all about max and charles

Charles’ win in Silverstone got me (naturally) thinking about Lestappen (the podium we got robbed 💔💔), specifically Omega x Omega Lestappen.

Idk if you’ve ever written an AU with them before, but I picture: Omega!Max who was essentially pressured into becoming Alpha-like by Jos ever since he was a child. Jos was sure his son would be an Alpha because Omegas are weak and pathetic in his eyes, housewives who only exist to satisfy their Alpha’s needs. And then… Max presents. A cruel joke from fate.

Jos is furious. He lashes out at Sophie and forces suppressants onto Max since he was a child. Max, at such an impresionable age, internalizes all of these beliefs and starts hating the Omega parts of himself (a little like Unconventional Omega!Charles).

Charles, on the other hand, had a great support system, and a father who, although he reminded Charles to be careful around some of the boys and taught him to defend himself, never forced Charles to hide. So now that he is an adult, Charles is completely comfortable in his gender, disproving all of the people that said “omegas couldn’t make it into motorsports.”

And, well, he might have also developed feelings for a certain “Alpha” Dutchman, who he has been dropping hints for over a year now. He knows Omegas don’t need a mate to be complete, but Max isn’t a need, he’s a want. He thought Max felt the same! So why does he refuse to scent Charles? Or go into the Omega’s nest when they are alone in Charles’ apartment?

Meanwhile Max is panicking because (1) he feels the same and it adds another layer of self doubt (omega-omega or alpha-alpha relationships are extremely taboo) and (2) he has been desperately trying to hide his designation since he was TWELVE. There is no way Charles would still felt the same if he found out Max’s secret.

(Another long one, I’m so sorry!! This idea wouldn’t get out of my head once it entered)

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Hi 🐞 Anon!

Ohhh it's been a while (a year I think 😅) but there are a few Omega x Omega Lestappen drabbles posted! It's a little angsty, a lot fluffy, and just features Max showing Charles that it's okay to love another Omega and helping our Monegasque bby boy come out of his shell 🥹

→ Omega x Omega AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

But this AU?? It's soooo precious 😩😍 just a deeply insecure Max with severe self-hatred because being an Omega has always been the greatest impediment of his life:

Not only did it "ruin" his relationship with his father (Max is convinced Jos would have loved him if he'd presented as an Alpha), but now...now it's going to ruin everything with Charlie. His Charlie.

Luminous, passionate, sharp-tongued, ambitious and...the sunshine of Max's life.

The amount of nights he's laid away at night, praying, hoping, wishing on fallen stars that he might wake up an Alpha so he could officially court Charles.

If he were an Alpha, he wouldn't have to stuff himself full of suppressants until he physically couldn't anymore and spent 5-7 days suffering the most brutal heat known to man because Max couldn't risk anyone seeing him like that.

He couldn't risk his career, everything he and his dad worked for, Max couldn't just throw it all away.

Especially now, when his friendship with Charles is blooming and the Monegasque Omega no longer scowls at him or pretends like Max doesn't exist. Instead, Max suffers exquisite agony as Charles eagerly approaches him with a lunchbox in hand, asking if Max would like to eat with him because he's packed too much food and the Alpha is looking much too thin these days 🥺

"Please Maxie? Let me take care of you?" Charles asks with a tilt of his head and those irresistible doe green eyes.

Max says yes before his brain can even register what's going on.

Now, instead of reviewing telemetry or sitting in on meetings with Pierre Waché, Ben Waterhouse, and Andrea Landi, he's sitting in Charles's trailer, the Omega on his lap, feeding Max bites of fettuccine with creamy chicken ragù and basil. The lovely Omega is giggling as he wipes away a bit of sauce from the corner of Max's mouth, playfully asking if "his Maxie" always eats "like a caveman."

The only thing running through Max's mind is I'd like to eat you out all day every day but he can't say that because he's been sweating bullets all afternoon.

And if he makes one wrong move, his scent patch will come sliding off.

And Charles will be greeted by Max's natural scent. His natural, sweet Omega scent of vanilla bourbon, creamy chocolate, and decadent espresso.

Max wants to laugh at how he basically smells like walking tiramisu, as if his own body has decided that if he must smell like an Omega, then he'll smell like his Charlie's favorite dessert.

His heart is beating so fast Max thinks he might go into cardiac arrest when Charles leans in close, asking if Max's eyes have always been this blue...?

And Max tries to stand up, he tries to say he has a meeting with...someone...but his body feels heavy and slow, his limbs refusing to cooperate. It shouldn't happen—this shouldn't be possible because Omega-Omega relationships are taboo and wrong and unnatural. His dad said so, everyone said so.

His body shouldn't be reacting like this—it's not biologically feasible.

It's his clumsy, uncoordinated movements that result in him knocking off his own scent patch—

And like a dam bursting open, Max's rich, sweet scent fills the trailer so suddenly that it leaves both of them breathless.

Humiliation, panic, and blinding fear freezes Max in place as he sees his future (his heart, his life, his dream) shatter in front of his eyes.

But Charles?

Charles doesn't see any of that.

Instead, he smells vanilla and coffee and the yummiest chocolate scent in the world.

He smells a tiramisu so decadent and rich that it causes a gush of slick to soak through his panties and stain his skin tight white jeans.

Charles doesn't even hesitate before he throws his arms around Max's neck, snuggling against his Omega's broad chest with a happy purr. "My Maxie." He clings onto him. "Smells so good and perfect and all mine."

"Charlie..." Max's vocal cords are shot to hell—he can barely articulate words in his native tongue, let alone English. "Charlie—stop, you...I mean, I need to go and you—listen, this is...I mean—I...please. Please don't hate me. And please don't tell anyone."

The sudden, intense fright in Max's voice—one that causes him to cower away even as one hand tentatively rests on Charles's lower back—tells the Omega everything he needs to know.

He lifts his head up, the happy joy vanishing from his body.

"You hid this." He says quietly. Neither of them need to elaborate on what "this" refers to.

"I did. So I could race in F1." Max's head is bent, face red with humiliation. "I lied to you. To everyone."

"You did what you had to do." Charles doesn't defend Max's decision but he understands it—god, does he understand it. "And I will never hate you or begrudge you for that, Max."

"I'm not an Alpha." He can barely force the words past his lips but...

Charles deserves to know.

He deserves to slap Max and call him names and throw him out of his trailer.

Worthless.

Useless.

If I'd been an Alpha, then I could have had a chance with you.

But instead of feeling Charles's hand shoving him away, Max feels a soft warmth press against the center of his chest.

He opens his eyes—

To see Charles pressing the softest, sweetest kiss—right above his heart.

