all about max and charles

Hi Anon 🥇

Personal Trainer Charles x Injured Max AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Max, standing triumphant atop his Red Bull after making a thunderous return, scything his way through the field to claw P1 back from Mercedes? Doing all this in the very first race of the season? Setting the fastest time on his last lap?

Ohh this isn't just a Grand Prix victory—this is a 4-time F1 world champion announcing, in real time, that the Lion Has Returned 🦁

All this is done while his boyfriend (yes oh yes, our roaring lion still gets a shiver down his spine when he remembers Charles is no longer his employee—he's his boyfriend) is watching from the MV3 garage. Charles, headphones on, eyes locked on the pit wall as he sits beside GP.

His face is unreadable, arms crossed, breathing even.

To the outside world, he looks calm as a cucumber. Completely reassured.

But to Max? Who knows his Charlie down to the marrow of his bones? His boyfriend's entire body was completely frozen, muscles tensed, and jaw clenched so tight Max worried he'd chip a tooth by the end of the last lap.

ive been skimming through your blog and im so obsessed with the way you write lestappen i adore them so much

im new, so maybe this has already been written and ive just missed it, but what do you think of innocent rookie charles being so determined to prove his worth (he HAS to get to ferrari next year no matter what) that when his drink system fails in singapore he just… doesnt mention it… and finishes the race in a solid p7, miles ahead of ericson. its not until hes driving the cooldown lap, blinking away the black spots that have been his steady companion for half the race, that he dares to open the radio and admit that he thinks hes a little dehydrated, and then in parc ferme he tries to get out of the car but his arms wont lift him up and his legs wont carry him and despite three attempts he slumps back in his car, eyes burning with humiliation as he opens the radio again to ask for assistance like a child, before the team can send anyone over though race winner max verstappen shows up, literally lifting charles out of the car and bridal carrying him to his drivers room to get him set up with electrolytes and lots and lots of water and ice packs, charles is dying of embarrassment, weakly claiming max should celebrate his win, hes missing the podium and his media duties and he feels so so horrified but max of course would never leave charles alone, he plans to have a very… enlightening… conversation with charles’ team when the rookie is settled about how the fuck they could let this happen in singapore of all races

Hi angel! Welcome to the blog and our crazy little corner of the internet 🤗♥️ I am so, so happy you sent in this ask because we absolutely need to pay more attention to our precious Innocent Rookie Charles!! This angel boy is the most adorable, naive, and darling little Omega who just wants to make his hero, 4-time F1 world champion Max Verstappen, proud 🥺

He's the sweetest babydoll who can't even begin to hide the growing crush he has on the outspoken Dutchman and...well...maybe um, maybe sometimes Charles thinks...Max may like him too? Just a tiny bit? 🥺😭

♥️ 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, 23

I can't recall if I've written this exact scenario but if I haven't, I'm going to circle back to it because this is just precious 🥹 furious Alpha Max being insanely impressed by what Charles has managed to do in that goddamn tractor Sauber gave him and also enraged that they were so fucking sloppy they couldn't be bothered to check the drink system?

Sure Kimi Raikkonen's driven multiple races without the drink system (and so has Max's own teammate) but sweet, doe-eyed Charlie who's in his first season being forced to finish Singapore while slowly suffering dehydration and overheating?

Max's is literally growling with rage before he even gets out of the car.

He shoves past FIA personnel, pushes past his own team, and snaps at the one journalist who tries to get a soundbite out of him. His voice is almost a roar as he tells them to get that goddamn camera out of his face because he needs to take care of someone.

Someone important to him.

And so the camera crew watches, dumbfounded and baffled, as Max Verstappen walks over to another car.

Another driver.

And bends down, moving so carefully that it looks like he's cradling treasure in his arms.

And in a way, he is.

He lifts the red-faced and utterly dehydrated Charles Leclerc from the #16 car and carries him to his own trailer, not even bothering to explain what he's doing. He's whispering soft reassures to the increasingly dizzy young Omega, telling him how proud Max is, how well he drove, how brave he is for driving Singapore in this heat.

With nothing to drink.

With no team to support him.

Beautiful boy, the Alpha thinks as he gently lays Charles down, I'm going to take care of you now.

Just imagine. Logan's left the grid, but he can't stop thinking of what he could have won if he was in a better team. Oscar and Logan don't really contact eachother much anymore. Oscar's been busy with his career and Logan has been harboring deep envy towards the other Alpha. Logan also wanted to lead the championship battle, he also wanted to have back to back wins. Why does Oscar get that but not him? But he can't hate him for long, That's his bestfriend, hating him would be an insult to the love he's been secretely holding since their karting days.

But he still can't rid of the bitter resentment. So he made a plan. If he can't be a formula 1 winner himself, he's going to f*ck a winner. Specifically, Oscar, his bestfriend. But Logan! He's an Alpha! an Alpha can't mate with another Alpha! You think that's stopped people before? Just look at what happened to Charles Leclerc, Max bitched him and now he can't even drive in sport anymore.

Speaking of Max, Logan will have a chat with him, you know, just talk about how eachother have been doing. And if in the conversation he asks Max for some tips on how to bitch an Alpha, that's between Logan and Max.

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sorry for disappearing for a bit, Love you Nina!! ❤️💙❤️

Charlesssss 💙❤️ how are youuuu? I hope everything's been well and it's so good to see you back on the blog 🥹🥰🫂

→ Logan's Glow Up Era AU: Part 1, Part 2

Unhinged Alpha!Logan basically deciding that if he can't win a WDC then he'll just fuck the new world champion until Oscar's whimpering and needy, his hole all stretched and sloppy, just begging Logan for more 🥺

I am also getting major Lana Del Rey vibes from this Dark!Logan, her song "Honeymoon" fits this AU so well I just—

There are violets in your eyes There are guns that blaze around you There are roses in between my thighs And fire that surrounds you It's no wonder every man in town Had neither fought nor found you Everything you do is elusive To even your honey dew

↑↑↑ Pure Dark!Logan with his lustful, covetous gaze, dressed all in black one hot summer day, "accidentally" bumping into Oscar and catching the McLaren driver in his arms. It's 2025 and Logan has one year to bitch the honey-eyed Alpha he's been in love with since they were kids karting around Europe.

Picture this feral, unhinged version of Logan who took one look at all the suffering he's endured and realized who gives a fuck about morality when it's never gotten him anything he's wanted?

