all about max and charles

Hi Anon 😽

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

Charlie's first purr!! 🥹🐱

With Max, you can always tell that he's on Cloud 9 and madly in love with his Omega—his low, happy rumbles fill the room whenever Charles is near. He loves how his boyfriend eagerly dives into his arms, cheek pressed against Max's chest so he can feel the vibrations and know that his Alpha is content ☺️

But as time passes and their relationship deepens, Max begins to grow worried when Charles never purrs.

Not even a soft little hum—he simply tucks himself into Max's arms, nuzzles his cheek against Max's neck, and yes, okay, his scent is light and happy but—

Why isn't Charles purring?

To have an Omega purr in your arms means he feels utterly and completely safe—that he recognizes you as his Alpha, as his safe space, and he can let go and relax, that he'll trust you to catch him no matter what.

Oscar and Logan going through the season like normal when BAM while at a race Logan gradually starts having stomach pain that keeps getting progressively worse. Logan tried to ignore it but others start noticing because man does noooot look good and someone convinced him to get checked out. Given f1 drivers track record of getting appendicitis mid season everyone assumes that’s what’s wrong because whyyy would they suspect a pregnancy it’s not like Logan is known to have had a partner recently👀👀 (it could be loscar keeping their relationship on the down low but I think it’d be juicier if they have had feelings for each other forever but they think the other doesn’t feel the same but somehow feel into bed together one night then promptly pretended that night never happened to not risk their friendship). Anyway cue poor logie getting the shock of his life being told he’s in labor and about to have a baby he didn’t know existed and having to decide in like the next minute wether to call Oscar and tell him to haul ass to the hospital right now or wait until after the birth to decide to tell him or not (because there’s no doubt the baby is Oscar’s but does Oscar even want a baby with him or a baby at all????)

Hi Anon 🤫

Mutual pining + cryptic pregnancy?? Anonnnn you've combined one of my favorite tropes with the most perfect AU scenario???

Logan laying on a hospital bed as the doctors wait for the ambulance arrive and drive Logan to the OB ward because he needs to deliver this baby now. He's terrified and shocked and still trying to process the news that he's been growing his and Oscar's little baby inside him this entire time 😭

Right as Logan's panic reaches a fever pitch, they hear commotion outside the medical center's doors—yelling and shoving and the sound of someone elbowing their way inside before Oscar Piastri tumbles through the double doors followed by a swarm of security guards and nurses.

But the Alpha isn't looking at them. He isn't looking at anyone except Logan Hunter Sargeant who's reclined on the hospital bed, both hands pressed against his still flat belly, and blue eyes shiny with tears.

"Osc—"

this is a resent cause i think the ask monster may have eaten it 😞

so the idea was a karting era lestappen au, in this universe omega’s werent allowed to race for decades, up until around 2010, when sebastian vettel won his first title, announced he was an omega and then won another title to prove it wasnt a fluke while the FIA scrambled to figure out how to work this into their rule book.

eventually they came up with a solution, since sebastian had been publicly and happily mated when he won his title, the FIA made it a rule that omega’s are allowed to race if and only if they have a mate, (they claim its due to hormonal irregularities and unmated omegas being too sensitive, but everyone knows thats a load of sexist bull) no matter how sexist the rule is quite clever though because it applies to any and all categories of motorsport, including karting. so since no freshly presented teenage omega is getting mated, they drop from the ranks just as surely as before, meaning f1 is safe as a precious alpha (and sebastian vettel) only sport. cue charles presenting as an omega somewhere in early 2012, at first he is beyond devastated, thinking his motorsport dreams are over, but there is simply no way he’ll give up that easily, he’ll just have to find a mate by the next race. he goes through a list of candidates in his head, it has to be someone he trusts, someone that wont turn around and take racing away from him, someone that understands. one by one all viable options get crossed off, until he lands on max.

max is his favourite person to battle on track, and he knows max feels the same about him, they’re not really friends but max has begrudgingly complimented charles often enough for charles to know that max believes they’ll both make it to f1, so he bets on that and goes to seek max out before their next race, he plainly explains his situation, making it clear that hes not trying to pressure the alpha into anything, but max of course agrees before charles is even finished speaking. he thinks omegas not being allowed to race is bullshit and he knows that if theres anyone that can prove it its charles, so he’ll do anything to keep his favorite rival on track with him. charles returns to his family with a scar on his neck so fresh its not scabbed over yet and a light in his eyes unlike anything theyve seen before, beaming as he tells them he can still race, he fixed it, they cant kick him out anymore.

because as much as i love and adore your freak4freak or dark max and/or charles, i am disgustingly in love with stories with the premise “the world is cruel, therefore i won’t be” imagine baby max learning about how unfair the world is towards charles, the most hardworking and infuriating and dedicated person he knows, and immediately trying to fix it. in this timeline they’re not even truly friendly yet, theyre certainly not in love like how mated couples are, but max learned charles had a problem he could fix and immediately decided to fix it, no questions, no conditions, the only thing charles ‘owes’ him in his eyes is that he has to race him hard and fair forever and ever.

Hi Anon ❤️💙

Max being the only one who saw Charles as a true competitor, his favorite rival on track and the one person he knew would join him in F1 in the next few years. Max's entire thought process when Charles told him he'd presented as an Omega was:

He needs to stay, he needs to race, he needs to be on track, with me, forever.

Because Max has never had more fun than when he raced the ferocious young Monegasque driver, when Charles glared at him with messy hair and muddy race boots. He argued with Max about track limits until the two were yelling at each other with pink cheeks and a twinkle in their eyes.

They weren't friends—hell, they weren't even casual acquaintances—they were rivals who fought for the top step of the podium.

They were competitors who refused to let attack one another personally but gleefully criticized the other person's driving, race craft, and skillfulness on track.

Charles had stood in front of the young Alpha, hands balled into fists and bottom lip trembling. He was scared and unsure but he refused to let Max Verstappen see him intimidated. As the silence stretched onwards, Charles began to formulate another argument, trying to think of some possible way to convince Max to give him the mating bite he desperately needed—

When Max simply grabbed his wrist and pulled Charles against him. "You deserve to race in F1." The Dutch teenager declared. "And it'll be fun beating you at your home race."

"You wish." Charles snapped, ready for a fight when Max's words suddenly register. "Wait—are you saying yes?"

"Yes I'm saying yes." He rolls his eyes. "Can we do it now? I need to review today's race and visit the stationary store after."

"Stationary store?" Charles knows he should lean in, offer up his neck, and walk back to his papa with a fresh mating bite that will ensure he can continue racing.