"I know." The Ferrari driver murmurs, lips brushing against the fabric of his shirt. "I don't mind."

"But—"

"Do you like me, Max?"

"I do." He replies instinctively—naturally—because liking Charles was never the problem. "I just don't...are we friends?"

Charles blinks up at him, looking very much like a startled kitten. "Yes." He finally says after a pause.

Max nods.

He thought so.

He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up.

Charles is kind. While he may not throw Max out of his trailer, he'd never...never date him either.

Why would he?

When Max can't love him the way an Omega should be loved.

Not when Max is the wrong designation.

Meanwhile, Charles:

He's holding back tears and hurt and heartbreak because Max clearly doesn't want anything romantic with Charles.

He's just someone who's uncomfortable with revealing his true designation and thought of Charles as a friend.

Max was likely getting so annoyed with how Charles was always flirting with him, clinging onto his arm, and acting like a pest.

The Monegasque Omega wants to slink away and cry in his nest but Max looks so shaken up after revealing his true designation that Charles manages to push aside his own pain to focus on Max.

To take care of Max.

Even if the other Omega never wants Charles, at least he can be there for Max as a friend.

maybe they're at university together, and they share a couple of classes where they are easily the top two students. and sure they're competitive about their grades but nico really admires how clever and determined the handsome alpha who maintains an academic scholarship and works long shifts in the campus café to pay his way is, while lewis has a soft spot for the pretty omega who takes the neatest notes and is always polite to him even though he's clearly rich and the other rich kids never bother to say please or thank you. nico goes to study in the café every day just so he can talk to lewis for two minutes, and lewis always gives him a free slice of cake with his coffee in an adorable replica of an alpha giving courting gifts to his chosen omega.

eventually, they begin dating, and everything is perfect. except for the fact that nico's overprotective father has a full security detail of extremely dangerous guards following him everywhere. lewis is so sweet that nico is convinced he would hate him if he knew what nico's family did for work, and so he's desperate to conceal his mafia connections. there's a lot of ducking into alleyways to avoid his guards and some very obvious attempts to distract lewis while he insists his security detail give him space, as well as surreptitious phone calls to his father who never stops worrying about him.

meanwhile, lewis quickly becomes suspicious of nico's behaviour. at first he assumes that nico avoids talking about his family even though he clearly loves them because he's ashamed of lewis and doesn't want his rich parents to know that he's dating a poor black alpha, but then he notices the sketchy looking guys always following nico, and he begins to worry that nico has some kind of stalker, maybe even a dangerous ex that lewis needs to protect him from.

and while all of this is happening nico's security detail would really like him to stop trying to ditch them because when he does they're the ones who get yelled at by protective mafia papa keke

Hi Anon ⛓💶🧳🔫

Mafia princess Nico Rosberg falling head over heels for the sincere, doting, and very trusting Alpha who treats Nico like he's an angel when in reality, our princess has been trained by Keke's best men and can easily take down half a dozen mobsters twice his size??

Inject this into my veins because I adore this, Anon!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Ohhh my god, just the mental image of Nico in his soft cashmere sweater, mini skirt, thigh high stockings, and cute platform heels walking into the cozy little coffee shop Lewis works at (imagine it's autumn, everything's golden, red brick buildings, quiet roads, leaves on the ground). His heart's thumping in his chest which makes no sense because Nico's pulse never gets above 75 bmp—even when he's cheerfully punching an enemy solider in the throat.

But when he sees Lewis? When he sees the handsome engineering student with his soft brown eyes, cafe apron, and a smile just for Nico? Oh our pampered mafia princess just melts. He loves when Lewis's face brightens and he impatiently rings up the next customer but as soon as they leave, his smile is back and he asks about Nico's day.

About his latest exam or if the purchase he was waiting for arrived or how his family's doing and oh, are those new earrings?

Because of course Lewis remembers everything Nico tells him.

Of course he notices every tiny change and detail about Nico, from the color of his new manicure to the little bruise he has on his forearm. Nico tells him he was a little clumsy and dropped something heavy there last week.

Lewis does not know the "something heavy" was a ten million euro painting that Nico was...repossessing for his papa.

"Does it still hurt? I mean, I'm sure it doesn't but if it does there's a med kit in the break room and I could um..." Lewis trails off, suddenly looking a little embarrassed.

But Nico—oh Nico is so head over heels, he's so utterly and completely charmed.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." He replies, not even caring that his voice sounds far too breathy and sweet for a seemingly "casual" conversation. "But maybe you could kiss it better?" He asks innocently.

Nico loves the way Lewis's head snaps up, the usually smooth and put together barista/student gaping at Nico with wide eyes and an expression that's so hopeful it makes the Omega giggle as excitement rushes through his veins.

"Are you...I mean, you're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He teases playfully.

"You're...Nico, I've only known you for five weeks but I think you're the most amazing, capable, brilliant and beautiful Omega I've ever seen. I think you could become the future Princess of Monaco." The Alpha is painfully sincere as he wears his heart on his sleeve. "I was...going to ask you out. With this."

Lewis ducks under the counter for a moment before standing up again, holding a medium sized container in his hand.

He opens it and Nico sees it, his favorite dessert in the whole world. The dessert he misses because no one can get it quite right and Nico has to wait until their next break to fly back to Germany and enjoy it.

Bienenstich—or "Bee Sting Cake" that's made with a brioche-like cake, rich vanilla cream, and topped with caramelized almonds and honey. It's sweet and pretty and decadent as can be.

Just like Nico.

"You made this for me, Lewis?" His bottom lip wobbles.

His beautiful Alpha looks embarrassed but he doesn't turn away. Instead, he places the container on the countertop and takes a deep breath, as if gathering his courage for something.

"Nico...I know this is a reach. Probably delusional that's fueling me—or lack of sleep." He lets out a rueful chuckle. "But would you...go on a date with me? Anytime you're free. I just...I like you, Nico. I like you so, so much."

The confession (declaration?) is simple, straightforward, and the most beautiful thing Nico has ever heard.

Our Omega princess has been searching for this feeling his whole life. The same kind of feeling his parents are bursting with, the kind of love that can never be bought—only freely given.

"Lewis...mein schatz, how could you ever think I would say anything except yes?" He blinks up at him, those teal-blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears before Lewis literally vaults over the countertop and is inches away from pulling Nico into the fiercest hug—

When he stops.

Nico frowns.

"Sorry, I should have asked—can I...?" Lewis trails off.

"You silly Alpha—yes! Now hug me and cuddle me like I've been hoping you would for the last five weeks!" He almost calls Lewis by his full name but figures he shouldn't scare the Alpha with how much he knows.