Logan embracing the darkness he's been trying to fight off for so long. He's no longer the clean cut, All American poster boy who looks like he could star in a Ralph Lauren campaign.

Logan is now a fallen dark angel who looks like he could stab you as easily as he could kiss you. The aura of danger, of sheer unpredictability, that radiates off of him can't be ignored.

Logan Hunter Sargeant is embracing the predator that's been lying low inside of him—and it's a shock to everyone. Especially Oscar, whose usually stoic expression melts into startled bewilderment when he sees a tall, lithe figure dressed all in black pull up in a shining black Yamaha YZF-R1. The "apex predator" of the liter-bike class.

Logan pulls off his helmet and runs one hand through his slightly damp hair.

Black leather jacket.

Dark denim jeans.

Black motorcycle boots.

And an air of careless danger that makes every look, every gesture, seem lethal.

When Logan sets down his helmet and spots Oscar walking out of a nearby cafe, the Alpha grins. His Osc never had much Alpha instinct, but that was perfectly fine with Logan.

His pretty boy won't need any of that once Logan's through with him.

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It starts with a firm arm wrapped around a slim waist (hidden by a baggy white button-up). Logan tugs Oscar to his side as they walk inside the restaurant from a "catch up dinner".

Oscar tries to pull away at first but then Logan leans down, mouth against his ear, and whispers, "Let's not make a scene Osc. You're too pretty to throw tantrums, hm?" His hand moves up, fingers tightening across Oscar's rib cage.

Logan can see his Osc doesn't quite know what to do—after all, Logan's never behaved this way before.

But years of people watching have taught the American Alpha just how goddamn easy it can be to manipulate others. "Please Osc," Logan's voice turns gentle, his expression changes into one of gentle pleading, "I miss you. It's been too long since we've spent any time together. I just...want to be near you. Always."

Logan's grip doesn't falter, but those few sentences have Oscar melting. His sweet boy.

So few knew that beneath Oscar's surliness and calculated silence was a silk soft heart that could easily be pierced if you knew where to cut.

"Sure thing, Logan." The Australian Alpha acquiesces with a nod. "But how far do you want to take this 'joined at the hip' thing? Am I going to have to sit on your lap throughout dinner?" He jokes.

But Logan doesn't return his smile. "Yeah, if you want."

Oscar coughs, cheeks turning a little red. "Loges, that was—I was kidding."

The maître d' chooses this time to seat them.

Logan takes a quick moment to pull his arm away from Oscar's waist and relishes in how the other Alpha's expression falls for just a split second.

He smirks, and without another word, lowers one hand so it's tucked into Oscar's back pocket.

"Logan, the hell are you—"

"You've got a cute ass, Osc." Logan grins cheekily as they follow the maître d' to their table.

"What's gotten into you?" Oscar snaps, cheeks red, eyes blazing with confusion and annoyance and...

The faintest hint of lust.

Of desire.

"I just miss you, Oscar." Logan says lowly. "And I want to have as much of you as I can." He purposely lowers his voice, allowing a natural huskiness to come into it.

The same huskiness that appears after Logan's wrung half a dozen orgasms from the hired Omega he's sleeping with, when his growls have filled the room for so long that it's left his voice hoarse.

"We have the entire summer, Logan. You spend too much time with me now and you'll be sick of seeing me a week later." He tries to joke.

They arrive at their table.

"I could never grow sick of you, Osc." He replies easily, a charming grin lighting up his face.

Oscar's eyes grow spacey for a moment before Logan, like the gentleman he no longer is, pulls out his best friend's chair.

Dumbly, Oscar stands there until Logan grabs him by his wrist and gently tugs him down. "There," he hovers over Oscar for a moment, "perfect."

And Oscar?

Oscar Jack Piastri?

Logan’s Glow Up Era: Part 1

Trust fund baby frat boy Alpha Logan lives!!! Alright my loves, we’re going to fully embrace the glorious new Logan photo we’ve been blessed with and see how their little dinner date goes once they’re both in France…and Oscar sees just how fucking amazing Logan’s doing since leaving Williams 🤭

Just imagine this: Oscar picking up Logan in his custom McLaren 750S and he’s breaking traffic laws to get there faster but also high-key panicking because he desperately want this dinner to go well. He wants to reconnect and catch up and learn everything there is to know about this new, confident Logan who’s rugged, handsome, and—fuck, Oscar’s getting flustered just thinking about that wolfish grin he flashed him at the airport. When Oscar could only stare, wide-eyed with shock, as Logan ran his fingers through honey-blond strands and teasingly asked if he could drive Oscar’s McLaren.

In that moment, Oscar finally understood the appeal of being a Passenger Princess.

And with that revelation still ringing in the forefront of his mind, Oscar pulls up at an ivy covered red brick building with a charming pale granite fountain in the front. For a second, he feels like he’s stepped into an episode of Downton Abbey. He still remembers Logan’s sterile white apartment in Nice during the few times he visited—the plain furniture, no decor, the mismatched pots and pans because Logan couldn’t be bothered to decorate when his team was falling apart and he was the verge of losing his seat.

Oscar tries to swallow but his throat is bone dry. He barely manages to get out of the car without heaving because this feels like meeting Logan for the first time all over again. The teenage golden boy of the junior league who had a megawatt smile and fangirls chasing after him.

Oscar doesn’t even manage half a dozen steps when the dark green door to the front of the building swings open and out walks Logan.

Logan, clad in black denim jeans and an absurdly well-fitted black button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He’s carrying a shiny blue and silver wrapped package under one arm while the other holds a black leather jacket and his phone.

His hair is slightly tousled, like he just ran his fingers through it before rushing out the door, his scruff is marginally better than when he was at the airport and…between his lips, Logan is biting down on a pale blue envelope. He puts his phone in his back pocket and removes the envelope from between his lips before giving Oscar a wave, a dangerously handsome smile on his face. “Hey Osc, sorry I’m a bit early—I heard you driving in and couldn’t resist a glance at this beauty.”

Oscar watches as those vivid blue eyes trace the curves and dips of his McLaren 750S. He walks closer, footsteps crunching on the gravel, gaze completely locked on his car.

His car.

Oscar tamps down on the rising jealousy to say something. To start a conversation so he’s not just standing there looking like a complete dolt—

“You look good. Healthy.”

Logan glances up, one strand of honey blond hair falling over his forehead. “Thanks.” He gives Oscar a slightly lopsided grin. “Started surfing again. Picked up old hobbies and even got back to gardening.”

“You garden?” He blinks owlishly.

