Idea: Max suffers a career ending injury towards the end of 2021. Lewis wins the WDC and Max vanishes from the grid, disappearing to god knows where only to return in 2026 as Charles Leclerc’s race engineer.
When cameras catch sight of Max walking side by side with Charles, it isn’t the limp or the walking cane that catches their eye. It’s the matching rings on the fourth finger of their left hands and the way Max leans in close to murmur something in Charles’s ear as they enter the CL16 garage. It’s the way Charles’s touch lingers on Max’s broad shoulders, fingertips dancing along the seam of his shirt.
It’s the way the hard edge in Max’s eyes softens, just the smallest amount, when Charles smiles up at him.
It’s a relationship cloaked in mystery and shadow—no one knows what happened but they worry. They worry for the talented, ambitious Prince of Ferrari who’s now tethered to the jaded and cynical Max Verstappen who quickly garners a reputation for ruthlessness and perfection. He’s sharp, severe, and uncompromising—but Charles isn’t fazed.
Max is exactly what he and Ferrari need—someone to force change upon an institution too rooted in tradition. Someone to grab Ferrari by the throat and tell them to let heads roll if it means progress.
He and Max aren’t in love—far from it—but Charles has an image he needs to protect and telling the world he chose Max as his race engineer because the Dutchman is mercenary and cutthroat and willing to be Charles’s sword and shield in his battles with Maranello? Not very PR friendly.
Max clung to Charles because if he didn’t, he would have drowned himself in the nearest body of water. The love and affection he once had for the Monegasque driver had become tainted with obsession, possession, and ruthless ambition. Charles is his. His redemption and his future.
What I don't do: Rain on other people's parade (their ships) because I think LuNami is "the best ship" and will be canon - I don't, I couldn't care less, I'm not shipping for canon, I'm shipping bc it's fun.
hey y'all I’m starting my 5th month of working 40+ hours a week and cannot promise that I’ll be on tumblr consistently or for awhile. honestly Tumblr just stresses me out nowadays. I love all of you so much, this is not the end of LF, I promise! See you soon. 💕 very truly always yours, nina moon
Recently had a girls night where we watched one of my favorite films—the 1953 comedy How to Marry a Millionaire starring Lauren Bacall, Marilyn Monroe, and Betty Grable as three models who rent a penthouse on the East Side of Manhattan with the hopes of reeling in a dashing millionaire.
And this got me thinking:
What if Omega models Nico Roberg, Charles Leclerc, and Logan Sargeant—tired of dating subpar men who've only ever left them stressed, disappointed, and just plain exhausted—decide to pool their resources together, rent a penthouse in Monaco, and go on the hunt for millionaire husbands?
Nico has his eye on Austrian billionaire Toto Wolff who he is determined to lock down but unfortunately for him, he keeps getting interrupted by an annoyingly handsome British guy by the name of Lewis Hamilton. Lewis is initially amused by the charmingly spoiled German model and decides to have a little fun by interfering with Nico's husband hunting efforts.
Cropping up at every ritzy bar and restaurant Nico is at. Playfully flirting with Nico whenever the model tries to make a move on Toto. Casually interjecting himself in conversations that end with Lewis and Nico verbally sparring in front of everyone.
And gradually, Lewis's amusement turns to fondness and then affection and finally, something dangerously close to love. Because Nico has no idea Lewis Hamilton is actually a billionaire industrialist with a fortune rivaling Toto's while Lewis desperately wants Nico to choose him because Nico loves him—and not his money.
Meanwhile Charles becomes entranced with the charming Spanish businessman Carlos Sainz and thinks he's found true love after Carlos invites him on a romantic getaway in Madrid. Unfortunately for Charles, he gets lost at the airport and winds up in Amsterdam where he (quite literally) runs into an Uber delivery guy, causing him to spill food everywhere.
Charles is apologetic, doing his best to help the delivery man clean up the spilt food when this strange Dutchman suddenly looks up—
And the Omega's apologies die in his throat. Sapphire eyes, intense features, full lips curved into a warm smile. He promises Charles everything is okay but guilt swells up in the Monegasque model—he doesn't want this handsome stranger to lose his job because of the Omega's clumsiness.
So Charles insists they walk back the restaurant where he'll pay for a brand new order that Max (the delivery driver's name) can then drop off. The Dutch Alpha is enchanted by Charles's kindness, his determination, and that adorable dimpled smile that's causing Max's heart to do cartwheels and backflips.
The two start chatting—Max learns Charles got on the wrong flight and Charles learns about Max's one million hobbies.
But the Dutchman never corrects Charles's assumption that he works as an Uber delivery driver.