(Yes, Nico ran a full background check on Lewis—it was only done to confirm the Alpha was single but then Nico got nosy...and the more he read about Lewis the more his feelings for the Alpha bloomed. It was a snowball effect, a runaway train, and before Nico even realized it, he was visiting this coffee shop every chance he got, even on days when he had no time to spare.)

And when Lewis kisses Nico (because the Omega pouts up at him so prettily that no one—not even sweet, considerate Lewis—can resist), Nico swears this is sweeter than any Bienenstich and better than every single mission he's ever completed.

He's found him—

His Alpha.

His Lewis.

⛓⛓⛓ ♥️♥️♥️ ⛓⛓⛓

And in no time at all, Lewis is moving into Nico's lavish Manhattan penthouse on West 57th Street because Nico insists his boyfriend can't live so far away! Nico wants late night snuggle and early morning kisses and Lewis's famous soufflé pancakes he mentioned two weeks ago!

They walk down Fifth Avenue hand in hand while Nico buys his boyfriend a brand new wardrobe. All of Lewis's protests melt away when Nico tells him that he just wants to spoil and take care of his Alpha...the same way Lewis spoils and takes care of him 🥺

When his adorable boyfriend says that Nico deserves the world and one day, Lewis will prove himself worthy and buy his Omega the most beautiful things in the world? Nico is fighting back tears because Lewis has already given him the most beautiful thing in the world 😭

They renovate the kitchen, buy furniture (because Nico's penthouse is suspiciously bare), and have all their photos framed and mounted on the walls.

Lewis asks Nico if he has any family photos he'd like to hang up. He knows how much the Omega adores his mama and papa and there's plenty of space to add more frames to the wall.

And that's when Nico...panics.

Because how do you explain to your sweet, loving civilian boyfriend that your family runs one of the most feared crime syndicates in all of Western Europe and that Nico isn't just studying political science, economics, business administration, and law for the hell of it...

He's studying because in the near future, Nico will become head of the Rosberg Crime Dynasty and he, um, he still needs some time to get Lewis acclimated to the fact that his princess is a real life mafia heiress.

Nico initially planned to tell Lewis after he moved in but his boyfriend is just so precious. He's sunshine and joy and the best part of Nico's life. He can't sully that—he can't risk Lewis hating him or recoiling away from his touch or...or not wanting Nico anymore 😭🥺💔

He just needs a little more time to make Lewis fall head over heels in love and then, Nico vows, he'll tell him the truth.

...Except Nico has no idea Lewis is already so downbad he'd follow Nico to the ends of the earth and down to Tartarus as well 😭

Meanwhile, Keke and Sina:

"Why won't this boy make himself known!" Keke thunders, puffing aggressively on his cigar as his tall, elegant wife puts away an antique book in their enormous library. "For shame! An Alpha who doesn't come calling to ask for permission to court our princess."

"Oh hasi, do you really think that poor boy is the one holding the reins in that courtship?" She tucks the book back into place and walks over to her husband, who's still sitting and fuming behind his enormous rosewood desk. "From everything we've seen, Lewis Hamilton adores our baby so much he'd crawl over broken glass for him."

"As he should!" Keke's voice echoes through the cavernous library as he pounds one large fist on his writing desk. "The boy should be grateful our Nico even agreed to see him in the first place!"

"Well, Nico did make it rather difficult for Lewis not to see him...considering he tracked that poor boy everywhere around campus."

"And another thing! Where are the courtship gifts? The diamonds? The clothes? The—"

"Keke, my love, Nico can buy all those things himself. He doesn't want empty presents." He leans against his desk, arms crossed as she smiles at her mate. "Every Alpha who's come here on bended knee with a Rolls Royce of gifts has been turned away without a second thought."

"They needed to be." Keke tries to argue. "None of them were good enough for our princess—"

"Exactly. So why don't you give Nico's choice of Alpha a chance, hm?"

Keke considers this, puffing away on his cigar. "The boy's a civilian."

"He is." Sina replies fluidly, reacing out one hand to fix her husband's bow tie. "He is a civilian with a clever mind and a bright future. An asset to the organization in the future—and someone who will love Nico until his last breath." Her smooth voice does not change in volume but the weight of her words could move mountains.

Keke concedes. "He will."

She smiles. "You stubborn old dog." She easily slots herself on his lap, playfully tapping the bridge of his nose. "Making your own life harder."

"Ah, but I have an angel of wisdom by my side don't I, lieblingsmensch?"

Sina laughs, clear as a bell.

I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your fics ❤️

Hi @bnwmochi ♥️

Ohhh thank you so much 🥹 I always love writing these little drabbles & snippets and it makes me so happy when I see others enjoying these slightly unhinged ramblings too 🙈🤗

And if I haven’t chatted with you before—welcome to the blog and this chaotic little corner of the internet! 💖

More rambling and posts to come! 💕

x,

hope you‘re having a good summer :)

(resubmitting this because I still can‘t stop thinking about the trophy omega!au 🏆anon came up with - sorry it got so long)

It is set in 2023 which we all know was Max season. Yet even then he didn‘t win all the races. As our precious lestappen pointed out this year: „anything can happen and it usually does“

So here are my thoughts:

Max didn‘t win 3 races (Jeddah, Baku and Singapore) and Imola was cancelled. But what if it wasn‘t and he didn‘t win that either? A driver of your choice won it. So we have this situation where Max already got Charles to revert back to his usual self with either also winning Jeddah and/or Baku or having talked to Checo and Checo just listening to what Max told him because he really doesn‘t care for the whole trophy omega thing since he has his omega and kids at home and knowing RB if it comes down to it they will tell him to let Max take the win for the wdc anyway. But now we‘re at Imola and surprisingly enough neither RBR driver won. But someone else. Someone quite traditional. Who thinks Omegas should not really be seen or heard but are good fucks and good for looking pretty when displayed and generally just really traditional.

Max tries talking to the them but they don‘t listen. They want Charles. But imagine their surprise when they enter the winners suit and instead of finding a docile little omega like they expected they get this omega who acts like a menace and who doesn‘t just surrender and bow. And how can that be? So afterwards they file a complaint with the FIA and when the next race break rolls around Charles gets disciplined and then the stuff in the second part you wrote happens.

And when Max goes to war against the FIA regarding them hurting his precious Charlie, his omega, he finds that tidbit of information and while he can‘t risk shunting whoever into the wall as long as Charles is not securely his, all bets are off as soon as that isn‘t a problem anymore.