But Max Verstappen and "stationary store" do not belong in the same sentence.

"Yeah. Victoria's birthday is on the 22nd and I need to wrap her gift."

"Since when do you know how to gift wrap?"

"I have YouTube!" Max replies hotly, sounding a little irritated now. "And it's not that hard—you just have to practice."

Charles imagines rough-and-tumble Max Verstappen sitting on the floor surrounded by wrapping paper and ribbons, practicing his gift wrapping skills on cardboard boxes until one of them came out right.

He knows he shouldn't but the young Omega begins to laugh—quietly at first and then louder, until his shoulders are shaking and he has to press one hand in front of his mouth. The days of pure panic and worry that set in after his presentation are finally being released and Charles's laugh comes out slightly manic, eyes a little too bright as he laughs—relief and amusement intertwining.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, you brat." Max tires to sound tough but his cheeks are a little more pink than before his grip on Charles's wrist tightens. "Come on, I really need to get going."

Charles rolls his eyes and manages to rein in his laughter.

He tilts his head and closes his eyes.

For a second, nothing happens.

But as the beat of his heart rises, becoming slightly more frantic when he doesn't feel anything, Charles lets out a soft gasp when Max presses his lips (soft, full, and a little chapped) against his mating gland. "Keep racing me forever, okay Charlie?" Max asks, mouth brushing against the unbroken skin before he presses his lips against the gland once more—

And bites down, teeth sinking into the previously untouched mating gland. Charles can't help it, he lets out a soft moan, back arching up as he leans into Max. There's a sharp sting as Max's teeth cut through, clamping down tightly, but more than that, Charles feels warm all over. Warm and safe—like he's floating beneath the warm waves of the Mediterranean Sea.

His muscles tremble, body melting into Max's arms as Charles feels blood rushing through his head, blocking out the world as he stays there, in this warm, safe oasis. He feels like he's being bathed in sunlight, skin flushed and rosy. He wants to stay this way forever—floating in these warm, safe waters, bliss rippling through him.

It lasts only a few minutes but the concept of time feels...melted and fluid by the time Charles opens his eyes to see Max's worried face. Those startling blue eyes are gazing at him with nothing but concern. The young Alpha is gripping onto Charles's waist so tightly he's certain he'll have bruises.

It takes a moment for him to realize Max is calling out his name, mouth repeating Charles, Charles, Charles over and over again until the Monegasque manages to say something in return. His tongue feels heavy and his mouth doesn't cooperate for a few seconds—

But Charles eventually manages a soft merci Max before the sun finally sets over the horizon.

"You can race now." He hears Max's voice echo around him and he moves, one hand clutching at the other teen's bicep.

"Ouais. Faire la course contre toi. Toi et moi." He slurs out, blinking hazily up at Max.

Blue eyes crinkle up as Max's chest vibrates—for a moment, Charles doesn't know what's going on but after a minute he realizes...

Max is laughing.

It's...a warm laugh. Fond.

It's nice, Charles decides.

A nice laugh.

He could get used to seeing Max laugh.

❤️💙 ❤️💙 ❤️💙

It takes another half hour before Charles feels back to normal. There's a bit of blood on the side of his neck that Max tries to wipe away with the back of his hand but Charles reassures him it'll be okay.

He is a mated Omega and no one, not even the FIA, can stop him from racing in Formula One.

He walks back to his papa and brothers, head held high, and Max Verstappen's phone number programmed into his phone. Hervé sees the teeth marks before Lorenzo and Arthur do but his father only asks if this is what Charles wanted.

It is. "I want to keep racing forever, papa. And Max made sure I still can."

His father's brow furrows. "Jos's boy?"

"Yes. He's arrogant and rude and very talented. And we'll drive in F1 together, papa." Charles declares.

Hervé's lips begin to curve into a slow smile. "Oh? The two of you in the Scuderia?"

"No!" God, no. The thought of Max in scarlet was just...wrong. "He won't race in Ferrari. Maybe Mercedes—or Red Bull."

"Red Bull?" Hervé would have thought his son would try to drive for the team Sebastian Vettel had won four championships with.

Four championships as an Omega.

"Max believes in Red Bull more than any other team. He wants to win his championships with them. I'm not sure why, since Ferrari is the only team worth driving for but," he shrugs, "he's always had bad taste."

His father laughs out loud at that comment. "I'm sure Max doesn't always have bad taste. He mated you, didn't he?"

Charles flushes. "Well—this isn't a real mating. We're just doing this so we can race each other forever."

Hervé does his best not to laugh a second time, but his chest rumbles with good humor as he wraps one arm around his son and the two walk back to the waiting van. Lorenzo already has a thermos of Charles's favorite hot cocoa waiting for him while Arthur is asleep in the backseat, curled under Charles's ART Grand Pix hoodie.

He gives Lorenzo a hug and kisses Arthur's blond head before reaching for the thermos, watching the steam curl into the air—

NINA cannot stop thinking about this for manipulative rookie!charles and max. These photos go viral while max and Charles are on their first vacation either a getaway to celebrate finally getting together OR as a lowkey honeymoon after their secret wedding (they rushed into it bc they’re sooo crazy for each other). Either way Charles is feral and staking his CLAIM ❤️‍🔥

Hi Anon 🤭🥵🔗

Max’s back getting shredded to ribbons because of a feral possessive Charles who is very, very eager to stake his claim? CANON ❤️💙

Here we have WAG!Charles showing the world just who Max belongs to…and making sure everyone sees by posting it on his IG 😘

Added bonus of Max also getting greedy and feral with his Charlie and spanking his pretty boy’s ass until it’s bright red and covered with his handprints 😇

I'm back again about the 10 year challenge (Yeah I fear I'm back already)

So obviously the gossip grid post would have instantly become a media sensation and the Rosberg-hamilton pack are really just trying to ignore it as best as they can and they make it approximately 1 race before Lewis snaps.

Maybe its a press conference and the planners had the bright idea to put Charles Lewis and Max on together and every question is about their family instead of their racing and lewis snaps worse than he ever has on live television

And when he gets home that evening he just collapses into Nicos arms. He'd done his best to keep his family safe and here the Internet was taking a carelesd slip up and turning it into the next big story

And maybe that small mistake lead to baby no3 and thats what made lewis snap in yhat oress conference so all he can bear to do that evening is hold his babies close and press gentle kisses to the barely their bump

Nico however has never seen Lewis this just downbeaten and decides the next time he's working with sky to (After clearance with sky sports) basically lecture the fans about respect for the drivers private lives. And when lewis sees the clip? He's never been prouder of his omega and if nico wasn't already having their 3rd baby? well he defienetly would be after that night (The kids were with their uncle seb because he demanded niece and nephew time)

I fear this is a little all over the place but the main thing is extremely protective Lewis who's being burnt out by how persistent the reporters are wgen he just wants to look after his family and Nico sees this and decides the world needs a lesson in respect 😌

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Hi 🍓 Anon!