“Well, I used to as a kid. Haven’t done it as much since I left Florida but I got one of those planter things you can hook onto your windowsill and after that, it was game over. I have like three pots of marigolds and a container of begonias and I’m thinking of getting some daises too.” Logan says easily, not at all shy or self-conscious like he might have been before.

Oscar suddenly wishes they’d agreed to have dinner at Logan’s apartment, so he could see all the pretty flowers his friend had scattered around his home.

“Oh, and this is for you.” Logan holds out the shiny blue and silver package. “It matches your shirt.”

Oscar glances down at his pale blue button-up and white linen pants. It was an outfit Mae picked out for him to wear so he looked “semi-presentable” during the McLaren summer cocktail party that was held at a palatial Gilded Age mansion in Rhode Island.

“You look good, Osc.”

The words cause Oscar’s head to shoot up, spine stiff, as he realizes Logan is no longer looking at the McLaren.

He’s looking at Oscar from head to toe.

He struggles not to blush. This is just Logan—his friend. His former teammate. The same person who he used to sleep with—or share a bed with.

No, that sounds…they shared a trailer. Platonically. Back at Prema.

“Osc? Hey, you feeling okay? If you’re feeling sick we can reschedule.” Logan offers when Oscar stays silent for too long. He drops the gift, envelope, and his leather jacket into the passenger seat. “Here, let me feel your forehead.”

Oscar makes a sound that’s reminiscent of a strangled frog.

“Shit, you’re hot.” Logan presses his hand—rough palm, long fingers, big enough to wrap around Oscar’s neck—against his forehead.

“I’m fine.” He finally manages. “Sorry, it’s been…a long day. And—it’s good to see you. Really.” Oscar lays one hand on Logan’s shoulder, intending to give him a friendly pat when Logan suddenly pulls him into a hug.

“I really missed you, Osc.” He confesses in a low, hushed whisper. Lips right by Oscar’s ear as he holds him close. “I’m sorry about not texting—especially during the 2025 season. You were always my driver of the day.”

“Don’t blame yourself.” Oscar immediately chides. “I could have tried harder too. I could have sent you a voicemail or a basket of eucalyptus when I heard you were going to be driving in the WEC next year. I just—”

“Got busy.” Logan finishes, giving his waist a little squeeze. “I know. Same here.” As he leans back, the scruff from his chin scratches Oscar’s cheek ever so slightly.

He blinks rapidly to fight off the heat that’s threatening to turn his cheeks Ferrari red. Fuck, Logan looks…so good. “Well, come on then.” He tries to sound unaffected. “Get in the car and drive me around, pretty boy.”

Logan laughs out loud. “Me? Pretty? Oscar I barely had time to brush my hair. If anyone’s the pretty one here, it’s you.” Those sky blue eyes drink him in and Oscar forces himself to stand still. “All dressed up just for me?” He teases.

Yes. “You wish. Come on, I’m starving.” Oscar digs one hand into his trouser pocket and pulls out the key. “I’ll give you instructions while you drive.”

“And dessert back at my place.” Logan declares without hesitation. “I want to show you around. And you can meet Pam.”

Oscar is completely thrown. “Who the fuck is Pam?”

“My snake plant. She’s hearty as hell and just keeps growing.” Logan gives Oscar’s waist one last squeeze. “You should meet her before she grows larger then the apartment.”

“So…I’m basically meeting a newborn.” He deadpans.

Logan grins, opening the passenger side door. “You’re getting the full Logan Sargeant experience.”

“Dinner, dessert, and a night with your newborn.” Oscar rolls his eyes. “Romantic.” Right as he’s about to get into the passenger side, he notices Logan’s gift. And jacket. “Hey, did you want me to put this in the backseat?”

“Huh?” Logan’s already walking over to the driver’s side when he sees what Oscar’s pointing to. “Oh, yeah. You can open that later tonight.”

Oscar’s voice goes quiet. “I didn’t get you anything.”

“That’s okay, Osc.” Logan’s voice is surprisingly gentle. Oscar glances up to see the blond is leaning agains the driver’s side door, hair rumpled and button-up stretched tight across his chest. “I just wanted to spend some time with you, that’s all. You don’t have to get me anything.”

And—

How could Oscar forget? Forget that no matter what Logan wears or if he grows out his facial hair or looks like a runway model, he’s still the same kind, sweet, generous Logan from their childhood. The same person who took off his own jacket and wrapped it around Oscar’s shoulders one cold, rainy evening while they were waiting for their parents to pick them up.

It’s still his Logan, Oscar realizes with a jolt.

His Logan.

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……Oh my LORD 🥵🔥🪭😫 it should be ILLEGAL to looks this cute but also this fucking sexy??! The tousled, messy hair that looks like gold?? The black t-shirt?? The SCRUFF??! This is exactly how trust fund baby frat boy Alpha Logan should look and I am standing by it 😍😍

Please, everyone, do yourself a favor and gaze your eyes upon Logan 2.0, revamped and hot and goddamn SEDUCTIVE 😮‍💨

Whatever it is that Ford is feeding him is the exact opposite of what he had at Williams because my boy is AGLOW ✨🙂‍↕️

Picture Logan running into Oscar at the airport while looking this disheveled and gorgeous. Just—

Picture Oscar’s absolute shock because he hasn’t seen Logan since mid-2024 after he got dropped from Williams and pretty much vanished from the Motorsport world. Picture him standing there, bodyguards flanking him, gawking at Logan as he exits the plane, running one hand through that messy dark blond hair, muscles straining against a too tight black t-shirt.

He’s chatting with someone walking beside him when a fan nervously approaches, anxiously asking if maybe he could just take a quick photo, please?

Logan’s face lights up in a warm smile.

Oscar swears he can feel himself coming down with something. A fever. A quick onset flu.

Something that’s making him hot and bothered as Logan leans over and allows the fan to take a few photos before continuing to walk out of the airport.

Picture Logan realizing someone’s watching him and when he glances over…

He sees Oscar. Mouth agape. Arms hanging uselessly by his side as he stands in the private VIP area with his bodyguards, PA, and half a dozen staff.

But Logan only grins at him, wide and relaxed, as he turns to his companion and says a few words.

And just like that, Logan’s walking over with sparkling blue eyes and a smile that belongs on the cover of Ralph Lauren.

Or Estée Lauder.

“Hiya Osc.” Logan’s eyes crinkle as he smiles. “Been a while since we’ve seen each other. How’ve you been?”