Or it actually could be Carlos at the Singapore GP. He won and he always wanted to have a beautiful docile omega. Also he really doesn’t like Max and how he has won pretty much every race this season. So he doesn’t give a flying fuck about what Max wants to tell him about the omega who awaits him and actually he thinks Max should just shut the fuck up and get lost. So now he is met with Charles. Charles who has been brought out of his shell and training by Max for basically half a year by then. So he is the exact opposite of what Carlos expected and wanted. As soon as possible afterwards he complains to the FIA. The FIA listens and decides to punish Charles. But in order to do so properly they need to wait until the next race break. Which just happens to be after Suzuka. Suzuka where Max won and held Charles through the night as Charles cried about Jules and how Charles wanted to race and win for Jules right there in Suzuka. So that would line your second piece up with Max winning the championship. Imagine the fury: Max fresh from winning the WDC and that‘s when your second piece is happening. Afterwards Max doesn‘t care anymore. He won the wdc and Charles is rightfully his. He will hunt the fia down. He will hunt Carlos down. Nothing will change the outcome of the season anymore. And then our favourite Alpha goes to war.

Love your drabbles 😍

Hi @snufflet ♥️

Trophy Omega AU: Part 1, Part 2

Timeline: 2023

I'm so sorry for how long it's taken me to answer this ask!! 😭

But this prompt @snufflet?? Ohhh did you deliver! 🙌🥲🐂 This aligns so perfectly with the 2023 season where Max won every single race and the ones he didn't win were won by Checo.....who has zero interest in sleeping with a Trophy Omega since he's happily married and just wants to go home to his wife.

But Singapore.....Singapore is where everything changes and Mad Max claws his way to the surface with a fire and fury the F1 paddock has not seen in years. Because anyone who dares to hurt his Charlie—whether that be an aggressive fan, another F1 driver, or the goddamn FIA itself—they will face the wrath of the Red Bull champion.

Because every tear Charles cries, every desperate plea he utters—that is a mark of vengeance Max will exact.

♥️🏆💙 ♥️🏆💙 ♥️🏆💙

And then there's Charles.

Our Trophy Omega who has been so carefully loved and cared for by Max that he is no longer the broken, docile, empty-eyed Omega who obeyed his captors and did as he was told. It's been seven months since Max stormed into his life and told Charles to slap him, curse him, or scream at him—but he should never, ever get down on his knees for Max.

Not unless he wants to.

Because Max doesn't want obedience. He wants the bright-eyed, passionate, vivacious Omega karter who angrily shoved Max to the side after losing a race and told him, point blank, that "you were good for this one race, but I will win again next week."

Before flouncing off with a pout and a flip of his hair.

When Charles began to realize that Max would rather have Charles scratch, claw, and bite at him then meekly whimper out "yes, Alpha" and "no, Alpha", he slowly began to regain the confidence that had been beaten down by the FIA and all its scheming executives.

For the last seven months, Charles Leclerc has been Max Verstappen's doted and pampered Omega who no longer slept with anyone except Max. Charles's sterile cell back at the FIA headquarters was a distant memory because Max managed renegotiate terms after he won race after race after race.

Charles was whisked away to his Alpha's penthouse where, for the first time in years, he got to do exactly as he pleased without asking for permission or fearing rebuke and punishment. He got to cuddle with his Alpha for as long as he wanted, he was fed bites of sweet mango while he cuddled on the couch with Jimmy and Sassy, he could spend lazy summer days aboard the Unleash the Lion, he could sim race Max until one of them got frustrated and grabbed the other for kisses and.....something a little dirtier than just kisses 🤭

In the span of seven months, Charles began to remember who he was before the contract he signed stole his life away.

And somehow, the FIA thinks that he'll revert back to that simpering, docile Omega he was before Max?

Before he met his Alpha and was showered with devotion, care, and the kind of love that made Charles remember just how strong and beautiful he actually was?

There was no way, absolutely no way, he was going to lay on his back and let anyone have their way with him.

So when Carlos strolls into the penthouse suite expecting to see pretty little Charles Leclerc kneeling on the enormous California King bed in nothing but a skimpy bra and panties, he's in the for the surprise of a lifetime.

Because Charles is standing by the foot of the bed, wrapped up in an ugly oversized bathrobe that is blue and slightly faded and smells disgusting.

Like the scent of another Alpha.

"What in god's name are you wearing?" Carlos snaps. He knows there are a million other questions he needs to address first but this—this atrocity needs to be burned and buried right here and now.

He expects the Omega to fall to his knees and apologize, to tell him there was a mix-up. That he can make Alpha feel better, that he can be so, so good for Alpha.

Instead, the green-eyed brat crosses his arms and lift his chin. "This is my Max's bathrobe. I chose this." He looks Carlos directly in the eye. "And I will not be taking it off."

Carlos scoffs. "What kind of game are you playing at Omega?"

"Don't call me that. My name is Charles." The Omega snaps back icily.

Like he had any right to.

Carlos stares at him for a moment before taking one step closer.

Charles does not flinch.

"Get down on your knees."

The brunet's eyes shine with defiance. "No."

"Kneel. Now."

"The only time I will ever kneel is if I want to. Not because I was ordered to. And the only Alpha I will ever kneel for is my Max. Because he would never command me to."

"So Verstappen's the one who's spoiled you rotten?" Carlos muses, slightly surprised that the Dutch driver has indulged this deficient Omega to such a degree. "Has that race-obssessed virgin never slept with another Omega?" He tilts his head. "Or have you somehow convinced him that your cunt is worth all this trouble?"

"I'm not inclined to talk about my personal life with you." He smiles at Carlos, sickly sweet. "So you can take the spare bedroom and we'll spend this night in solitude."

Carlos barks out a laugh. "You really think you can get away with this? With defying me? Defying the FIA?"

"We'll see, won't we?" Charles refuses to allow the fear to take hold. He's not fighting alone anymore—he has Max.

And Max has claimed Charles as his.

Right as Charles is about to order Carlos to get out of the bedroom, the Alpha tries to grab his shoulder—

But the Omega is quicker.

He picks up the nearest candlestick holder and slams the shining bronze artifact on Carlos's wrist.

Hard.

The Alpha lets out a low, pained growl as he jerks back, one hand cradling his injured wrist. "Why you little—"

"Touch me again and I'll stab this candlestick holder through your eye." Charles snarls, looking less like an Omega and more like a furious, enraged Alpha.

The sight alone turns Carlos off—the ugly bathrobe, the cold mannerism, the bratty behavior.

It all disgusts him.

"You know," he hisses, wrist throbbing in pain, "you'll get the punishment of a lifetime once I relay all this to the FIA."