10 year challenge (Brocedes version): Part 1

Ohhh 🍓 Anon!! 😭🥹 This is too precious!! Nico taking the reins and basically deciding to call out all the nosy, intrusive "journalists" after the disastrous "joint trio interview" where Lewis, Max, and Charles were treated like reality show stars instead of professional athletes?? Hell yes!

Do not ever underestimate Nico's mama bear instincts and the ferocity with which he'll protect and defend his pups!! I'm picturing this particular moment in the interview is the powder keg that causes Nico to intervene and give everyone a verbal bitchslap on what constitutes proper interview questions and methodology:

Event: First presser ahead of the Dutch GP at the Zandvoort Circuit

Panel:

Lewis Hamilton - Ferrari

Charles Leclerc - Ferrari

Max Verstappen - Red Bull Racing

Q&A Session:

Q: And this is a question for Charles. Hi Charles, I hope you're well. Based the new information that's come to light concerning you and your relationships, does it ever worry you that the victories you've achieved may be due to familial connections instead of on track performance?

C. Leclerc: What do you mean by that?

M. Verstappen: Charles's performance on track is due to his skill and hard work, not anything else.

Q: My apologies, I should have clarified—what I mean to say is, does it ever concern you that your poles and P1 trophies may be attributed to your mate and father-in-law taking it easy on you?

C. Leclerc: You want me to answer?

Q: If you can.

C. Leclerc: I think you should start watching more races. Because if you think, for even one moment, that my Max or my father-in-law would ever give me an advantage on track, then you are blind and stupid. On track, the only thing that matters is performance. Family ties are irrelevant. We fight for every single pole, every single lap, and every single podium. I trust them to do their best and they trust me to do the same.

M. Verstappen: And if you think my Charlie would still be with me if I ever "took it easy" on him, then you're even dumber than you look. Charles would have driven me off track, yanked off my helmet, and slapped me in front of the world if I dared to slow down by even a fraction of a second.

L. Hamilton: If you think I have so little respect for Charles Leclerc, the racer and athlete, then I suggest you reconsider your career in sports journalism. Because I trust every driver on track to battle me at the limit, to push me harder and faster because that's what Formula One is. We are the pinnacle of Motorsport and to even assume a single driver would give another driver the advantage is just...I don't even know what to call it.

M. Verstappen: Idiocy.

Moderator: Alright, Mr. Verstappen. We can move on. Next question.

Q: Hi Lewis, Lorna McHale from the BBC. Shifting the topic, I do wonder if you can touch on the 2021 title fight with your son, Max? At the time, I think your wife had just given birth to your son, Emil, and you were experiencing some trouble later in the season. Do you think your divided priorities and scattered attention was the reason for your decline in performance?

M. Verstappen: You fucking—how dare you try and blame my brother for anything that happened in 2021. It was a goddamn title fight and my dad put everything on track, you fucking—

L. Hamilton: That's enough, Max.

M. Verstappen: But dad—

C. Leclerc: Maxie, come here. Let dad handle it, ouais?

L. Hamilton: Hi Lorna. You've certainly painted a fantastical scenario of 2021. I admit, it's a stressful time—Max and I gave everything in that title fight, right down to the wire at Abu Dhabi. We were rivals on track but we respected one another immensely as athletes and as professionals. When I was on track, my sole focus and attention was on the race. When I was off track, my sole focus and attention was with my family. That's all there is to it.

Q: I'm sorry Lewis, but you didn't answer my question.

L. Hamilton: Because the rest of your question doesn't pertain to racing.

Q: Forgive me, but I think it does. You have to admit, your wife being hospitalized early in the season must have been distracting and on top of that, you came home every day to a chaotic household with a toddler, a newborn, two grid pups, and madness. You can't tell me that didn't affect your mental state and performance on track.

L. Hamilton: You will not speak about my wife or my family like that again. They are not up for discussion. Our private life is just that—private. And I don't care if you want to poke and prod me about mistakes I've made on track or arguments I've had with my race engineer or my team. But you will never speak about those months my wife spent in the hospital after giving birth to our boy. I've let you fuc—vultures attack my family for this entire goddamn panel and you know what, I'm drawing the line here. You either talk about the race and the updates to the car or you keep your mouth shut. My family is not a reality show for you to watch and gawk over. If you can't respect that, then get out. Now.

Moderator: Mr. Hamilton—

[L. Hamilton rises from the couch and storms out of the interview without glancing back.]

The room is left is stunned silence (the livestream is still going on) as fans everywhere watch as the usually controlled and PR perfect Sir Lewis Hamilton slams the door and leaves the interview with no apologies or explanations.

No one knows that Lewis drove right to his hotel and practically dove into his mate's arms the second he saw Nico dozing in his nest. Lewis feels like a failure as he buries his face in the crook of his wife's neck, apologizing over and over for being foolish and reckless—for exposing their beautiful family to the public and realizing too late what's happened.

Nico soothes him, stroking his hair and kissing his temple.

Because really, it wasn't Lewis's fault—Nico was the one who was horny, impatient, and needy for his Alpha. Nico was the one who wrapped his legs around Lewis's waist and ground his wet, sopping cunt against his husband's growing bulge until Lewis snapped and fucked him right there, in a shadowed corner of the paddock.

He feels his Alpha rest his large hand on Nico's barely there bump. He's two months along, their third pup having been conceived during that frantic, rushed coupling after the Barcelona Grand Prix. Nico had felt dizzy and nauseous for weeks after Austria but neither of them thought he could be pregnant.

Nico was 41 years old and after the difficulty of Emil's birth, both he and Lewis had quietly realized they may never have another pup again.

But then—

This little miracle came along. Nico gathered the courage to take a pregnancy test with Charles and Ollie holding his hands.

Pregnant.

He and Lewis had been overjoyed, their entire family piling into Nico's nest for cuddles and scenting and kissing their mama's still flat belly. Lewis had become even more protective of his wife and family, particularly as this latest pregnancy had Nico exhausted most of the time.

Lewis wanted his mate and pups to live peacefully, without the constant scrutiny that came with being a celebrity in the limelight. But with the leaked video clip, that all became impossible.

