all about max and charles

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Hi Anon 😎

Unwanted Intervention AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Bless you Anon for sending these!!! These are glorious oh my word 🤩

Protective papa bear guarding his precious pup (look at teeny little Nico with his adorable button nose 🥹) and!!! This picture is confirmation that Nico's glorious silky locks? Inherited from his papa 😎

Keke's ever present aviators, oversized jacket (in retro mauvey-brown too!!!), and the perfectly timed wind?? And the HELICOPTER in the background?? If that doesn't scream "casual day for the mafia don and his beloved only son" while the security team loops around their massive private estate then idk what does 😌

This truly might be one of my fave pictures ever 🫰 Keke Rosberg with one of the best mustaches I've ever seen, gold bracelet + gold necklace + gold rimmed sunglasses telling the McLaren TP to step tf off and mind his own goddamn business? Inspired!!

Keke in a full length fur coat, walking through the snow, and carrying a shovel? This Finnish mob boss just buried an uncouth and exceptionally rude Alpha who made his bby boy uncomfortable so Keke did the only reasonable thing: Dump his body in snowy alpine mountains where no one shall ever find him again 🤗

AND THIS ONE!! Ohhhh my god, tiny Nico looks like he could be a GUESS model!! Or a Ralph Lauren model?? Just look at him gripping on his papa's shoulders like, "Daaaaad, are you done with your latest business deal? Can we gooooo?" And Keke's all, "Just one more minute, kulta pieni, we're still working out the logistics of the sting."

Keke Robserg driving through Monaco on a motorcycle and decked out in a 3-piece suit? I fear no one else can match his swagger.

The ultimate "mob boss with his son" photo that Keke has framed on his desk 🥰 like "oh yeah, you're about to be executed for the crimes you've committed against my family but 🥰 isn't my little boy 🥰 the most adorable cherub in the world?" 🥰

Hi Anon 🤐

I've got you!! Secret Brocedes Baby AU is here!! 🐣🤫🥹

Little Elias Rosberg is smart as a whip, adores his beautiful mama, and looks like the spitting image of his papa.

The only thing? His papa is 7-time F1 world champion Lewis Hamilton.

In your new dark Charles Au does Charles have like an oh oh moment where he realizes he is in love with Max and then ups the spoiling? like does another driver tries to flirt with Max (Daniel or even Pierre for extra drama🤭 ) and Charles gets jealous, cue oh moment . Because I don't think my heart could handle Max being wholeheartedly in a relationship without really experiencing true requited love.

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Hi @alice-1633, @shriimpyyyy, and Anon! 🥰

Dark Alpha Charles AU: Prologue

Oh-ho-ho, don't worry!! Charles may have started this whole charade with the intent of eliminating Max as his future competition but even in 2015 he could feel some...growing interest for the blond Omega who was so eager for Charles's kisses that he'd sometimes wait up all night until the Alpha returned to their shared apartment.

"I don't like falling asleep without kissing you, Charlie." He'd confess, all shy and nervous despite the fact they'd been publicly dating for over a year.

It was admittedly a little intoxicating to be at the center of someone's universe like that. To know that he had another person waiting at home, counting down the minutes until Charles walked through the door.

It made some part of the Alpha crave more. To know that Max would always be there, waiting for him, wanting him, yearning for him. Charles has always been possessive of what's his—even as a child his teachers scolded him for his greediness and refusal to share the classroom toys with the other students.

But now, instead of a shiny red toy car, he has Max Verstappen kneeling on the bed, eyes so blue and happy at the sight of Charles stripping off his jacket so he can crawl into bed.

He decides he likes it—this control over the youngest F1 driver in recent memory. To know that while Max may be vicious and ruthless on track, at home he's the most doting little Omega, ready to massage his Alpha's sore muscles and press kisses down Charles's spine.

The night he realizes this is the first night Charles scents Max just because he wants to.