"Go ahead." The brat snaps. "I'm not afraid."

"Why? Because Verstappen's fucked you a few times?"

"No. Because I am not an object to be owned and if the FIA tries, I'll go to every news and media outlet in the world and tell them everything."

"No one will believe you."

"Maybe not." Charles clutches at the bronze candlestick holder. "But they'll believe a 2-time F1 world champion."

"Ha!" Carlos throws his head back and laughs. "You really think Verstappen is going to protect you? That he's going to risk his career for an Omega whore?"

"I am not a whore." He repeats the word his Maxie had whispered against his throat night after night, cradling Charles close like he was something rare and precious. "And Max will. I know he will. He loves me and I love him. And no one is going to keep us apart for any longer."

Carlos actually rolls his eyes at the declaration. "You're delusional." He shakes his head. "A pretty, delusional Omega. What a waste."

"If I'm such a waste then you'll turn around and get the fuck out."

"And you're a vulgar thing too." Carlos's lip curls in disgust. "Why Verstappen would even entertain you for as long as he has is a mystery. Enjoy your last moments of freedom." He picks his helmet back up. "Because once the FIA learns this, you'll be kept in a padded cell for the rest of your life."

Charles exhales, slow and careful once he hears the front door click shut.

He knows the FIA will hurt him for this act of defiance.

They'll punish him and beat him and...likely worse.

But for the first time in what feels like forever, Charles holds his head high and refuses to cower.

He is loved, he is protected, and he knows his Max will fight the FIA for him.

He'll fight—and he will win.

let's imagine that for some reason charles and max get into a stupid fight. it's nothing serious, maybe max had to cancel their wednesday afternoon coffee date because he had an urgent last minute meeting (and he thoroughly made up for it later too) but charles is a spoiled diva so he pouts and frowns and refuses to "talk" to max which means he refers to max in the third person around the house when he wants to talk to him.

it's all in jest they both know this and later that night lily is playing with her toys on the living room rug, max is sitting with her and charles is on the couch when max picks lily up and into his lap and says, "lily, it seems your cha is very very upset with your papa and refuses to talk to him. what should papa do?"

lily of course has been noticing. she has noticed that papa and cha haven't been cuddling as much today which is a very significant change.

charles scoffs at max's statement and says, "well lily you can tell your papa that if he can't make time for a cup of coffee during the day then maybe i should leave and come back when he has time."

so then lily turns to her papa and says, "papa, if cha leaves then i will go with him."

there's 5 whole seconds of silence after that declaration. and then, charles bursts out laughing while max looks at his daughter with a frankly surprised look on his face. sure, they both knew how much the girl adores charles but this much????

cue a sad and pouty alpha moaning about how his little girl doesn't love him anymore and lily hugging her papa and reassuring him that "no papa i do love you it's just that—it's...um...cha help meeeeee." and once charles has stopped laughing he also joins the cuddle pile on the floor and joins lily in pressing kisses all over max's face while reassuring him that both of them love him very much

Hi Anon 🙊

Model Behavior AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Itty bitty Lily Verstappen trying to tell her papa that the best way to keep Cha forever is if papa gets down on one knee and proposes! Like in the movies! But it comes out all wrong and she's a little embarrassed because she loves her papa with all her heart but she also loves her Cha too! So why can't she love them together? Like a mommy and daddy?

Lily pouting and looking utterly adorable with those big blue eyes, ruddy cheeks, and chubby hands that press against her papa's stubbly jaw. The three of them are all cuddled together on the floor, Cha wrapped around papa's side while Lily lays on top of them.

She already has one hand pressed against papa's cheek.

So she reaches out her other hand and pats Cha's cheek, trying to see where he hides his dimples.

With a determined little frown, she huffs and says: "Papa and Cha need to stay together."

Charles giggles and Lily excitedly watches as the dimples appear on either side of his face. She squeals excitedly and reaches for Cha's dimple, laughing when Cha presses kisses against the palm of her tiny hand.

All the while Max is watching, heart so full of love for his Omega and their precious baby girl that he knows he can't wait any longer. He and Charles have been playing the game for far too long, toying with one another while his sweet boy pretends to go home to that useless "boyfriend" of his.

Max knows Charles doesn't go home to the other Alpha. He knows that Charles returns to an empty penthouse or sometimes goes to the office to review the daily reports of his highly anticipated skin and hair care brand.

A brand Charles has just revealed the name of:

Lys-Perceval

Named after his little Lily-flower and Charles's own middle name.

Once Max heard this, he knew it was only a matter of time before Charles Leclerc became Charles Verstappen.

"Stay for dinner with us, Charlie." Max rumbles, leaning over to brush a wayward lock of hair from the Omega's forehead.

Big doe eyes blink up at him. "But..." He hesitates.

Max knows why.

Tonight is his anniversary with the "boyfriend."

A streak of dark, filthy possessiveness cuts through Max.

He's done playing nice.

"We insist." He turns to his baby girl. "Don't we, Lily?"

"Yes, Cha! Dinner! Stay with us for dinner!" She claps happily. "We can play princess and pick flowers and read Cendrillon!" Two pairs of sapphire blue eyes glance hopefully at Charles. "Stay, Cha?"

Max watches his pretty boy fold in real time as the Omega sits up to cuddle Lily and promise to stay.

The Alpha easily sweeps the two of them into his arms, cradling Charles against his chest. "There now," he murmurs, "was that so hard?"

"You don't play fair." Charles presses his mouth against Max's neck to muffle the words. "Cheater."

"That's what you are, love." He chuckles.

"Maybe you should make an honest Omega out of me." He feels his Omega's sharp teeth nip at his jugular.

His hand tightens around Charles's waist, thick fingers digging into the soft tanned skin, half exposed by the young model's petal pink crop top. Prada, of course.

Little Lily, who'd been playing with Charles's gold and pearl necklace, suddenly peeks up at her papa and Cha with a curious expression. Her tiny fists closes around one of the shiny pearls and she tugs.

Cha immediately turns to her. "What's wrong, ma fée?" He coos, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Lily's head.

She doesn't let go of the necklace. "Cha...can I have a necklace like this too?"

Max laughs.

His princess could never resist anything shiny or sparkly.

Charles laughs too as he takes in Lily's mesmerized expression. "You'll have to ask your papa, won't you? Since he bought me this necklace?"

"No, papa!" Lily suddenly wails, startling both Max and Charles. "You can't buy Cha necklaces!" She despairs. "Weddings only happen with rings!"

Lily then glares up at her father. Even with her round cheeks and angelic features, she is still a Verstappen.