And now, the Alpha exhales, it was affecting their professional lives too. It infuriated him that anyone would think they weren't capable of battling hard on track just because it was revealed Max was his grid pup and Charles was his son-in-law. It wasn't fair to his pups and it made a mockery of Formula One and all the dedication that went into it.

Nico listens to his Alpha's frustrations, never interrupting, and softly kissing him in between the anger and hurt. They fall asleep intertwined in each other and wake up to find Max and Charles cuddled together in their nest, protecting their family.

And that's when Nico decides enough is enough.

He sweeps into the paddock in a flowing, ankle length summer blue halter-neck dress. Backless. The airy chiffon creates a graceful silhouette, making Nico's every movement flow like water. On his feet Nico wears dainty slingback sandals interwoven with a pink calla lily, an adorable birthday gift from his sweet Ollie last month.

Nico has a microphone in hand, determination in his eyes, and a Tinkerbell sticker on the back of his left hand. A little "miss you mama" present from Lina. (Nico promised they would have a big tea party with papa and her brothers right after media day and Lina could take photos with her vintage Leica 35mm camera.)

When he arrives at the panel, all the other commentators have fanned themselves out, giving Nico the center seat.

He doesn't hesitate—our fearless mama bear sits himself down, brings the mic up to his lips, and simply states: "Before we begin, I'd like to issue a small statement regarding professionalism in Motorsport." Nico makes direct eye contact with the large camera in front of him, gaze unflinching.

Because his family has been treated like circus animals for the last few weeks.

Because people are unable to realize that they have been a family for nearly ten years now and during that entire time, they have raced professionally and passionately. There was no need to expose their personal life to the world.

F1 was booming, viewership was rising, and the Rosberg-Hamilton pack was tucked away, safe and protected and out of the public eye.

"If you can't engage with the sport and ask intelligent questions pertaining to the races, the teams, and the technical improvements, then you are not a journalist. If you're only here to dissect the personal lives of drivers and their family, then I suggest you turn to the Real Housewives. Not Formula One. Thank you."

Mic drop (figuratively).

And in Lewis's trailer, as he watches his mate lift his head high and chide the world for making a mockery of their family, the Alpha lets out a loud, eager growl of approval.

Poor Toto, he's two wrong phrases away from being bitten by a feral alpha.

I don't know if Nico was actually pregnant at the end of the text, but if he was not, imagine...

Nico in 2016 wanting to win his WDC to be like his father "1982 F1 world champion Keke Rosberg" (btw was this a mean girl's reference? Because it sounded like it and I love that) but still accepting Lewis' gifts. Having full on tantrums in the Mercedes garage because, why isn't there a trophy in his hands right now??! Lewis offers to let him win but then Nico cries because "doesn't he trust that he can win on his own?.🥺"

Toto has a crashout trying to please both his drivers, and decides that: okay, he can be direct with Nico... he just needs to know that that 'fertile' look he has going on is being a nightmare for the mechanics.

(He goes to look for Nico and finds him with a very young alpha called Max Verstappen who is completely ready to fight with anyone that upsets his mama… Maybe he'll talk to Nico another time)

Bonus- the press thinks Lewis is sabotaging Nico and somehow they make the rest of the grid believe it too. Everyone gets so protective but nico thinks they're only trying to steal his sweets for themselves.

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Hi 🪼 Anon!

Unwanted Intervention AU

Love this AU to the AU 🤭 in this version we just have Nico (not pregnant) being lavished with gifts, holidays, and sweets from his Alpha because Lewis adores him and is determined to make sure Nico is the most spoiled and loved Omega in the world (and really, at this rate he's going to outdo Richard Burton and all his gifts for Elizabeth Taylor) 💎

Sultry, curvy Nico who's happily prancing around the paddock, completely unaware of all the Alphas salivating over such a fertile, ripe Omega who is just begging to be bred 🥺 Toto realizing he can't keep bribing the FIA to look the other way after Nico hits the weight limit again because this has gone beyond regulations and fines. There are now multiple Alphas loitering around the NR6 garage trying to catch a glimpse of Nico and ask him on a date.

It's driving Tony Ross (Nico's race engineer and close friend) absolutely insane. Not only does he have to ward off the unwanted Alphas but he has to deal with an upset Nico who really hates all the presents the other Alphas keep giving him.

Why? Because these gifts are covered in so many different strange and unwelcoming scents that it gives Nico a headache and sends him running to a feral and possessive Lewis.

A feral and possessive Lewis who immediately complains to Toto and Stefano and Bernie and every single high ranking Motorsport executive because his Omega was being harassed and that is completely unacceptable!!

All this is said while Nico is cuddled up against Lewis. The Omega is teary eyed, pouting, and eating a warm raspberry scone as he gazes dolefully at the various executives sitting across from him.

Toto is the only one who realizes the other old Alphas and Betas are staring at Nico with varying expressions of lust and curiosity before someone clears their throat and agrees that Nico should be better protected.

Someone else mentions giving the Omega extra bodyguards.

Another one mentions tighter security for garage #6.

One of the highest ranking executives proposes allowing Nico to personally vet who gets to enter and exit his garage.

A timid young intern asks about the weight limit.

They get met with glares and stares and Nico's teary face. "Are you saying...I've been over the weight limit this entire time?" The Omega asks.

Toto blinks rapidly.

Lewis immediately presses kisses to his Omega's neck and shoulder, reassuring him that he's perfect and beautiful and who cares about the weight limit when Nico was still winning races and doing so well on track?

But Nico's all worked up now. "Am I fat?" He wails out, dropping his raspberry scone and turning to his Alpha.

Lewis immediately kisses him, arms tightening around his slim waist, and reassuring Nico that he is healthy and glowing and should never think about starving himself again—

Stefano Domenicali clears his throat. "I think the ah, the weight limit can be more flexible, yes?"

Toto stares at him in disbelief.

The other executives murmur their agreement to Stefano's suggestion.

One of them quickly rushes over to give Nico a box of tissues and wet wipes.

Toto feels like he's losing his mind. Forget the weight limitations, the real problem is the fact he has Nico Rosberg prancing around the paddock in skin tight fireproofs that cling to his every curve and besotted Alphas following him around like lovesick pups!

"But what about the unwanted suitors?" Toto asks as Lewis wipes away Nico's tears and the Omega clings to his mate. "I cannot just...allow a team of bodyguards into the Mercedes motorhome every race. That would be far too disruptive. And crowded."

Stefano shrugs. "We will import face scanners and ID card readers for every garage and motorhome to make sure no one enters who isn't authorized."

