maxie begs for forgiveness, as he pleads with Charles to give him another chance even though he’s undeserving—a monster, a brute, and a hateful beast.

“You’re none of those things, mon cœur!” Charles interrupts hotly, unable to hear his mate berate himself for another second. “I know you’d never hurt me on purpose—and…it wasn’t bad, Maxie.” He blushes. “You made me feel so, so good. I loved it, I love you.”

But Max can’t accept his sweet boy’s forgiveness without making it up to Charles, without showing him how his first time ought to be. How Max now has the opportunity to cherish and worship and make love to his mate and adore him the way Charles deserves.

And imagine Max spilling his heart out to Charles this entire time. Our favorite yapper can’t keep his mouth shut at the best of times but now? How can he stop talking? How can he stop singing Charles’s praises, telling him how all he’s ever wanted was to belong to Charles and have the Omega love him back? He confesses that every time Charles smiled at him, Max felt like he’d won a Grand Prix.

He does all this while caressing his precious mate with his hands and lips and tongue, coaxing soft whimpers and gorgeous cries of Max! from his mate’s kiss-bitten mouth.

He is going to make it up to Charles—he will spend every single moment of his life making it up to his love.

Their breathing gets heavier, skin sticky, sweat dripping down their forehead and chins—Max is achingly slow and careful, asking how Charles feels, can he move, if he’s alright.

And the brunet in his arms? Gasping and needy and so turned on he might faint? Oh, he’s been worshipped by Max before (many times in fact) but seeing his Alpha now? So desperate to please him that he doesn’t even think about his own aching cock?

Charles is dizzy with love and arousal, so happy to melt into the mattress as Max claims him again, body and soul.

[24heuresdumax]

Hi Nina! So this may be a resend, but your lestappen bitching au wouldn't leave my mind for the last few days 😭 also my wifi may have actually died that other time I sent an ask 💀

My beloved @chromehearts13 ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 why did I not see this ask earlier??? Ahhhh oh my god, we are going ultra dark for this AU 🖤

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

Max's love and desire for Charles devolving into ownership and unhinged obsession after he realizes he won't be able to pup up his gorgeous boy, that they'll never be able to have children together the way Max dreamed but does this alter or diminish Max's passion for his Charlie?

Not in the least.

Charles is still his Omega, still his mate.

He is still the only one Max will ever consent to marrying because deep down, Max knows Charles wants to be his. That this Alpha business is just a facade he puts on to appease Ferrari. He is convinced—in fact, he knows—that Charles would be infinitely happier if he was allowed to embrace his inner Omega.

He just needed someone to liberate him from the confines of Alpha work. Of the constant races and obligations and business meetings. Charles doesn't need to provide for himself anymore—he has Max for that. His pretty boy doesn't need to worry about finances or car development or brand deals he needs to maintain.

All Charlie needs to do is dress in pretty silk dresses and wake up whenever he likes. All Charlie needs to do is love Max with all his heart and vow to never leave. His Charlie can sip strawberry wine and spend entire days just reading books or watching races (Max would never completely cut off Charles's connection to F1, he does love yapping about it with his love).

His Charlie can go shopping and redecorate the entire penthouse.

Or he can simply lounge in bed, his little pussy all wet from lube, stretched out by Charles's desperate fingers as he writhes and whimpers, aching for Alpha cock but knowing he has to be a good boy and wait for his Maxie.

In fact, when Charles first moved in with Max, it was a bit of a hassle. His pretty boy cried and cried and constantly tried to escape. Max was forced to chain him up to the bed for a few months before Charlie calmed down and realized Max wasn't going to hurt him.

It was a ridiculous notion—how could he ever harm what he loved? But that was when Max realized Omegas really did need a guiding hand. They needed someone to connect the dots for them. Charlie really was an Omega because he didn't realize how much Max loved him until Max laid him down on the bed, mouth pressed against the thin skin of his neck, and told Charles he would never leave him.

That Max would always be here.

That even if they couldn't have the sweet pups they both dreamed of, Max could still fuck his Omega until Charles is pumped so full of cum that his belly swells, all round and sweet and precious.

Charles didn't take that declaration well the first time.

He screamed at Max, called him crazy and deluded and tried to hit him.

Charles was strong, but that was just Ferrari's "Alphaization" kicking in. Max is the one who feeds Charles strawberry wine imbued with a special pill that turns his Omega pliant and willing.

But eventually, after a few sessions, Charles became as docile and sweet as Max knew he would be.