Oscar’s jaw feels like it’s made of cement. “I…I’ve been well. Yeah, doing well. And you? You’ve been well?”

“Stellar.” Logan’s smile is practically radiant. How is that legal? “Headed to the office to check out the chassis integration for the Hypercar. It’s been a long time coming and I’m excited.”

“Right, oh shit, that’s—yeah.” Oscar nods along stupidly. “I thought Ford was in America.” He blurts out because he needs to say something.

Except his brain won’t work.

“It is.” Logan laughs. “But we’re in partnership with ORECA for chassis development and a whole bunch of other things.” Logan casually adjusts the strap of his backpack. His biceps…are very defined. “I’ve actually been in France more than I’ve been in the states.”

“Ah…huh?” Oscar manages to tear his eyes from Logan’s gorgeously muscular arms for a second to register what it is his ex-teammate and childhood friend is saying. “Wait, you’re in France?”

“More often than not.” Logan nods. “How about you? Where you headed?”

“UK. McLaren.” He responds automatically before cringing. Shit. He shouldn’t have been so blunt, should have just kept it vague and—

But Logan just shakes his head with a smile. “Relax, Osc. I know you’re still in F1 and I’m proud of you. Really. Almost texted you half a dozen times to congratulate you on winning the race.”

Why didn’t you?

That’s what Oscar wants to say. It’s on the tip of his tongue to ask but he bites it back down. Their friendship had been on mute since Logan was unceremoniously thrown out of Williams and neither had been great with maintaining contact.

Instead, he shoves both hands in his pockets and nods towards the terminal. “I’ll be back in a week. If you’re still in France, let’s get lunch. If you want. Because I’d…really like to see you again.”

Oh my god. Why…Jesus, why did I word it like that?

It’s really only due to pure willpower that Oscar manages to keep from cringing at how…needy he sounds.

Logan likely doesn’t even consider Oscar a friend anymore—just a former coworker and colleague who failed to reach out when Logan was at his lowest.

Oscar regrets not sending That Text. The one he’d drafted on New Year’s Eve. The one he deleted because he didn’t know what he was feeling and how to word the turmoil inside him.

Instead, he asks again. “I’ll pick you up.”

And Logan’s sunshine grin returns. “I’ll say yes if you let me drive that McLaren of yours.”

“Deal.”

“Really? You don’t want to negotiate?” Logan teases.

But Oscar doesn’t budge—not even when his PA nervously clears her throat because he’s going to miss his flight. “Nah, I think I’ll like having you chauffeur me around for an afternoon.”

Logan laughs out loud. “In that car of yours? I’ll take it.” He winks.

And Oscar’s heart does a backflip.

Going back to that Audi x Hyatt ad tho... It is LITERALLY PERFECT FOE THE ENTREPRENEUR NICO X DOWNTOWN GABI AU!!That au was based off that ad !!!

Nico and Gabi going on a conference and Hyatt is very onboard with some corporate romance 😍😍So on board that may have accidentally mixed up the reservations and end up staying in the honeymoon suite...Both would feel bad if either stay on the coach so they share....

even if nothing happens their scents mingle with one another and Gabi walks into the conference smelling like Nico...

That still doesn't deter some alphas from the gorgeous Brazilian omega though dressed so elegantly. .....Unfortunately for them Gabi is head over heels over this secret admirer of his and is unwilling to be with anyone...even Nico 🤧🤧

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Hi 🪱 Anon!

Entrepreneur!Nico x Intern!Gabi AU: Part 1

It's been a few weeks. Nico has successfully reassigned Gabi to the C-Suite to intern under the CEO directly. He still remembers how embarrassed and shocked this adorable Omega was when he learned that the person he'd been casually chatting with was actually the most powerful man at this entire organization 😭

Gabi had stuttered out an apology, practically tripping over his words, eyes wide with humiliation and fear before Nico (prompted by desire and fondness and maybe a touch of madness) walked over, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other gently cupping the pretty young intern's cheek. "Don't worry about it," he smiled with far too much warmth, "I liked our conversation, Gabi. And I hope we have many more."

His thumb stroked the boy's sharp jaw and he felt concern rise at how...painfully thin Gabi was. He really hadn't meant to blurt out the let's have lunch proposal so quickly but his heart...hurt at the thought of Gabi not getting enough to eat. He hoped they weren't overworking him or giving Gabi too many assignments this early in the internship.

He needed time to adjust. To talk with people. To get to know the company and the various departments.

So Nico took it upon himself to have lunch with Gabi at least three times a week. It was...an insane proposition. His actual PA had gawked at him, open mouthed in shock, because Nico usually took his lunch in his office, door closed, answering emails or taking meetings in between bites of his salmon bowl.

SK Hülkenberg Automotive & Tech was a multinational engineering firm with offices across North America, the European continent, and Asia. It's consistently ranked in the top 10 engineering and tech companies in the world and while not as big as Hamilton Enterprises or Verstappen International, it was still one of the most respected organizations in the industry.

And their CEO, their devoted, hard working, and plainspoken CEO who balked at even going to a nice restaurant for lunch on his birthday, now insisted upon taking his full lunch hour...

To dine face to face with his young college aged intern.

It was...well, it was certainly something. No one dared to protest this strange arrangement but when his PA brought him two salmon bowls the next day, Nico had said those could put in the fridge or given to another staff member to eat because, "I want Gabi to have a good, hearty meal. Something that's nutritious but also something he'll enjoy eating. And dessert needs to be ordered as well—oh, and some snacks. He loves Kinder Eggs and I think traditional Brazilian cuisine would be a good start."

And then Mr. Hulkenberg promptly closed his office door and told everyone not to disturb him unless it was urgent.

Or if Gabi had a question.

After that day, his PA was instructed to stock the CEO's private kitchenette with Kinder Eggs, Brigadeiro, Garoto, plaintain chips, and fresh baked pão de queijo from the very expensive Brazilian steakhouse nearby.

Gabi had no idea the picanha he was dining on came from a Michelin starred restaurant or that the ground beef and mozzarella pastel pastries were handmade just for Gabi by Nico's private chef.

A week after the whole lunch debacle, the whole city was drenched in a torrential downpour that saw Nico being chauffeured directly into the tower his company was situated at before hopping on the elevator to the 27th floor. When he got there, he saw Gabi exiting the elevator looking like a drowned puppy in his worn down button-up jacket that was too thin, too old, and didn't have a hood.