"...Won't that be...quite expensive?"

Bernie nods. "Oh yes. But I think it's well worth it." He replies, looking fondly at rosy-cheeked Nico giggling at something Lewis said. "However, we must ensure a safe paddock, Toto. And a little extra money spent on protection is a worthy endeavor."

"Hear, hear!" Another executive chimes in.

Toto feels a headache coming on. "Did we not agree just last month that expenses in the paddock were already too high—"

"The safety of our drivers should be our top priority." Stefano interrupts.

The intern perks up. "So about tighter security at the fanzone—"

"Not needed. Next topic."

A secretary brings Nico a cappuccino and a croissant.

"Thank you." Nico smiles up at the Omega secretary.

She blushes bright pink and stutters out a shy you're welcome.

i sent this a while ago but i fear it may have been eaten so im sending it again just in case 😙

Angsty hurt/comfort Lestappen drabble set after Charles wins (one of the iconic ones, Monaco or Monza), obviously he goes out to celebrate and as expected everybody wants a moment of his time, so he and Max lose sight of each other after a while, which isn’t unusual and Max texted him to let him know he’d be heading home but to please stay and enjoy the celebrations.

At some point during the night some pretty model starts to flirt with him, this of course is also not unusual, he politely tells her he’s not interested and thinks that’s the end of it, but she’s persistent and corners him again in a more secluded area, telling him to relax and kissing him. For a second Charles freezes, unable to think, and then he of courses pushes her off, but his entire night is ruined because in his head he just cheated on Max, who he loves more than life itself.

He has no more interest in any of the celebrations, he needs to go home and be honest with Max and beg his boyfriend for a second chance. Max for his part is completely dumbfounded when Charles comes home in tears (He’d been so happy just a few hours earlier? What happened? Who does he need to beat up?) It takes him twenty minutes to get him called down to the point of coherency and then Charles says “I cheated on you” and Max just kind of stares at him because that can’t be true. If there is anything Max knows for sure its that Charles loves him, and he loves Charles. They’ve been together for five years now and they’ve weathered everything together. Surely Charles won’t have thrown that all away in one night?

And then as Charles gets the whole story out, begging Max to believe him, he didn’t want to kiss her, he swears, Max finds himself getting upset for a whole new reason as he reassures Charles that not only did he not cheat, that was *assault* and if Charles would be so kind as to tell Max exactly who it was so he can go put the fear of God into her that’d be appreciated.

Hi Anon 🫂

Setting: 2024 Monza 🥳🏆🏎

Let's bring on the hurt/comfort!! 😭❤️‍🩹

Our poor Charlie thinking he's committed the most heinous sin in the world (i.e., cheating on Max) and basically cries the entire time he's walking home because he can't believe he just stood there and let her kiss him 😭😫💔

What happens if Max leaves him? After all, the Dutchman would be well within his rights to drop Charles like a hot potato and never talk to him again because he couldn't be faithful for even one night 😭 stupid, Charles sobs as he walks out of the elevator, I am stupid, so, so stupid.

He feels like a dirty cheater when he lets Max sweep him into his arms, when he allows his boyfriend to carry him to bed, cuddling and kissing and whispering reassurances the entire time. Charles can't help it—

He's greedy and selfish and he's terrified that this is the very last time he'll ever be able to have Max like this.

All soft and protective, promising to make it all better, begging Charles to tell him what's wrong. He buries his face in Max's chest and clings onto him, fingers bruising his boyfriend's pale skin as he desperately tries to memorize the lines and curves of Max's body.

He's shaking so badly that it takes him a while to realize Max has hauled him into his lap so Charles is straddling him, they're face to face, the brunet crying so hard that Max is now desperately kissing away his tears while vowing to bring hell down on the person who hurt him.

"I—Maxie, I'm—oh god, I'm so sorry I....I cheated on you." He finally manages between great, heaving sobs.

Max freezes.

And Charles blinks up at him, wet doe eyes and lashes damp with tears. "It was at the club, after you left. I went to a quiet area so I could text you and then she came up to me and started flirting. I tried to tell her I was taken and very happy with my boyfriend but she wouldn't listen—" His voice breaks but Charles forces himself to continue, hands curling into fists as he clutches his boyfriend's t-shirt. "She kept trying to t-touch me and tell me she was single and I told her I didn't care. I was going to leave and go home because she made me uncomfortable. But I was stupid, Maxie. I was so, so stupid. I didn't move fast enough and I just stood there like an idiot. I stood there and I let her kiss me—I shoved her away but she tried to kiss me again so I ran out of the club and I'm horrible and I cheated on you and I'm sorry, mon amour, I'm so sorry—please forgive me, I'm sorry—"

He feels lightheaded and completely discombobulated—Charles thinks he might pass out because the next thing he knows, Max is rubbing his back, whispering breathe schat, in and out, slowly baby, take deep breathes for me—

Charles clutches onto Max's shirt so tightly his knuckles turn white. He wants to squeeze his eyes shut. He doesn't want to see the love in his boyfriend's eyes vanish, doesn't want to see that soft smile turn into a dark grimace before Max shoves Charles off his lap and leaves him there.

Like the dirty cheater he is.

But as Charles is gripping the soft cotton of Max's shirt, he feels the softest kiss being pressed against his shoulder.

Green eyes fly open (Charles doesn't remember closing them) and he is immediately met with Max's tender, heartbroken expression that pierces his heart. He begins to apologize all over again but Max lifts one large, calloused hand—

And gently cups his cheek.

"Charlie...mijn liefje...oh baby, you didn't cheat on me." He says softly but clearly.

"But I—"

"Baby, you didn't do a single thing wrong. You were out, having a good time, and someone came up to you and tried to kiss you. You said no and they didn't listen. They ignored you, you didn't give consent, and they forcibly kissed you. They assaulted you and tried to do it multiple times." A quiet anger shoots through each and every word—the kind of anger that is compressed so tightly it only needs the smallest trigger to explode. "She hurt you and I wasn't there to protect you. Baby...Charlie, I'm so sorry, love. I'm so, so fucking sorry." Max's face crumples as his trembling thumb strokes Charles's jaw. "Forgive me, schatje. You didn't cheat on me, you didn't do anything wrong."

He repeats the words again and again but they sound foreign to Charles—completely at odds with the terror he initially felt at having someone else's lips on him.

"You...you aren't mad?" He finally manages to choke out, even though there are a thousand other questions storming his mind right now.