And Max recognizes his own disgruntled expression reflected up at him as Lily pouts and whines and finally, face plants into Charles's chest with a disappointed oomph!

Well, the Alpha decides, as he watches Charles soothe their daughter, that settles it.

The cuck has got to go—and an announcement needs to be made.

Hi loves! I've decided to compile the Unconventional Omega Charles prompts into a single fic on AO3 for easier viewing 🤗

All future updates will be made concurrently on Tumblr and AO3 so please feel free to take a peek (or re-read 🙊) and enjoy!

x,

Nina

(resending because my previous reqs may have been eaten by the asks box ..)

first time sending an ask, little nervous lol

i have been following you for a while though so i’m pretty sure i know how this works

anyways

have you ever written bugcedes? (which is fred vesti x george russell, also goes by russellvesti) there’s not a lot about them right now which is a tragedy since they’re adorable and all i can think of.

walk with me here okay?

they’re both alphas, but just being around george affects fred in unusual ways. his hips are getting wider, his chest bigger, his skin softer— and not the mention how one morning, he woke up and his cock was gone, replaced by slick folds. hes transitioning into an omega from george’s presence alone.

surely not, right? it was impossible. he just wouldn’t believe it. he only accepts it when he’s going into his first heat & it hurts so much and all he can think of is george😞 so naturally, he calls george sobbing and whining and rutting against a pillow. and what kind of person would george be if he didn’t drop everything for fred?

(also could i possibly like “claim” the 🧫 emoji? if it’s already taken, could i have the 🫯? simply because i’ve never seen it in my life and it looks funny)

Hi 🧫 Anon! (The 🧫 is yours if you still want it!)

This is an absolutely smoldering AU that's 🔥🥵😮‍💨

Unfortunately I'm not at all familiar with Bugcedes? 😭 Frederik Vesti is absolutely gorgeous and together he and George look like a couple of Greek gods (or tragic Greek heros?) especially with the way Fred's looking at George here 😭

Fred honestly just looks like he's not-so-subtly admiring George in every photo of them together, like 🥺☺️😳

Please point me to some TikTok edits of these two so I can marinate in the pairing and draw some inspo! I feel like there's soooo many ships I'm just not aware of but would love to see/explore!

CHARLES WON!!!!!

OUR PRINCIPESSA DID IT

FORZA CHARLESSS❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Anon!!! ♥️🏆🇲🇨🆑

I am a day late but yes!!! P1 in Silverstone babyyyyyy

And not only that, but a race where Charles took control at Turn 1 and refused to let go of that lead?? That's my principessa!!! 😘

Celebratory Unconventional Omega Charles update here where Max showers his race winner with love and praise because Charles winning was the only thing that salvaged the entire Grand Pix weekend 🙌

And not only that...but Charles securing Ferrari's 250th Grand Prix win? There is some poetry there, hm?

A million congratulations to Il Predestinato, you've done Maranello proud 🏎🥹♥️

Can you imagine how this would all play out in the unconventional omega Charles AU? After his string of bad races the media slander was absolutely HORRID, claiming this is why omegas shouldn’t be in f1 and Ferrari made a mistake and should just drop him already, only for Charles to work his ass off with late night sim sessions and data analysis and adjust the car to his driving style because he *knows* he’s a damn good driver. And for it to pay off in such a spectacular way, like Charles really said “I found a fix now watch me cook,” and boy did we eat good 😌

After the podium though Charles is of course delighted but also a little bit hesitant to go see Max, Max who lost his podium in the final few laps when he was so so close, Charles knows how heartbreaking it is, so he’s fully ready to dampen his excitement and be a good boyfriend, but Max is having absolutely none of that. Charles doesn’t even have time to close the hotel door behind him or he’s being lifted into the air, endless praise spilling from his boyfriends mouth. He tries to say that he’s sorry for Max’s race but he just couldnt care less because his beautiful resiliant mind blowing omega just showed everyone exactly where to shove their slander and hatred and seeing Charles do well and drive so beautifully is simply the hottest thing in the world to the besotted alpha.

Hi Anons ♥️😘🏎

Unconventional Omega Charles AU: Prologue, Prologue II, Prologue III, Part 1, Part 2, First Nest, First Time, Purr for Me, First Purr, First Heat, Lion Unleashed, Omega Victory, Dallas Cowboys, Backless Tops, Party Kisses, Princess Treatment, My Champion (Always), Omega in Shining Armor

Forza Ferrari!! Forza Charles!! ♥️🆑🇲🇨🥂

Charles, triumphant after passing Kimi Antonelli, controlling the race from the start and giving Ferrari its 250th Grand Prix victory. This is how an Omega driver silences his critics and proves to the world that his designation is irrelevant when it comes to performance.

His drive speaks for itself.

And then there's the cheers—the screams from the Tifosi, from Bryan, from Garage #16 who've all stood loyally by Charles's side even as tensions at Maranello rose. Fred coming online to congratulate him, the rapturous applause from the fans in the audience...

Charles climbs atop his Ferrari and stands there, taking it all in, because it was worth it. The late night data review with Max's head on his lap. The intense simulator sessions at Maranello while Max waited at their villa, preparing dinner and telling Charles to take as long as he needed. The endless meetings on Zoom that had Charles so frustrated and angry he would up stomping to his Alpha's office and burying his face in Max's chest.

Max.

His Max, who could have joined him on the podium today were it not for a rear wing failure that his Alpha had repeatedly highlighted to Red Bull again and again...

His wonderful, talented, beautiful Max whose race was ruined so close to the finish line.

Charles's heart feels light and heavy at the same time—he's done it, he's won his first race since 2024 but the person he loves the most, his partner and his Alpha, had spun into the gravel at lap 48.

He can't celebrate fully and completely knowing that Max is there, heartbroken over a failure that wasn't his fault, and struggling to lead a team that is playing catch up with the regulations.

They'll celebrate in a few days, Charles decides as he climbs down from his car. After the sting is gone and the emotions are clear, Charles and Max will fly to their favorite nightclub in Barcelona and spend the weekend partying and dancing and being with each other. They'll bring their closest friends and family and make a little party out of it. And then, Charles smiles to himself, he'll surprise his Maxie with a little encore performance in bed 🤭

Right as he's finished embracing his team and his engineers are lowering him down (after he was hoisted atop their shoulders as they chanted Il Predestinato over and over again), he hears the loud, booming cry of Charlie! and—

Charles is suddenly off the ground, his entire body feeling light as a feather as his Max—his Alpha—spins him around, arms so tight around Charles's waist he knows he'll have bruises the next day. Max's face is pressed against his abdomen, his voice muffled but his scent isn't.