"This was my dad's," Gabi explained as he hung the worn garment on the nearby coatrack Nico had installed in his cubicle, "it's my warmest jacket but I think I start bringing an umbrella if it keeps raining like this. Cats and dogs and it's only July!" He joked with a smile before turning to face Nico. "But you look very dry and handsome today, Mr. Hulken—I mean, Nico," he corrected, "so I think today will be a good day."

Nico watches, tongue tied, as the Brazilian Omega cheerfully logs onto his desktop for the day.

The Alpha hadn't realized how...playful Gabi could get once he was comfortable around someone.

Playful and sweet and...flirtatious.

He should shut it down. He should draw boundaries and stop this foolish behavior. Like asking Facilities to install a Keurig machine in Gabi's cubicle.

Or getting IT to give his intern a work phone so Gabi could answer emails during their weekly ice cream trips and not worry about rushing back to his desktop.

Or buying Gabi a warm, heavy Burberry trench coat that was waterproof and wind proof and coupling that with a Burberry umbrella because what if the raincoat wasn't enough?

He knows it would be too inappropriate to sign his name so Nico, in a bout of complete insanity, declares the whole thing a gift.

From a secret admirer.

And the thing is, he really thought that would be a one time thing. Gabi needed a new coat, Nico wanted to give him something nice. For all the work he's done.

But the thing is, now that Nico has the guise of anonymity...he just can't stop buying Gabi presents.

A state of the art 360 degree fan with cooling technology after Gabi mentioned his apartment didn't have AC.

New running shoes for himself and his younger brother after Gabi limped into the office. The young Omega admitted his old sneakers were cutting into the back of his heel but he'll just pull his socks up higher, it was fine.

(No, it was not fine.)

A new Hermès backpack once he saw Gabi's old satchel had small holes along the seam.

Organic Turkish cotton beach towels after he learned Gabi was spending his weekend by the seaside.

A 35-piece stainless steel cookware set after Nico eavesdrops on Gabi's conversation with someone from Legal and realizes the reason Gabi brings such simple meals is because their old pots and pans could no longer be used.

Each and every gift is so carefully thought out, designed to be useful and helpful, and signed with the same cream colored card with words printed in elegant emerald ink:

Your secret admirer.

Is it any wonder that Gabi begins collecting these little notecards in the empty Celine shoebox his admirer had given him and his baby brother a few weeks ago?

Is it any wonder that Gabi begins writing back to his secret admirer—letters that he keeps in the same shoebox because he doesn't know who to send them to?

Is it any wonder that when Gabi is asked to accompany his ridiculously handsome boss on a week long conference to Paris that Gabi realizes...yes, Nico is handsome and funny and kind and caring...

But Gabi is in love with his secret admirer.

Okay so I was thinking another idea for the tradcouple brocedes au.

As we know,Nico and Lewis are very happy as they are *but with everyone kicking up such a fuss all the time about Nico it does make him feel just the tiniest bit insecure. Is just wanting to be a mama and a good wife to the love of his life really so controversial....?

•So, just here and there Nico starts making little changes to how he behaves and dresses in the paddock. He's usually always dressed in pretty pastels and cute dresses and rompers he starts wearing dark slacks and more "modern" omega clothes. Which Lewis finds a little bit odd, but doesn't say anything.(I'd say this little experiment maybe lasts a week btww)

•Not to mention,in bed, Nico starts asking to ride Lewis which is like??? Crazy because he is the most subby pillow princess ever and each time they've tried in the past it hasn't gone well let's say.

-Brief interlude in which Lewis starts noticing Nico's scent growing duller and duller as it goes on. He doesn't say anything but he's plotting a way to snap Nico out of it.....at first he was willing to indulge him a little bit but it's not like it's actually making Nico happy so as his alpha it's time to intervene.

And so it begins.....

•During driver meetings/debriefs Nico always sits in Lewis' lap without exception. But this time when the couple walks in together Lewis sits down and pats the seat *next to him* for Nico to sit down on. Lewis acts like it's completely normal. Nico's scent gets so so sad to the point the other drivers in the room can smell it, his eyes are literally nearly bursting with tears and staring forlornly at Lewis' lap. Lewis itching to comfort him but it's important his confused little wife understands what being an "independent omega" really is.

• And then it finally all comes to a head one evening when Lewis books a chef to make dinner.

It's the one thing Nico couldn't quite gilve up yet..... and then cue the sweetest melt down ever.....(maybe Nico could be nervous cause he thinks Lewis prefers him like this but I'm not sure)

🥢(has anyone claimed these yet if not :)

Hi 🥢 Anon!

Trad Wife Nico AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Trad wife Nico how I've missed you 🥹♥️

I loveeee this scenario you've presented, 🥢 Anon! Imagine this happening very early on in 2012 or 2013 🥺 because even though Charles only knows Nico as the lovely, pampered, much adored mate (and princess) of Sir Lewis Hamilton, the truth behind his confidence and decision to fully embrace his Omega desires and softness was definitely its own little journey ❤️‍🩹

I think this drabble can take place before Part 2 (where the entire 2016 grid tries to convince Nico that being an independent Omega is a "good" thing). This is the precursor to that failed scheme because it shows that in 2012/2013, Nico was more vulnerable and less secure in his relationship so he allowed the "advice" of others to interfere with his true dreams/desires 😭

Our poor Omega princess who just wants to be carried around by his Alpha and cuddled in his arms is now forcing himself to go against his natural instincts by "standing strong" and carrying his own handbag...for the first time since he kissed Lewis 😭😭😭

Nico wearing ugly pants and boring flats because "independent" Omegas didn't dress like fairy princesses in sparkly Blumarine mini dresses and strappy Aquazzura stilettos 😭💔 "independent" Omegas shouldn't love it when their Alpha grabs them by the waist and insist on a little "pre dinner taste" before they walk out the door 🥺

Nico's fighting back tears when he forces himself to stand next to Lewis instead of snuggling up in his Alpha's arms, head resting against his world champion's chest, pressing soft kisses to Lewis's neck as he answers interview questions. Nico sniffles and tries not to cry when Lewis walks ahead of him and doesn't even try to hold Nico's hand.

Honestly, the entire grid begins to feel sluggish and depressed because even though it's only been 3 days, Nico literally smells like death warmed over. That honey-drenched cherry liqueur fragrance that has Alphas growling with desire and salivating with want?

Gone.

The sparkle in Nico's eyes?

Not there anymore.

Rosy, flushed cheeks and soft plump lips that look perfect for kissing?