Max shakes his head adamantly. "Never." There's not an ounce of hesitation in his voice. "You didn't do anything wrong." He repeats the same words like a mantra. "I promise you Charlie, she was the one who did something she shouldn't have. And if you tell me her name then I'm going to make goddamn sure she never gets into another fucking club, restaurant, or cafe in Italy."

Hope and disbelief war inside Charles—he'd been entirely prepared to spend the night groveling and begging Max to give him a second chance. After all, he was the one who stood there and let a stranger kiss him.

But Max's reassurances and intense look...the way he spoke about the events...it's difficult for Charles to reorient the whole sequence in his brain. "Are you sure I didn't do anything wrong? That you're not mad at me?" He asks again because he needs to be sure.

Needs to know that when they fall asleep and wake up, Max will still be here, cuddling Charles in his arms and kissing him the way he always does.

Charles feels Max's grip tighten around his waist right as those soft, full lips press a lingering, adoring kiss to Charles's own tequila-stained mouth. "You didn't do a single thing wrong tonight, Charlie." He whispers. "I love you, I will never leave you, and I'm going to make you breakfast in bed tomorrow. I'm going to cuddle you and take care of you and when you feel ready, we can talk about this again and again—as many times as you want or need. Because you didn't do anything wrong, schatje." His hand moves from Charles's jaw to the back of his neck. "You're mine, my beautiful boy, my race winner. My Charlie."

first of all LEWIS P1 IN BARCELONA??? HELLO??

I literally screamed so loud.

But in the Uk on Sky Sports Nico Rosberg was hosting the post race interviews and the way they were looking at eachother 😍

It gave me an idea for a new drabble

so imagine after 2016 Nico and Lewis stopped talking for a while but they didn't break up since they'd already mated (A secret to the public since Nico didn't want to be judged)

but to the rest of the world it looked like they had broken up since they were both struggling with how hard that season had hurt them leading to them only ever talking about it cuddled up in one of nicos nests at night because thats where both of them felt safest and they wanted this bond to work.

It takes a good few months of not speaking during the day and talking it out at night but eventually they manage to work out all the problems from the last year and they both realise how easy life was becoming without the constant scrutiny on their relationship since the world was convinced they had broken up so lewis and Nico choose to keep their relationship a secret.

And keep it a secret they do.

Over the next 10 years from having 2 kids together to Nico adopting his grid baby (Max) to his grid kid getting mated and his mate (Charles) adopting Nicos grid grandbabies (Oscar and Ollie) only those closest to lewis and Nico know they are mated married and just as in love as they wrre at 16 if not even more in love.

That secret is kept until the Barcelona grand prix this year

Nico is so proud of his alpha for winning his first grand prix in red that after the podium before Lewis has more media duties Nico dragged Lewis into what he thought was a completely hidden Alley to give him a little ✨️treat✨️

Fans were already speculating from the looks they were giving eachother during the post race interview but the photo of two shadowed figures in a very compromising position was pretty much confirmation

But this is just omegaverse brocedes being my roman empire in the post race interviews 😌

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Hi 🍓 Anon & 💋 Anon!

Lewis Hamilton you are the 2026 Barcelona GP winner!!!! 🥹🎊🤸

And with Nico there?? Celebrating Lewis's first win with the Scuderia?? Something something red string of fate 😭🥹 my heaaaart literally exploded at Nico praising Lewis just—

Gorgeous mated Nico beaming with pride and joy at seeing his husband standing on the top step, his first victory in scarlet, and immediately realizing he needs to jump into his Alpha's arms and smother him with kisses 🥰

Imagine Nico, all glowy and pretty and dressed in strapless sky blue and sunshine yellow Yumi Kim summer dress. He's carrying the iconic Judith Leiber lemon clutch that was a birthday present from his son-in-law, Charles. Near the top of the clutch is a Strawberry Shortcake sticker that their little girl, Lina, had given Nico before her mama and papa left for Barcelona.

In the ten years since the 2016 battle, Nico and Lewis's fashionable penthouse finally became a home. A home filled with laughter, ringing voices, rowdy footsteps, and the loves of Nico's life filling the once empty space.

He found out he was pregnant with their baby girl in August 2017. He and Lewis had just tentatively reconciled after the turmoil and hurt of the 2016 season and Nico had been terrified that the pregnancy would be the thing to shatter the fragile peace. His mate was busy with reclaiming his world title and fighting with a rambunctious and talented young driver by the name of Max Verstappen while Nico was busy with his rising entrepreneurial career.

It was not the ideal time to have a baby and it sent the Omega into a panic thinking that his Alpha may not want to deal with so much so soon.

That was how Lewis found him, curled up in his nest, face buried in one of Lewis's old McLaren hoodies, and clutching at an old, beat up teddy bear. The same teddy bear Nico once gave Lewis as a joke but one that the Alpha kept for 20 years.

"Schatz...hey, schätzchen, c'mere—what's wrong, honey?" Lewis gently lifts Nico into his arms until the Omega is straddling him, eyes red and cheeks sticky with dried tears. "Baby...did I do something? What can I do to fix it? Tell me what I did and I swear we'll talk it out and I'll fix it."

At those words, Nico starts crying all over again.

Their martial therapist had insisted upon open and honest communication and both of them had taken it to heart.

And now here his Alpha is, using all the tools they'd been given to rebuild their marriage because despite all the fire and fury of 2016, both of them loved one another.

And wanted to make it work.

So with a shaky voice and terror in his heart, Nico's trembling voice fills the room: "I'm pregnant."

He expects shock. He expects reluctance. He even expects Lewis to shove him off his lap and walk away.

He does not expect his Alpha to cup his face and bring him in for a kiss so soft and sweet that it feels like their first kiss all over again.

"I love you." His husband whispers against his lips. "And I want this baby, Nico. Do you?"

"I do." He replies immediately, arms wrapping around Lewis's neck. "I was just worried that it might be too much. After...you know."

"Yeah," Lewis chuckles "I know, schatz. But it's us. You and me. Of course we'd patch things up and immediately add a baby on top of it."

They laugh, shaky and relieved, safe in one another's arms and, in nine months time, they welcome little baby Lina Rosberg-Hamilton in the world. Three years later, Lina's baby brother Emil Davidson Rosberg-Hamilton, enters the world on Valentine's Day, pink-cheeked and crying his little lungs out after an arduous 22 hour labor.

Nico adopts his grid pup, Max, while four months pregnant with Lina. His sweet boy had saved Nico after the Omega fainted under the hot sun and carried him to his trailer. His Max. Their eldest son who was so eager for cuddles and affection and who protected his family with his whole heart.