It's bright, vibrant, and alive—so bubbly and frothy that it gives the bottles of champagne a run for their money. His Max is practically radiating joy and happiness and it...it confuses Charles so much.

Because shouldn't his Alpha be upset?

The dizzying, triumphant spin slows as Max lowers him, Charles's body sliding against Max's own until they're face to face. Max doesn't hesitate—he leans in and kisses him, publicly and proudly.

"You did, schat," he whispers against Charles's mouth, "my race winner—my champion. You did it."

"You...you're happy for me, chéri?"

"Of course I am!" Max squeezes him tighter. "Why wouldn't I be? My amazing, hard working, devoted boyfriend who worked his ass off and delivered Ferrari their 250th race victory? My phenomenal Grand Prix winner who controlled this race from the start and refused to let up? Baby, that was a fucking amazing drive!"

Tears sting at his eyes. "Oh Max!" He wraps his arms around his Alpha. "I thought—mon cœur, I thought you would be upset because of the rear wing failing and—"

"That's something I'm taking up with Red Bull, I'd never let my team's technical difficulties affect my happiness for you, liefje." Max reassures, his smile bright and beaming. "Watching you win...watching you cross the checkered flag in P1? Charlie...that was the only thing that made today bearable."

And when Charles hears this?

He can't hold back his emotions any longer. The struggles, the hardships, the doubt from everyone around him...except Max.

His fiercest defender, his loudest cheerleader.

"Mon amour..." Charles's voice shakes. "I won. I won Silverstone."

"Yeah baby, you fucking triumphed."

And without another word, he picks Charles back up and spins him around—only this time, Charles embraces it. Hands against his Alpha's shoulders, head throw back in laughter as he soaks up the day—

Charles Leclerc.

I've been thinking about Max as Nico's grid child/pup.

Nico meets this kid on his debut and watches Max's father get angry with him after he dnfs on his first race. Nico decides then and there that this is his kid and he will protect him no matter what.

Lewis of course goes along with this, he'd go with anything Nico asked, and claims Max as his own pup. Max grows as paddock royalty, with his mama defending him every chance he gets (track criminal? His baby? Never!) and when Charles Leclerc, adopted pup of Sebastian Vettel, the red bull's first golden, who himself is the beloved son of the tifosi?

Max is head over heels, and Nico knows this is the only person good enough for his baby and he will stop at nothing to get them together!

Sorry if this is really long or if you've done something similar before, I really love your takes on Nico and Max's relationship in the past!

Cheers,

🌠

Hi 🌠 Anon!

Not to worry, I also love the concept of Max as Nico's grid pup and have a few AUs with this premise! ↓↓↓

Mama Bear Nico AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Synopsis: Gorgeous paddock princess Nico Rosberg finds a cold, shivering 16 year old Max Verstappen hiding in his garage, seeking shelter from the storm after his father abandoned him at the karting track. Nico takes one look at this resilient young Alpha who's all alone, fingers turning blue from the cold, and still apologizing to Nico for being an inconvenience that no one will ever hurt this pup again. Because Nico's mama bear instincts have been unleashed, he embraces the lanky, shivering teen in his arms and knows that no one will ever hurt his pup again.

Meet the Parents AU: Part 1, Part 2

Synopsis: Max, the grid kid of Lewis and Nico. Charles, the grid kid of Kimi and Seb. Both pups know they've found true love but also realize they need to break the news to their families that they're essentially dating their on track rivals 😅 cue hilarity and disaster.

Innocent!Charles AU: The Family Dinner

Synopsis: Follows the Innocent!Charles series where adorable F1 rookie Charles Leclerc wins over the heart of a feral Max Verstappen and wants to tell his grid parents (Seb and Lewis) that he and Maxie are going to get married. Neither Seb nor Lewis realize Max is Nico's grid pup...and Charles has no clue that Lewis and Nico used to be married 🤭

Charles Vettel-Raikkonen AU: Part 1, Part 2

Synopsis: Charles is the adored, pampered only child of Sebastian Vettel and Kimi Raikkonen—he's Ferrari royalty, except no one knows it...until Charles waltzes into the paddock one day, all dolled up and pretty, and plops himself down on the lap of Red Bull golden boy Max Verstappen, shocking everyone when he casually reveals the Ferrari Team Principle? Oh he's practically family 😌

collared omegaverse au

my thought for this was that they're like childhood sweethearts, they start dating very soon after they met. so once they're both of age, (alpha) logan collars (omega) oscar. before they were both of collaring age oscar wore a choker, which functioned as like a mock collar.

chokers used to be like equivalent to engagement rings or promise rings (depending on where you were in the world) and were part of the courting process but since modern dating has mostly replaced courting they've become more of a fashion statement. oscar wore it, not as a fashion statement (shocking i know), as a promise collar. logan didn't ask him to wear it, but oscar wanted to wear it because he knew his alpha is traditional and that it would make logan happy.

but then once they're both of age, logan collars oscar. the collar has a drop heart tag but no place for a leash like some very old traditional collars would. the tag has "property of logan hunter sargeant" engraved on one side and on the other side it has logan's signature engraved

in this au logan also uses his alpha voice on oscar very frequently (when no media is near of course).

back to the collar. for safety, omegas on the grid have to wear team collars if they're not collared by someone. when actually driving however they aren't allowed to wear collars unless it's a special one approved by fia, also for safety (and plot) reasons.

so oscar wears his collar when he's not in the car but there are times after he gets out of the car that he doesn't put his collar back on until some time later. he's very busy you see. he's also forgetful, so sometimes he forgets his collar at the hotel room or at home.

anyways my point with that was something with lando. (no hate he's just a very convenient antagonist.) because of oscar not being very strict with wearing his collar (like most omegas tend to be) and oscar not being very forthcoming with information about his mate (because logan is his! his to keep! his to love! his alpha! his mate! his to know!) lando thinks oscar's collar is fake. it's not a farfetched thought as omegas will buy collars for themselves if they don't want to deal with the treatment that being uncollared would get them. and there's like drama or something, i haven't really fleshed this part out but i think when i write it i'll tie it in with logan using his alpha voice on oscar a lot

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i was also thinking about a hunter!logan x hunted!oscar au but this isn't fleshed out at all. i'm not sure what type of universe i want this trope (?) to live in. which is my first hurdle.

i have half written a regular (?) omegaverse with possessive alpha logan that i don't think i've shared yet but i will once it's finished!

lastly housewife oscar part 2 is coming. eventually. i have it mapped out.

anyways hope you have a good day nina!