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And here's the thing—while Charles may think all his actions revolve around manipulating Max to his will, the second he arrives on the grid in 2018? He becomes hyper-focused on Max—not just as his on track rival but as his Omega. Try as he might, Charles can't ignore the fact that his Alpha has all but claimed the Red Bull driver as his own.

And Charles always looks after his own—especially now that Max is surrounded by a plethora of handsome, charming, wealthy F1 pilots who can offer Max far more than Charles does. It causes the Sauber rookie to escalate his "manipulation" of Max—the surprise date nights, the little "just because" gifts, the hour long scenting before they go outside.

Charles holds Max's hand everywhere, fingers threaded together, shoulders brushing. He tells himself it's a matter of control—he needs to be able to squeeze Max's hand and pull the Omega back into his arms. He needs to make absolutely sure Max doesn't try to wander off, even though Charles knows the Omega sticks to his side like glue, eagerly rubbing his cheek against Charles's chest like a sleepy kitten.

It used to annoy him, the way Max always trailed after Charles, one hand clutching at the hemline of his shirt or trying to link their arms together.

But now, after so many years, Charles is the one reaching for Max. He does it so often that it's become habit to lace their hands together and press a kiss to the back of Max's hand.

It becomes habit to wrap his arm around his Omega's waist and bring him in for a "see you later" kiss before they leave for their respective motorhomes.

It becomes habit to dress Max in his clothes so his stupid, smiling teammate Daniel Ricciardo knows to keep his goddamn fucking hands off of Charles's Omega.

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Their sex life had always been loud, passionate, and filthy in ways that made Charles smirk when he thinks about how thoroughly he's claimed Max. The sweet little virgin who now lays under him every night, begging for a knot in his pussy, his mouth, his ass. He's needy and so desperate for Charles's touch that the Alpha becomes addicted to Max's moans, his shameless whimpers, the way he lets Charles move him around like his personal plaything.

The Alpha never intended to find paradise between Max's thighs but after the Omega's first heat, Charles can't stay away. He covers Max with his marks—bruises in the shape of fingerprints, bite marks all over his body, hickeys that loop around the Omega's neck like a necklace of amethysts.

He pumps Max full of cum, one hand resting against the bulge of his belly as it swells with Charles's seed. A pup.

Once that thought enters Charles's mind, it simply won't let go.

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Charles tells himself he needs to get Max pregnant before the 2022 season so the Dutchman will be forced to go on hiatus, leaving the upcoming season for Charles to dominate and win.

He tells himself that it's for Ferrari, for the WDC, for Maranello.

But that doesn't explain why Charles buries his face between Max's thighs, eating out the Omega until he's red and puffy and twitching beneath Charles. He should focus on knotting him, on feeding Max fertility pills and dumping out his birth control.

He shouldn't be buying him pretty silk negligees and listening to Max's latest retelling of his gaming battles and sim racing adventures.

He shouldn't be making him breakfast in bed and feeding Max spoonfuls of spiced apple porridge because the Omega felt too sick to get up.

He shouldn't be cuddling Max like his, the Omega's back resting against his chest, as they watch The Hangover for the third time this month.

He shouldn't smile softly when Max whispers I'd also fight my way through Vegas if it meant getting back to you, schatje.

He shouldn't slip his fingers beneath the Omega's skimpy lace panties and slowly stroke Max until he's slick and warm and panting Charles's name.

He shouldn't kiss the nape of his neck and tell Max he wants to take care of him. Wants to spoil him.

And be with him.

The words slip out without Charles's permission and he tries to deflect, tries to talk about something else.

But Max heard.

And he turns around, eyes bright with joy as he tells Charles I love you.

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When the Omega takes his first pregnancy test on January 31st, 2022, he prays and prays and prays for one result.

Nico briefly mentioned all the alphas in the paddock chasing after him and it bothering his sensitive nose during a phone call to his parents, and Keke deciding that if Toto won't do anything to sort things for his precious princess then he will.