Nico and Lewis meeting their pup's mate, Charles, in 2020 at an outdoor picnic. The young Omega had been so shy and nervous at first but little Lina refused to let that go on for much longer.

She toddled right into Charles's lap with a handful of daises in her hand and refused to move. With her big brown eyes and chubby cheeks, she'd asked very clearly if Charles was going to be her brother's schnucki.

It was a silly nickname Lewis loved calling Nico and Lina had picked up on it as something romantic partners called one another.

Charles didn't speak German but knew enough from Max to understand the nickname. The young Alpha was getting ready to intervene when Charles lifted her up and said he very much wanted to be Max's schnucki forever.

Lina nodded her head very seriously and then said, "Okay. Max will give you lots of presents and you give him lots of kisses." She instructed solemnly.

Behind them, Nico's giggles were smothered in Lewis's chest as the Alpha's low, happy rumbles filled the air.

In 2021, Emil came in the world and Nico spent three weeks recovering in the maternity ward. The birth had been so difficult that Lewis and their pups had taken turns sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital beds, desperate to be near their wife and mama as Nico fought for his life surrounded by surgeons, nurses, and specialists.

It was the first time Max saw his dad cry. Lewis sat in a corner after his mother came and picked up Lina. He sat there, head in his hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Max walked over and sat beside his father, wrapping one arm around him. He wanted his dad to know he was here, Lewis didn't have to carry the burden alone.

Lewis didn't speak but he wrapped his boy up in his arms and cried, terrified that his love, his strength and his heart—Max and Lina's mum—would somehow pass away before ever meeting the new life they created.

Charles appeared not long after with blankets and pillows and nesting materials. He built a nest right there and for three weeks, they took turns sleeping there, waiting and praying for Nico.

And at the end of the third week, Nico awoke—and demanded to see his baby immediately.

Tiny Emil met his mama almost a month after his birth and then met his siblings and papa less than half an hour later when the entire Rosberg-Hamilton pack came tumbling in, bedraggled and in mismatched clothes, but eyes bright with tears as they saw Nico awake and conscious and cooing at the little bundle in his arms.

And in 2025, after Nico was introduced to Max and Charles's own grid pups, he began spending more time in the paddock, surrounded by his family and friends. Nico was a constant presence, sometimes not even as a commentator but a VIP guest at Red Bull, Ferrari, McLaren, or Haas. He brought his two children with him and they were almost always carried in Max or Charles's arms once they reached the paddock.

Nico gave Lewis his good luck kiss before every single race.

And in Barcelona, Nico grabbed his Alpha while he was still sweaty and flushed post-race, dragged him to the nearest dark corner, and climbed him like a jungle gym 🤭 Nico's legs wrapped around his waist, Lewis spinning them around so his wife was pressed against the wall, mouths connected and Nico's breathy, desperate whimpers of, "Come on Alpha, take your reward."

And—

How could anyone resist?

[Image Description: A blurry photo of Lewis Hamilton's back, still in his scarlet Ferrari race suit, eagerly kissing a gorgeous, familiar blond who's pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around Lewis, and his pretty sky blue sundress crumpled around his hips.]

gossipgridxoxo Ooh-la-la Barcelona, what's this I see? A rekindled romance or an undercover love that's been blossoming right under our noses? No one expected to see a Ferrari on the top step after a season of Mercedes dominance but even more unexpected? The very passionate reunion of one Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg.

These battling teammates nearly split Mercedes apart right down the center, with many suspecting a breakup post-2016 and a cold war that's been between them for almost 10 years.

But, of course, if anyone were to do the 10 year challenge and blow everyone out of the water, it'd be #Brocedes. Because 10 years ago they were feuding teammates and on track rivals who couldn't even look at one another during interviews.

Now? It looks like they have eyes for no one except each other.

Well—each other and their retinue of pups and grid babies 😉

His 106th career win and the first time he’s stood on the top step since Spa 2024 🥹 oh god I’m getting emotional 😭

🎉 CONGRATULATIONS LH44!!!!! 🎉

Hi Anon ⚔️

Unconventional Omega Charles AU: Prologue, Prologue II, Prologue III, Part 1, Part 2, First Nest, First Time, First Heat, Lion Unleashed, Omega Victory, Dallas Cowboys, Backless Tops, Party Kisses, Princess Treatment

Journalist ruthlessly insults Max and attacks his character?

Max: Whatever loser 🙄😒✌️

Journalist makes one minor unflattering comment about Charles?

Max: Guess what bitch, death is on the menu now 🤬☠️🫵

And when this journalist decides to insult Max's prowess as an Alpha, Charles is sitting right next to his boyfriend and our Omega is torn between smashing a vase over this slimy bastard's head or laughing out loud because Max doesn't need to compensate for anything 🤭

Max ending his public defense of Charles with: "And since you can't tell the difference between my performance on track and my personal life, I'll make it easy—when I'm with Charles, my Charles, I'm always winning. Next question." He snaps.

But I’ve also been thinking about the the Accidental Bitching au. Like Charles, newly turned Omega, being a good housewife and taking care of his guests, takes a maternal liking to Oscar and Ollie (and maybe eventually claiming them as his pups later on???)

And I would love a Loscar spin on the series! Logan, an already untraditional alpha who’s known and liked his best friend Oscar since forever, always so blushy and sweet around the Alpha.

and Oscar, seeing the way Max had turned Charles into his perfect Omega, decides that his Logan, who he’s been obsessed with since he met him, can do the same!

and their next hangouts just contain possessive, jealous scenting and maybe even a bit more…??

love you Nina!!!! -🌟

Hi 🌟 Anon!

Lestappen Accidental Bitching AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Pregnant Charles immediately latches onto Oscar and Ollie as his babies—not only are his nesting instincts kicking in at full force but he grows to love the two young Alphas who look up to Max and are always so protective of the Dutchman's Omega.

Both Oscar and Ollie are in awe of Max, not only has he successfully bitched Charles but the now retired Ferrari driver adores his new Omega status. He's constantly wrapped around Max, demanding his Alpha's attention and showing everyone what a good House Omega he is. Watching Charles makes Oscar and Ollie ache for the Alphas they've loved and wanted for years and as time goes by, Oscar's already tenuous control over his self-restraint snaps.

The McLaren driver sprints to Max and Charles's penthouse and pretty much begs the older Alpha to help him claim Logan.