Hi @insanedeathwish ♥️

Ohhh my goodness, this is absolutely lovely!! 😍

I adoreeee the concept of Omegaverse collaring! I think I've mentioned it in a few drabbles but never did it with Alpha!Logan and Omega!Oscar 🤭

→ A/B/O Manipulative!Oscar x Oblivious!Logan AU

I cannot wait to read your Alpha!Logan and Omega!Oscar collaring fic! Please send or tag me when it's finished, I'd absolutely love to read it!! ♥️♥️♥️

The concept of feral (and adorable) Oscar being so possessive of Logan that he doesn't want anyone else on the grid to know who his Alpha is 😩 I just pictured that in this AU, Logan never went to F1 and went right into endurance racing after Williams was unable to fund his junior career. So starting 2023, Logan's with Ford Racing and he's having an absolutely blast 😎🦅🇺🇸

Logan loves how his racing calendar semi-aligns with Oscar's and, because he has fewer races during the season, he's able to support his baby in person. It's this reason that Oscar sometimes forgets to put his collar back on immediately after a race—he's too eager to run back to his Alpha (Logan watches up in hospitality) and bury his face in the crook of his mate's neck and drown in his Logie-bear's scent 💙

Meanwhile, the few times the paddock photographers have captured photos of Logan walking alongside Oscar, the fans go nuts for the tall, handsome endurance racer with his perfectly coifed blond hair, ocean blue eyes, elegant clothing, and the fact he towers over everyone on the grid. The size kink is real and the photo of Logan and Oscar walking side by side has several fans photoshopping Oscar's out of the picture and replacing it with themselves 😭

When Osc sees this? His hyper-possessive instincts kick into high gear because no one, absolutely no one, should get even the smallest taste of Logan! That's his Alpha! The father is their future pups! How dare they photoshop him out of pictures when they should be photoshopping Logan and Oscar in wedding outfits??!

But can you really blame the fans?

No one knows they're even dating 😭

But to Logan and Oscar? It's so obvious they're together.

Logan knows how hard Oscar fought for his seat on the grid. The Omega stereotype never quite went away and although it's been minimized and huge leaps forward have been taken by F1 and the FIA, Motorsport racing is inherently an Alpha and Beta dominated sport.

Michael Schumacher, Sebastian Vettel, and Charles Leclerc are the only Omegas who've ever been granted a seat at the pinnacle of Motorsport through their own grit, determination, clever PR moves, and a unrelenting team who refused to cower before the FIA.

And the thing is, Oscar has all this to—except Logan isn't on the grid with him.

Michael had Mika Hakkinen.

Sebastian had Kimi Raikkonen.

Charles has Max Verstappen.

Their Alphas snarling and guarding their mates and protecting them from scrutiny.

Logan desperately wishes he could be there for Oscar but because they're in two different racing categories, he knows he has to play a different game: So when he's on the grid, he makes sure to take care of Oscar in any small way he can.

But looking after Oscar is very different from the public displays of affection the other Alphas and Omegas share. And because Logan's too busy packing Oscar's favorite snacks and massaging his Omega in his trailer after a hard race, everyone assumes Logan is just a casual friend and Oscar's collar is fake.

I think the biggest hint that something's going on between Logan and Oscar is if Logan walks onto the grid one day wearing a dark leather bracelet around his wrist. In the center is a platinum band with Oscar's name.

A mutual claiming, one that's never been done before.

the peace sign has like become my intro lol

i decided to not be 🫯 anon anymore bc it’s too much hassle for links n stuff AND i have no shame. so. AND i’ve only sent on req under 🫯/🧫 so it’s not a huge change. (also sorry if i sent the same req twice … i didn’t mean to lol)

i have a brocedes req, usually req bugcedes but today i’m feeling creative.

i saw this edit by @youweee_ on tiktok and immediately thought of your rookie!nico x champion!lewis au .. idk if that au is already over but i thought like—

lewis has nico's name on his arm and everybody assumes its for his ex girlfriend nicole. but its not, its for a hot, young, blonde omega.

a hot, young, blonde omega named nico erik rosberg.

and with everybody speculating about lewis and his old flame nicole, nico decides he’s had enough.

so naturally he’s all over lewis at the end of the when he inevitably wins his 8/9th championship (i dont remeber what it was in this au. sorry), and even though nico finished second or third, he cares more about celebrating with his alpha😓

“celebrating.”

he tells the media they’re going to party, to celebrate, to get drunk.

but in actuality, nico’s off his heat suppressants and he’s already in preheat during the race.

Hi @gr63cedes 💞

Rookie!Nico x Champion!Lewis AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Ahhh my 🧫 Anon!! I promise I received your ask about Bugcedes but I'm not super familiar with the ship dynamic so I haven't gotten around to writing anything 😭🙈

And that edit!! Thank you for locating and sharing the most glorious Brocedes edit that has my whole heart @gr63cedes 😭♥️

The utter fury Nico must feel knowing that his Alpha goes and tattoos his name on his well-muscled, gorgeous arm and somehow—somehow!!!—the press still get it wrong??! 😡🤬

Our pretty rookie princess is ready to stomp his feet and throw a tantrum because not only has Lewis repeatedly told reporters and gossip hounds that the "love of his life" is "golden and beautiful and everything I've ever dreamed of," he's also started throwing German phrases into his answers!

When someone asked him why he was learning German (and not, you know, Italian since he was now driving for Ferrari), Lewis only gave them a charming smile and replied, "It's nice to be able to communicate with my future mother-in-law in her native language."

The clues (well, these aren't even clues anymore but the obvious, in-your-face statements) are piling up so rapidly but Nico still sees fans thirsting over his man and whining that "Nicole is such a lucky Omega!"

So on the night Lewis wins his 9th championship (and his first with Ferrari), the F1 veteran announces his retirement because unbeknownst to everyone, he's planning on getting a certain Omega very pregnant that very night. Lewis wants to be the stay at home dad taking care of his and Nico's pups while their mama goes and wins his championships 🥰

But before he officially leaves Nico alone on the grid, Lewis has to make sure every Alpha and their cousin knows that Nico soon-to-be Rosberg-Hamilton is claimed.

Taken.

All Lewis's.

He thinks it's cute how his little Omega has been beefing with fan pages (using his burner accounts) and posting photos where the arm wrapped around his abdomen is clearly Lewis's but sometimes, the public needs a helpful jolt to realize what's actually happening behind the scenes.

His sweet boy has been smiling so delectably all night long and Lewis knows Nico won't protest to an evening (or four) wrapped up in his Alpha's arms, blissed out from orgasms, and unaware that Lewis isn't wearing a condom.