His lovely little Omega prancing around his penthouse in pale pink miniskirts and flowy front-tie tank tops that showed off the slim curve of his waist. (Charles didn't lift weights anymore—if he wanted to exercise, he could either do aerobics in the private dance studio Max built for Charles...or he could ride his Alpha until his worn and stretched out hole couldn't take another knot.)

Charles learned how to cook and bake and keep house. (Granted it was an ordeal—Max hired professional housekeepers for the actual cleaning but he wanted his Charlie to learn how to decorate and plan events and bake sweet little cakes the way all Omegas did.)

Charles greeted Max every evening dressed in the skimpiest outfits possible—after all, there was nothing else for him to wear.

Max bought all his clothes and shoes and accessories.

Max gave him a phone that would only allow Charles to contact him and blocked internet access to almost every social media platform. Of course, Charles could watch every movie and TV show using the extensive home entertainment system Max had, or he could watch YouTube videos if he was strictly monitored by one of the for-hire security guards that were always on site.

For a long while, his Omega had trouble adjusting to his new life—his true life, the life he was always meant to lead. But Charles has never disappointed Max—his Omega learned.

And soon, he embraced it all.

He's so eager for Max's touch, for his kisses and his attention. Always ready to listen or contribute to the conversation, always so needy for Max's time.

After all, who else was he going to talk to?

To the outside world, Charles Leclerc, former driver for Scuderia Ferrari, vanished from the face of the earth 14 months ago. His apartment was in pristine condition and the last anyone heard of him, he'd been sailing in open waters.

An accidental drowning is what officials confirmed.

Max Verstappen mourned so publicly that some thought he'd retire from the sport altogether.

But half a year later, the spark returned to his sapphire eyes and Max smiled more easily.

However, there was one new accessory Max began wearing that caught everyone's eye—an onyx ring on the fourth finger of his left hand. One strikingly similar to the one Charles used to wear.

Fans shook their heads and stated Max was still caught up in his grief.

Commentators looked upon the ring with pity.

But Max only smirks. He proposed to Charles the second his Omega had begged Max to help him with his heat, when he stopped referring to them as "ruts" and willingly laid down on the bed, legs spread, and calling out Alpha's name.

They eloped not long after, holding an unofficial ceremony on the private island Max gifted Charles as a wedding present.

Now, the Alpha lays in bed with his Omega curled by his side. Charles is loose, wet, and sloppy because he'd shyly asked Alpha to fill him to the brim...

And then let it slowly drip out of him at night.

God, his precious wife could be adorably filthy when he wanted to be.

Kissing the top of his head, Max allows his eyes to close, peace washing over him as his mate—his perfect Omega—slumbers in his arms.

[24heuresdumax]

Hi Nina! How are you?

I was wondering if you already have an au like this, but like prince Charles and rogue knight Max?

Prince Charles who is exhausted by all the manipulative schemes and tedious meetings going on in the castle, one day wants to get away from it for a bit. So he goes to a small clearing in the nearby woods, so he can relax, maybe read a book while at it.

Then there's Max, a feared knight all across nations, known for wandering the wilderness and getting rid of those he deems sinners. And one day he sees Charles sitting under a tree, absorbed in his book.

And he goes like, hm. His breath taken away, Max immediately knows that he must make that beauty his.

Hence Charles is kidnapped.

And he is of course very unwilling in the beginning, but Max is very, very insistent at getting what he wants. He craves Charles, he needs him so much he wants to crawl inside his skin.

Charles has no choice in the end. After all, it's just them two in the wilderness.

(I tried to summarize it as much as I could, or I would have gotten very carried away lol, just wanted to share this thought)

Hi @chromehearts13 🤍

Max, the feared rogue knight who once fought under the banner of the charging bull but is now a mercenary for hire?

Charles, the elegant but overprotected prince of the powerful Ferrari Empire who just wants a few moments of peace?

The two of the meeting?

Max instantly falling head over heels in love and forcibly binding Charles to his side?? Ahhhhh my lovely @chromehearts13 we adore a toxic Lestappen romance with a healthy side of obsession and psychotic devotion!! 💓

Max literally just grabbing Charles and hauling him onto his lap, the two of them galloping away from the palace and Charles commanding Max let him go or else he'll have him thrown in the dungeon—!

Max only holding Charles tighter to make sure his pretty prince doesn't fall or injure himself. Max murmuring, "Your monarch has thrice tried to imprison me, and thrice I've escaped. Your prisons aren't particularly effective my prince."