Poor Nico's been so stressed and anxious he hasn't had time to do any facials or beauty treatments because Alpha won't climb into his nest and knot Nico until he passes out 😭 he hasn't woken up sore and aching for 3 whole nights and that already has Nico on edge and close to breaking down.

But the final straw?

The last, tenuous bit of control Nico has?

It completely snaps when Nico gets home late one evening with groceries and flowers because the market had fresh lemons and mint and Nico was planning to make little lemon tarts and mint juleps tonight 🍋

But that's when he sees Lewis casually sipping a bourbon that Nico didn't pour (strike 1), reading a book on the loveseat (with no space for Nico to sit beside him, strike 2), and doesn't even acknowledge the Omega until Nico trots over with grocery bags in both hands.

"Oh, no need for that." Lewis smiles up at him briefly. "I've hired a chef tonight—he comes highly recommended by Felipe. I know how busy you are so I think we can hire a private chef part time? You know, someone to make our lunches."

"But...I make your lunch, Alpha. E-every day."

"Of course Nico, but I know you've got other things going on. I don't want you to think you need to take care of me." He turns away and continues reading.

Nico stands there, hands numb and heart shattered to a million little pieces.

He drops the groceries to the ground—

And begins bawling. Nico literally cries like someone's eviscerating him from the inside out—he sobs with trembling shoulders and shaky knees until he can't hold himself up anymore. Nico feels himself falling but he doesn't care—he'll suffer the bruises and injuries because the last three days have been hell and misery and he's hated every minute of it.

But strong, familiar arms catch him—the same arms Nico fantasized about for the three nights they'd spent apart because he wanted to sleep like a "normal" Omega. By himself. On his side.

Why was he doing this to himself? Why was he torturing his heart and destroying his relationship? All because some randos around the paddock told him he should?

Nico collapses into his Alpha's arms, clinging onto the front of his shirt, and he chokes out, "I-I'm sorry A-Alpha, I don't—don't want this a-anymore. I hate my clothes, I hate walking by m-myself, I hate sofas because I w-want to sit on you lap and—" Nico is crying so hard he can't talk any longer.

But Lewis doesn't flinch. He simply wraps his babydoll in a tight embrace, easily hauling the shaking Omega onto his lap, cradling his heartbroken princess and scenting him with soft nuzzles and gentle kisses. "I'm here, mein schatz, I'm here. Let it all out princess, Alpha will take care of you." Lewis kisses his unmarked mating gland. "Alpha will take care of everything from now on."

"I just want to l-love you." Nico hiccups, chest heaving with sorrow and relief and everything in between. "I want you to buy me pretty clothes and carry me a-and I want to make you lunch and dinner and give you massages after your workouts and bend over the bed so you can k-knot me until you're satisfied." His Omega looks up, red-eyed, tear-stained, and so fucking gorgeous. "I don't want to be apart from you ever again, Alpha."

Lewis gently cups his cheek, thumb wiping away stray tears, and without another word kisses his Omega the way he's been longing to for the last 72 hours.

His greedy princess immediately kisses back, hands tangling in Lewis's hair, legs spreading wide to straddle him. His pulsing core pressed right against Lewis's growing erection. "Come on, princess," Lewis kisses down his throat, "let's see how many times I can make you cum before you pass out."

The purr Nico lets out fills the entire penthouse.

maybe with a sprinkle of corruption kink on lewis’ end😵‍💫

Hi @shriimpyyyy my loveeee 🥰

Billionaire!Lewis x Innocent!Nico AU: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Ohhhh my word it's been 5 months (😭) since we last revisited our innocent secretary and his seductively "evil" boss who just wants to adore Nico forever and ever 😈💎🛍🔐

(This is going to take place a few months after Nico got hired 🤭)

What if pretty Nico (who's all rosy-cheeked with excitement) happily tells Lewis that he's finished all his assignments for the day, organized Lewis's calendar, sorted through the pending contracts by their level of urgency, and even filed all the signed checks to make it easier for Fiscal to review.

He's bright-eyed and so happy because, "Um, a friend of mine is actually flying in to see me for dinner and some drinks. Do you...I mean, would it be okay if...?" He trails off, suddenly looking very shy in his skin tight baby pink bandage dress that, while modestly cut and mid-length, clings to his every curve, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. On his feet are the sparkly René Caovilla strap heeled sandals that have been embellished with pink Swarovski crystals in the shape of mini hearts.

A little "early birthday" gift from Lewis.

And his lovely, sweet secretary wants to walk out of here, looking like heaven and sin, to meet someone who isn't Lewis.

I wanted to ask if you had written any drabbles about studding? I just think your Loscar would be perfect for it. I don’t tend to read that pairing, but you’ve opened my eyes.

I just imagine young Logan and Oscar wanting to be together for years, only to then have both of them present omega or omega and beta. I think Logan would probably assume “that’s it; I have no chance” while Oscar automatically is looking for the best way to handle the situation. Obviously, he knows they can date as they are- it’s the twenty-first century- but he’s always wanted to be able to take care of Logan the way an Alpha is supposed to.

I think eventually, Oscar ends up on some rancid subreddit where he learns about studding and is quickly encouraged by the community that this is his answer. Oscar sets his mind to it like he does every obstacle in life- without doubt or hesitation. He’s going to do this for Logan.

-🧸(if not taken)

Hi 🧸 Anon!

Welcome to the ask box, Anon! Please don't feel nervous! 🍪🤎🐻 This is such a 🔥🔥🔥 ask, especially since I've never written studding before! Please let me know if there are any glaring inaccuracies but my thoughts are:

Beta!Oscar who is hellbent on giving Logan the world and publicly claiming him for all to see learning about studding? Oh he's jumping in feet first, no hesitation.

He knows Logan wants him, that his best friend (and newly presented Omega) only allows Oscar to snuggle up next to him in his nest. That only Oscar has ever been allowed to kiss his mating gland.

That only Oscar has been allowed to see what Logan looks like when he's sick or tired or grumpy.

Logan's shown Oscar his old diaries where he used to write "Mrs. Logan Piastri" in sparkly blue ink and Oscar had promised Logan they'd be together once they both presented.

But then.

Oscar presented as a Beta.

Not an Alpha.

The forum he's stumbled on at 3 am while Logan was fast asleep in his nest, still determinedly clinging onto Oscar? A lifesaver.