Cue all the alphas in the vicinity wetting themselves as soon as they catch sight of Keke and his cigar, and even Lewis nervously trying to prove that he's taking good care of Nico, while Toto continues to lose his mind

Hi Anon 👑

Unwanted Intervention AU: Part 1, Part 2

All the wonderful kudos to 🪼 Anon for creating this absolutely insane and gorgeous AU! 🥰

I love the fact that Keke (in real life) actually does look like an intimidating Scandinavian mob boss who would execute anyone who even looked at his precious princess the wrong way 🔪 just picture him in his bespoke suit, imported cigar, perfectly groomed mustache and goatee, and intimidating retinue of Finnish bodyguards walking up to the Mercedes motorhome like:

"Papa!" Nico cries out joyously as he rushes away from the enormous conference table where Toto, Lewis, and several other executives are seated to run into his father's arms.

"Aarre!" Keke's loud, booming voice echos throughout the room (and likely the paddock) as he sweeps his only child up into an enormous bear hug.

"What are you doing here, papa? I thought you would only be staying for a few days!" Nico is practically bouncing on his toes with the most radiant smile on his face.

Lewis watches, utterly besotted by the sight.

This is a dark Charles au! The ask abut Max observing the Leclerc family while growing up inspired me. What if Charles realized Max’s feelings for him after getting into F1 and using it to his favor, the Ferrari driver isn’t dumb, after 2021 he new that the only way for him to win a championship is by getting Max out of the grid, so he decides to take the matter in his own hands. By the beginning of the summer break he stars inviting Max to go out and soon enough they are courting, and isn’t a shame that the contraceptive pills Max was taking “failed” and now he’s pregnant? But Charles being the perfect alpha that he’s says that he won’t abandon Max and their baby, in fact he wants to mate with him before their daughter is born, and that’s what happens. So Max doesn’t compete in the 2022 season, and when he starts to getting back into his diet and gym plan so he can make his come back season, Charles starts to give hints about wanting another kid, it must be so lonely to be an only child, wouldn’t be worse for Max to come back only to stop a few years latter? Maybe it’s better to stop just once and then come back to his fullest. And one day Max came up saying that he is so happy with their family that they should have a second kid, so it’s his decision right? The only thing he doesn’t’t know it’s that Charles doesn’t plan to let him go back to racing, maybe after he has won enough championships Max can come back if a team would want him.   

Hi Anon ☺️

Dark Alpha Charles AU: Prologue, Part 1

(Side note: I accidentally had Charles becoming full on Machiavelli because in this AU he just starts his devious plan to ensnare Max and take out the competition early on. Like, 2015 early 😅)

This is so dark and unhinged and deliciously vile.....I love it. Oh my god, manipulative and ruthless Charles realizing the only way to return the Scuderia to glory is take out the competition in any way he can? Genius.

Charles realizing that all the other drivers can be taken care of on track but Max? His equally talented, equally ferocious rival who Charles has been racing against since they were acne-ridden pre-teens? Oh he knows he needs to be much more subtle when it comes to taking Max down.

He observes the brilliant young karter and sees how lonely he is, how eager Max is for approval, how he yearns to connect with someone—anyone—and have just one friend by his side.

Well, the young Alpha decides, he'll do one better. He won't just be Max's friend—he'll become Max's everything.

His closest confidant, his dearest companion, his boyfriend, his mate, his Alpha. Charles wants to consume Max, bones and all, until the Omega lives and breathes for Charles.

Until he steps away from the track, willingly, and Charles Leclerc stands on the top step of the podium, the WDC trophy in his hands, and the proud Monaco anthem playing behind him.

He'll do whatever it takes to win—and if that means shoving aside his initial distaste and swallowing his annoyance whenever Max yapped at him? If it meant "accidentally" brushing his hand against the young Omega's waist? If it meant stealing Max's hoodie on a freezing cold day so Charles can offer the Omega his own clothes?

It's all worth it, the Alpha decides, it's all worth it. To secure his future and his destiny.