His sweet, shy Logie-bear who shocked everyone when he presented as an Alpha.

our poor charles didn’t even notice, he would trust ferrari to hell and back, why would he check if the t-shirt they gave him was seriously his own? so charles ended up wearing lewis’s number on his body for the whole media day, because when someone from the press finally pointed out the thing to him, it was already late afternoon and charles didn’t want to cause any trouble for ferrari by wasting time going to change his shirt.

but max? max saw it even before charles, only after a the first few hours. when he heard someone from the press saying charles name laughing, catching his attention, and seeing immediately after his lover passing in front of him accompanied by lewis himself.

max froze, completely

his press officer immediately knew she had to drag his ass away if she didn’t want to witness a real-life murder and cause a scandal for red bull. max was kept away from charles for hours, till the sun went down on the circuit. and he was furious, absolutely fuming, people could almost see the smoke coming out of his head.

max was certain he would completely lose his mind if he didn’t get his hands on charles as soon as possible. he didn’t even care how the hell it had happened or why, all he wanted was to rip that shirt right off him.

so when at the end of the day max entered the ferrari garage to go to charles’s room, his charlie was so happy and so surprised to see him already there. he thought they would have seen each other only back at the hotel.

little did he know that max was this close to fuck him directly in that tiny room to remind lewis and the whole ferrari garage that charles was his

now i wondered what he would do to his boy, since max knew damn well that charles would have never done such a thing on purpose. but the fire born from jealousy was still running through his veins, and he had to extinguish it somehow. and he also had to remind to the whole paddock, no, the whole damn internet that lewis was absolutely fucking no one for charles. that charles was his, and that he belonged to him and forever will

Hi Anon 🙊

(Saved this in my drafts and forgot to post 😭 will be out for most of this weekend and next week but will try to update when I can!)

Innocent!Charles AU: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22

Ohhh Innocent!Charles my bby boy I've been neglecting you! 😭😭

As for Shirtgate '26? Oh my lord is possessive Alpha Max absolutely losing his mind 🤬😭🔪 How dare those idiots at Ferrari put his Omega in another Alpha's shirt?? How dare they allow Charles to walk around with the 44 emblazoned on his body when everyone knows Charles Leclerc belongs to Max Verstappen? Our Dutch driver is practically seething with rage by the time he's reunited with his beloved and by then?

Max is ready to claim.

Imagine Max, eyes dark, face flushed, post-race, stalking up to his innocent, doe-eyed Charlie who eagerly runs right into his Alpha's arms for hugs and kisses and snuggles 🥹 he's so happy to see his Maxie because they've been apart for one whole day and that's just too long in Charles's book ❤️💙

But the thing is, he's still wearing that damn 44 shirt.

A mix up caused by a newly hired intern who apologized profusely to both Charles and Lewis after someone pointed out Charles Leclerc was #16, not #44 😭

But that doesn't matter to Max.

Honest mix up or not.

Because his beautiful boy was photographed with the number 44 on the edge of his shirt when it should have been 33.

"Lovely boy," Max whispers in his ear, "I think you're wearing too many clothes for what I have planned."

Innocent!Charles is a shy, blushing mess as Max strips him of his team kit and wide legged baggy jeans. He's mewling in pleasure when Max presses soft kisses down his belly and pretty pink pussy that no one has ever seen except Max.

The sweet, syrupy slick that Max has become addicted to? That is for him and him alone. The way Charles's slim thighs spread open, desperate for Max to fill him even though his sweet boy always gets too shy to ask for what he wants?

The way he'll tilt his hips and whimper Max's name when he wants a knot in his tight little hole but won't verbalize it unless the Alpha spanks his pussy and sucks on his sensitive nipples?

God, Max loves treating Charles softly—

But he also knows just how much that tight little pussy can take.

When Charles limps into the paddock at the next race, it isn't just with a ring of love bites around his neck.

Charles Leclerc is collared and claimed. He walks in with a blue leather choker around his neck and a gold lion charm dangling right at the center. At the back of that lion charm is the number 33.

Beneath it?

Pour toujours 🦁

Collaring one's Omega is an archaic practice that isn't really in vogue anymore. It's now used as a fun ceremonial event at weddings or anniversaries but collaring is not a public event in the 21st century.

Max fully intends to rectify that when he wraps one arm around his Charlie's waist at the next press conference. Charles's legs are shaky, his pussy is so sore from taking Max's knot again and again that he's still leaking cum 🥺 our poor, sweet Omega is leaning against Max because he physically can't stand up by himself.

Not with the plug inside him and love bites littering his inner thighs.

Charles can only purr and nod when interviewers ask him questions.

Ferrari is helpless as their promising young driver flashes his collar to the world and lets his Alpha take charge.

#Shirtgate is completely forgotten in the wake of the now infamous #VerstappenCollar 🥰

This may be a little different of what you usually write but picture this:

Lewis being so focused on pampering his mate that his alpha instincts “forget” that Nico is also an F1 driver and cannot be eating all of the sweet treats that Lewis gives him. Nico refusing the next time Lewis brings an offering (Toto has already scolded him because he’s starting to get too big for the car) but then he sees Lewis sad face and decides that just one couldn’t hurt. Toto having to sit them down for a talk and Lewis has a fake innocent face while Nico is looking like a cherub while munching on Lewis’s latest gift, his fireproof or some designer dress stretching tight over his tits and waist.

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Hi 🪼Anon!! 🧁💓

Oh this is too cute!! 🫶🫶 Adoring Alpha!Lewis doting on his precious, beloved Omega by giving him the rarest handbags, the most gorgeous gowns, expensive real estate from all around the world, and, of course, a delectable little sweet treat every single day because Lewis truly cannot go an hour without spoiling his mate 🥰

Nico, being the Omega Princess he is, just runs into Lewis’s arms, giving his Alpha the sweetest thank you kiss before Lewis hand feeds Nico bites of cake or spoonfuls of gelato 🧁🍨 they then snuggle up in Nico’s nest to scent each other until they fall asleep 🥹

But the thing is, the longer they’re together the more obsessed and feral Lewis becomes. By the time they’re in 2015 our besotted Alpha is foaming at the mouth to pup Nico up and have lots of babies with him because his Alpha hindbrain is losing it. The constant proximity to his gorgeous, fertile Omega is causing Lewis to not just knot Nico until his mate passes out but also treat him as if Nico’s already pregnant 🫃

Which means constant pampering, lots of rich, delicious foods, and Lewis carrying Nico everywhere 😭 our Omega loves it so much but the rest of Mercedes?

Oh my god they’re freaking the fuck out because how do you tell your world champion driver to please stop feeding his mate so much yummy food because Nico’s lush curves and very tempting cleavage is getting them in trouble with the F1 weight regulations 😭😭😭