Because Oscar knows his sweet Logie-bear had cried in the bathtub for half an hour beforehand, whimpering that Oscar was going to leave him for another Beta and never look at Logan again. He listened outside the bathroom door as his beautiful boy sobbed, worried that Oscar would grow to resent how needy Logan was with his heats and his constant scenting and clingy Omega tendencies.

Oscar could feel his normally cool facade fracturing to pieces as his heart decayed in his chest, turning putrid and rotten as he listened to his Logan's pained cries.

That was the moment he knew that he and Logan will be together—Oscar will never leave his sweetheart.

And Logan's mating gland will only be broken by Oscar, somehow, someway.

Now, thanks to the forum, Oscar has a plan.

There were several users who'd completed a process called "studding" where they managed to transition from their current secondary designation into an Alpha. The entire process was a multi-step headache but to those who were determined, it could be done.

Oscar had already purchased the specialty hormonal pills designed to restructure his Beta hormones as well as the injections he'd need after to stabilize the rush of Alpha pheromones that'd come over him. Oscar's natural placidity and calm demeanor meant he didn't give off any Alpha traits but those could be brought out by the presence of an Omega.

His body would gradually attune itself to protecting the Omega, providing for him, taking care of the mother of his pups in every way.

Oscar knows he already does these things and when he mentioned this in the forum, someone stated that Oscar was already ahead of the game because presenting as a Beta with Alpha-like traits wasn't as unusual as Oscar thought.

The sharpened canines?

The bulkier frame?

The desire to scent Logan despite Oscar not having much of a discernible scent?

It meant his body was already fighting his designation.

notbritney You already know who you want to love and protect and provide for. Don't let anything stand in your way.

This sharp reassurance was the final sign Oscar needed to dive in and—to quote Max Verstappen—go full send.

He sets his phone down and returns to Logan's nest, maneuvering so that he's spooning the Omega, Logan's back pressed against his chest as Oscar wraps his arms around his future mate's narrow waist.

Oscar grinds a little closer, feeling his body heat up.

His cock was...bigger than a Beta's. Not as large and girthy as an Alpha's but certainly wide and long and thick.

But Oscar wants to give Logan everything—including a knot, including pups. While Betas could get an Omega pregnant, it took a little while longer since the Omegas natural predisposition was to be claimed and mated by an Alpha.

And Oscar knows his blunt Beta teeth won't be able to etch a permanent scar into the side of his Omega's neck.

But he's not worried.

Oscar nuzzles his face into the crook of his best friend's neck.

The Lestappen comes in from when Max and Charles were karting. Obviously, no one knows their A/B/O status until they present during puberty, but everyone assumes pretty boy Charles is going to be an omega, and Max is an alpha. Max in a fit of frustration at the race being delayed after an argument between Charles and a bunch of rude older boys that were teasing him for his lack of future in racing, declares in front of everyone that Charles is promised to him and will race for however long he wants because they're the two best racers there, "can we go back to me winning this race" 😤.

Max and Charles don't present by the time Max is called up to Toro Rosso. However, Charles now an alpha sees the shocking and desparging headlines that Mad Max is an omega without an alpha about to debut with Alfa Romeo and must be thrown out of F1! He remembers that blonde little boy who claimed him without thought when the roles were reversed. It would only be fair that he also claim the beautiful and still impressive driver to make sure they do, in fact, meet as rivals on track. He has courting gifts all picked out, but when he arrives to the track for testing he sees Max with a "bite mark" (make-up or prosthetics) on his neck. A wave of anger and jealousy rises as he sees Daniel (😒) wrap his stupid tattooed arm around HIS omega's waist.

Anyways, sorry for the length. Thank you for writing all that you do

Hi @sciencefangal ♥️

I read this and instantly went, "Feral possessive Alpha!Charles would absolutely lose his mind and come charging in, banners raised, publicly declaring his intention to court Max despite him being 'mated'" ⚔️

Picture a gorgeous, pouty, Sauber rookie Charles (we're in 2018 here) who has zero morals when it comes to Max and decides to homewreck with impunity. It's even funnier when you remember Max isn't actually mated and the "mating bite" on his neck is just waterproof makeup carefully applied by a professional makeup artist every time he needs to make a public appearance.

The Red Bull personnel still remember the enormous fuss Max kicked up when they suggested that he mate with Daniel for real. After all, they both liked each other, Max needed to be mated if he wanted to continue racing in a top tier team (he already used up his 1 year grace period in Toro Rosso), and no one actually expected Max and Daniel to get married. Once he retired, Max could start dating and marry for love.

But the second this idea was proposed to an 18 year old Max Verstappen during his very first meeting at Milton Keynes?

Max threw a goddamn tantrum. Right in front of all the executives from Red Bull Racing and the actual Red Bull company, in front of all the engineers and scientists, in front of his race engineer and his brand new teammate, Daniel Ricciardo. "The only Alpha I'm going to get mated to is my Cha—I mean, I already have an Alpha in mind! He'll be in F1 soon, just you wait and see! He's so passionate and brilliant and you should see his pace over 1 lap! He'll be on pole every single race! He's the Alpha I want and if I can't mate with him, I won't mate with anyone!" Max threw his flat brim hat onto the enormous, glossy conference table, crossed his arms, and glared.

After that, it was agreed that Max would fake being mated to a rather hurt Daniel who kind of had a crush on the fiery blue-eyed Omega but...guess it was one-sided.

Still, Daniel always plays up their mating during public appearances and Max kind of goes along with it. He's not enthusiastic but at least he's not stomping his feet and throwing his hat around like he did back in 2016.

Everything goes on well enough until pre-season testing for 2018 rolls around. When Danny sees Max, the Omega is literally bouncing on his toes, impatiently waiting for someone while constantly checking his phone. Just as Daniel is about to make a joke about having ants in his pants, Max's whole face lights up in the most blinding, brilliant smile Daniel has ever seen.

It's a smile that could rival his own camera ready grin and it leaves the Australian Alpha a little stunned because Max is never excited to see anyone. Not even GP and he loves the British race engineer like his older brother.

"Charlie!" Max's voice carries throughout the studio, causing everyone to freeze.

In a blur of navy blue and red, Max bolts towards an approaching figure.

The overhead lights swing around until they spotlight Max and a lithe brunet dressed in crimson and white.

The stranger is...dangerously pretty. Almost angelic with his perfect features, big doe eyes, and sun-kissed skin that really should not be possible since they're still in the dead of winter.

Max practically shoves everyone out of his way to get to this mysterious Alpha and once he's close enough, the brunet pounces.