Charles gasping as Max pulls him against his hard, broad chest. Charles's back pressed against Max, his kidnapper's arms around him as they ride further away from Maranello. The prince grows desperate. He turns around, ready to bargain his way out of this but the stupidly handsome criminal only glances down at Charles—and smiles. "Can I kiss you?" He asks like the lunatic that he is.

Charles's face flushes with indignation. "How dare you! I am a prince of the blood and nephew to his majesty, Emperor Frédéric himself! How dare you even consider yourself worthy of my presence!"

But the sapphire eyed stranger only chuckles. "You are very beautiful my prince, and very spirited." He sounds...warm.

Almost amused.

Charles wants to stamp his foot but knows it's impossible as they ride into the woods. "You will be handsomely rewarded if you release me, sir." He tacks on the honorable title even though he's sure this ruffian is nothing more than a common crook.

"You are the only reward I will ever need." He replies smoothly before his arm tightens around Charles's waist, tugging him even closer.

The two of them arrive at a local inn and Charles think this is his chance to break free and get help—after all, he's the emperor's nephew, surely someone in this inn would be willing to assist in exchange for the emperor's favor!

But unbeknownst to Charles, this inn is run by a fellow rogue—a smooth talking knight who was once captain of the guard in the kingdom of Renault, Daniel Ricciardo. Charles is carried inside, helpless and angry when Max wraps his cloak around him, obscuring Charles from the various patrons in the inn.

But there's something...off...about it.

It's rowdy and crowded and there's a large, plentiful bar but the inn is filled with men. Almost all men, and they're seated a small tables with drinks while beautiful scantily dressed women and men sashay towards them with beguiling smiles and painted lips and—

"This is a brothel!" Charles hisses. He tries to pull away but the kidnapper only tugs him closer, causing the prince to stumble and fall right into his arms. "Unhand me!" He commands but the stranger only chuckles.

"I'm afraid not, my prince." He murmurs in a peculiar, accented voice. "You are far too lovely to part with, even for a moment."

The words are sweet and playful and surprisingly sincere—but Charles refuses to fall for it. After all, this stranger will likely try and ransom him in the morning and—

"Maxie boy!" A loud, boisterous voice interrupts, causing Charles to glance up and see a tall, tanned man with black hair and a wide, luminous smile. "What're you doing in this neck of the woods?"

The stranger—Maxie?—only tightens his grip around Charles's waist. "Had to tend to some business, Daniel." He replies lowly. "I need a room for the night. Discreet. Away from the windows. Preferably on the second floor."

Charles is convinced he's going to get murdered—or pushed from the second story window.

Instead, they're placed in a small but cozy and clean room by the same boisterous, smiling man who looks Charles up and down and tells the stranger (Maxie) that he's a lucky son of a bitch.

Charles shuffles closer to Maxie—as much as he hates the stranger who kidnapped him, he feels closer to the tall warrior with blue eyes. He feels...well, not safe but he knows (somehow) that he won't be hurt if he stays near him.

"Are you going to kill me?" Charles asks the second they're left alone.

The blond warrior looks at him with an expression of shock. "I would never harm you, my prince." He says emphatically.

"You kidnapped me!"

"I adore you."

"You threw me on the back of your horse and rode off me with me god knows where!"

"I just want to be near you."

"You refused to return me to the palace when I commanded you to!" Charles crosses his arms. "And now you expect me to trust you Maxie—?"

"Maxie?" The stranger's voice drops an octave, suddenly becoming smokier.

Deeper.

More dangerous.

Charles is suddenly very aware of the fact he is dressed in nothing but silk and satin, no weapon nearby, and entirely at the mercy of this kidnapper who seems to defy Charles's every expectation.

"Say that again." He demands but it sounds more like a plea.

"i—I don't know what you mean."

"My name." He's in front of Charles in three quick steps. One large, rogue hand comes up to cup his cheek. "Please schat. Say that again."

"M-Maxie?"

His eyes close, a soft exhale leaving those full lips before he looks down, his entire expression soft and open. "You do care for me." He sounds mystified and awestruck, those sapphire eyes gleaming with something Charles can't quite describe.

The prince shakes his head. "You're delusional." He tries to insist.

But the kidnapper pulls him closer, boxing Charles in until he's pressed between the wall and Maxie's chest. "You called me by my nickname." He breathes before leaning in, face inches away from Charles's own. "My Charlie." He dares to brush his lips against the tip of the prince's nose. "My beautiful boy."