Instead, he asks Charles on a date but the Omega apologetically declines, telling him he needs to get to Spain to see a potential boyfriend. Max instantly offers to help, but Charles is skeptical.
The Dutch Alpha reveals he has a friend who works at an aviation company who'll be happy to help since he owes Max a favor.
Max never mentions that he also owns the aviation company.
And that he is actually Max Verstappen, multimillionaire gamer and game developer who is the owner and founder of Verstappen Gaming (who also owns Team Redline and console company, Unleash the Lion Ltd). He fully intends to surprise the beautiful Omega with the news and vows that he'll win Charles over by the end of this trip.
And sweet Logan, the one who was the most reluctant to enter this plot to lure in a millionaire but his disastrous breakup with his ex-boyfriend James Vowles, he figures he may as well try something different. While Charles is jetting off to Spain and Nico is chasing after Toto Wolff (and simultaneously bickering with a British Alpha named Hamilton), Logan finds himself alone in Monaco.
He spends most of his time people watching and visiting little mom and pop cafes when he's not working and it's during one of these little trips that he meets Oscar Piastri, a quiet Australian engineer who Logan instantly connects with. Oscar is sweet, serious, and so thoughtful—he notices Logan prefers matcha over coffee, that he has a weakness for dense, rich pastries, and soon, they're strolling around little side streets and taking trips to Nice together.
When Oscar invites Logan for dinner, the Omega is blushing and smiling and instantly nodding yes. The Alpha can't quite believe someone so kind and gorgeous is actually going to go on a date with him—but Logan does.
And the date goes wonderfully—until they get interrupted by F1 driver Lando Norris halfway through. Because it turns out, Oscar's not just any engineer—he's Lando Norris's race engineer at McLaren. But that doesn't matter because Lando takes one look at Logan—
And starts hitting on him.
Oscar's insecurities take over. When Lando asks if this is a date, Oscar says no—breaking Logan's heart. The poor Omega now thinks Oscar never liked him at all so he says yes to Lando's offer of a date next week.
And soon Oscar's getting tormented by the sight of Logan showing up at the paddock, dressed in silk dresses and expensive shoes Lando bought him, and regretting his rash decision every day. Fans start cooing over the pretty blond Omega who's constantly on Lando's arm and entire fan accounts crop up, all dedicated to "Langan" (a stupid fan name in Oscar's opinion).
Logan's feeling lost and unsure, because he is fond of Lando but he...he really thought he could fall in love with Oscar.
But one phone call from Charles, who reveals he's throwing away the plan and running away with an Uber delivery driver named Max, Logan decides to say fuck it to the plan too.
He doesn't want a millionaire—he just wants Oscar.
(Even if Logan has no idea Oscar actually hails from one of the wealthiest families in all of Australia.)
Pretty Omega Charles winning his first WDC title in 2027 exactly 20 years after Kimi Raikkonen’s win for the Scuderia and Max being so overwhelmed and happy for his mate that he can’t stop singing Charles’s praises—to the point where his own press officer asks him to tone it down.
But how can Max tone it down when his adorable, talented, hardworking, and mesmerizingly gorgeous mate has finally won the championship title over the course of a blistering 24 race calendar and he did it while 5 weeks pregnant??!
Oh.
Wait.
No—that last part, um. That wasn’t supposed to be broadcast.
Cue everyone and their great aunt having meltdowns because what do you mean Charles is pregnant?? What do you mean it’s Max’s baby?? What do you mean they’re mates—?!
So...what do we think of Omega!Charles attending a masquerade ball, meeting Alpha!Max, flirting/dancing with him, and then spending the night with him? Like Charles gets dicked down so good he blacks out and wakes up all boneless and sore and searching for the Alpha with the sapphire eyes, raspy voice, and inability to stop yapping even when he was balls deep inside of Charles?
Our poor Omega doesn't even know his name or what he looks like behind his mask (they spent all night fucking with their masks on because it was hot as hell). He's whining and complaining and unable to think or sleep without the Alpha (and every time Charles tries to touch himself it just leads to frustration and tears because he can't ever make his orgasms feel as good as his mysterious Alpha did that one night 😭). So after spending days pouting and grouchy, Joris (who's kind of fed up) goes:
"Why don't you figure out who the Alphas at the ball were and sleep with each of them until you find your Prince Charming with the magic dick?"
And....
You know what? That's the best idea Charles has ever heard.
(Even though in this scenario Charles would be Princess Charming searching for his Cinderfella with the magic dick.)
And so begins #Charem where Charles sleeps with every single Alpha who attended the masquerade ball in an effort to find his true mate and secure his happily ever after that will be filled with orgasms, mating bites, and a blissed out Charles ☺️