Charles begins to seek Max out before and after each race, he begins to hold the other boy's hand and pull him into long, winding conversations that has the Omega's eyes bright and happy. The stupid boy doesn't even bother replacing his scent patch—it lets Charles know exactly how pleased Max is to be with Charles, talking to him, sharing lunch with him, just standing near him causes the young Omega to beam with delight.

Charles knows he's working on a limited time table—he's overheard rumors that Max is leaving for F1 soon, that he's signing with Toro Rosso and joining the grid in 2015. He'd initially planned to wait a few more months before asking Max out but he can't risk the Omega joining F1 and getting swept away in the arms of another ambitious Alpha.

Oh no, Charles needs to make his move now.

And he knows how sentimental Max is, knows how beneath that hard exterior is a young boy seeking the smallest morsels of affection, of an open hand who'll treat him kindly.

The Monegasque knows all this and it's why he saves up all the money he can to fly to Belgium, to endure the almost two hour flight, twenty minute bus ride, and another twenty minute walk to arrive at Max's doorstep. He knows no one else is home—except Max.

He made sure of that. Ever since he and Max began texting, Charles had begun to gently coax small bits of personal information from the Omega. He thought it'd take far longer to gain Max's trust but the other boy had been so desperate to have someone to talk to that he practically poured his heart out to Charles in the span of a few weeks.

He knows the code to the wrought iron gates, he knows where the spare key is kept, and when he enters the house in his slightly damp, crinkled clothes, Charles brings a single backpack with him.

Quietly, in the entrance hall, he sets up candles in glass mason jars and pulls out the silk flowers he'd spent months saving up for. He has one small velvet box that houses a simple gold pendant he purchased at a vintage shop, in the other box is a small container of tiramisu—Max's favorite dessert.

He texts the Omega to come to the front hall, that there's a surprise waiting for him.

For all his life, Charles will remember the way Max Verstappen's face lit up with the purest joy when he saw the simple little scene in front of him—the handful of candles, the bundle of silk flowers, the two little gifts. The Omega runs over, stopping only an inch from Charles. Tears streaming down his round cheeks because no one's ever done anything like this for me...ever.

"I..." Charles pretends to hesitate as he looks at Max. He can't risk the Omega outgrowing his feelings. So Charles clears his throat and holds out the small velvet box. "I know you've probably never thought about me like this but...I like you Max. I more than like you. And I hope you'll let me try and court you?"

He knows Max's answer before the Omega even opens his mouth.

"Charlie..." (god, Charles loathes that nickname) "Charlie, I like you so much—I...I've liked you since we first raced against each other. I um, I never thought you would ever like me back." He looks at the Alpha with stars in his eyes. "I'd love to go on a date you with, schat." He blushes. "Maybe...maybe lots of dates?"

Charles has to do everything in his power to keep from smirking. It worked. It fucking worked.

He leans in, intending to kiss Max's cheek but the Omega leaps into Charles's arms, causing him to stumble back before Max eagerly presses kisses all over Charles's face. It shocks him enough that he...lets him.

It's not entirely unpleasant, Charles decides. And even Max's little purrs are a little...cute.

Charles will do whatever it takes to win—but maybe, the Alpha decides, it won't be so bad to have a mate. Someone who'll stay with Charles forever, someone who will never leave him.

And as the years pass, as Charles competes in the lower series (his entire junior career being paid for by Max who cheerfully insists that his boyfriend deserves the best of everything), he keeps tabs on the Omega's career in F1 with obsessive levels of scrutiny. They move in together in 2017 and one year later, Charles signs to Sauber.

And then, to a struggling Ferrari in 2019.

But it's only after the 2021 season that Charles realizes that (1) Max is now his biggest competitor, far more than Hamilton or Alonso, and (2) Ferrari has a shot at the championship in 2022.

He has exactly three months to get Max pregnant, to mate him, to get the Omega barefoot and round and aching for Charles's knot more than he aches for a race win.

The Alpha's laid the groundwork years ago—he's Max's beloved boyfriend, his much adored "Charlie" who the Omega kisses after each race and who has, for the last few months, been not so subtly hinting he'd like a mating bite from.

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.

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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."