Even though he and Max are pretty much the same height, the rookie driver is clearly wiry and sculpted—he's all lean muscle and raw strength—and he picks Max up, physically lifting him off the ground, and spins the Dutch Omega around in circles.

Max's delighted laughter echoes throughout the room, head thrown back, looking so carefree and overjoyed that several people just stand there, mouths open, because this cannot be Mad Max.

Can it?

"Oh Charlie, Charlie I'm so glad you're finally here! You kept me waiting for so long!"

Daniel watches as those emerald eyes sparkle. "I told you I'd have a chance to push you off a race track again, chéri."

"No puddles this time." Max pouts as the rookie gently sets him down.

But his arms remain wrapped around Max's waist.

"And no disqualifications." The rookie adds with a rueful chuckle.

Max giggles delightedly, wrapping his own arms around the young Alpha's neck. "Oh I can't wait to battle you on track, lief. It'll be so much fun and once you're in Ferrari we can battle for P1 and see who wins the most races and after we'll get dinner and—"

The rookie leans in close, hand brushing against Max's jaw, as if ready to caress his mating gland when suddenly, he freezes.

Daniel watches as the rookie's entire body goes tense.

That's right, the Aussie can't help but think (with a bit of smugness), Max is mated to me. Well, sort of.

Just as Daniel is ready to walk over and pretend like he's Max's Alpha again, the rookie moves his hand to the back of Max's neck, fingertips playing with the dark blond strands.

"Have dinner with me tonight, cher." He asks (requests?) in a smooth French-sounding accent. "I want my very first meal as an F1 driver to be shared with you. My favorite driver."

"Of course!" Max agrees so quickly Daniel doesn't even have time to interject. "Where do you want to go? I can pick you up and after we can have dinner at my place...if you'd like?" A sweet shyness creeps into Max's voice. "I have a little bakery I always visit whenever I'm here and I'd really like to share that with you."

Daniel swallows down the bile rising in his throat.

Yeah, he and Max aren't really mated but he thought they were friends.

But the Omega never took Daniel to the special bakery he always visited when he was in Barcelona.

"I'd love to, mon petit taureau."

Daniel really wishes he spoke French.

But the rookie is already whispering something in Max's ear that has the Omega nodding enthusiastically. In a matter of seconds, they're wrapped up in their own little world.

"Careful there." Someone pats his shoulder.

It's K-Mag. He looks far too sympathetic for Daniel's liking.

"With what?"

"With that." He nods towards where Max is showing the other Alpha something on his phone. "Leclerc's a ferocious driver. He won F2, he drives like a demon, and he's known Max since they were kids karting around in Ghent. Keep an eye on that Omega of yours." K-Mag adds. "I hear Ferrari's already eyeing Leclerc for 2019."

"They wouldn't." Daniel glances at Seb Vettel and Kimi Raikkonen, both dressed in red.

Vettel's sitting in Raikkonen's lap, head on the Finnish Alpha's shoulder, casually dozing away.

"Oh they would." The Danish driver responds with a conspiratoral wink. "Word has it Raikkonen's looking to retire soon and Leclerc's too good of a talent to waste in Sauber. He's going to be the Prancing Horse's next big thing—and he's not shy about taking what he wants." He adds pointedly.

From across the room, Charles Leclerc playfully gives a little kitten lick to Max's cheek, causing the Omega to burst into shy, happy giggles.

Who the fuck cares if Max has a mating bite on his neck? Charles vows that he's going to bite over that ugly looking scar and win Max's heart by the end of the year.

After all, Max had claimed Charles years ago, when they were still teenagers fighting to make it up the ranks.

The scenario you wrote with Max in Charles’ nest was sooo cute. I imagine that, since Max was already in pre-heat when it happened, maybe the stress worsens his actual heat.

His scent has never been strong, the combination of strong scent patches and suppressants (which he has been taken since he was a pup because of Jos) normally meant others could smell little to no scent.

So, obviously, when Max shows up the next day to the paddock smelling so strongly of Omega, everyone assumes he was just… getting some stress relief last night after the P5.

Charles is the only one that recognizes it. Not only that, but he notices how much sweeter it is. He knows what that means.

But Max? Max won’t accept help, regardless of how much Charles tries to hint that he is interested in spending Max’s heat with him. His heats were always something to be hidden.

Cue Charles showing Max there is nothing to be ashamed of 🥰🥰

- 🐞 (long asks appear to be the norm for me, sorry)

Hi 🐞 Anon!

Omega Love Story AU: Part 1, Part 2

Please don't apologize 🐞 Anon! I love reading long asks and seeing everyone's own thoughts/perspectives on these AUs/drabbles! 🥰

Max thinks he can put off his heat for another day (there's a mandatory F1 x Rolex sponsorship event all the drivers have to attend before they're allowed to go home) and while he would usually dread his heats, this time, he actually feels a little better.

Because he got to spend all night cuddling and holding Charles. He got to kiss his pretty boy's bruised hands and scent him until the sun came up. He got to see how Charles looks when he first wakes up, eyelashes fluttering as he gives the cutest little yawn 🥹

He got to lay there, buried in his and Charles's shared scent, as the Monegasque Omega asked Max what he wanted for breakfast. He got to feel Charles's hands on him as the other Omega helped Max get dressed and brush his bedhead into something presentable.

He got to feed Charles bites of porridge with blueberries, honey, and sliced nectarines. He got to pretend Charles was his (truly his, the way mated pairs belong to one another) as they walked side by side and hand in hand to the Rolex event.

Everyone else gives him a wide berth and some even wink at Max, asking how his night was. If he was tired.

If he spent all night between a certain Omega's thighs.

Max is confused for half a second before he remembers:

To the rest of the world, he's still an Alpha.

An Alpha who smells like honey and warm winter berries because Charles scented Max back. He buried his face in the crook of Max's neck and scented the Dutch Omega even Max's breathing evened and he fell asleep in Charles's arms.

For the rest of the event, Max is in a daze.

What would it be like, he wonders, if he actually got to spend an evening with Charles? The two of them naked, Charles spreading those slim, golden thighs...

Charles teaching Max how to make him feel good...Max learning every sensitive spot on Charles's body...Max kissing every inch of bare skin...

And maybe (Max's face burns with embarrassment and arousal) Charles could also...touch Max too?

He's agonizing over fantasies that seem impossible and so distant he may as well be reaching for the moon. Because even though Charles cuddled him, even though Charles whispered all those, sweet beautiful things when he thought Max was asleep, what if that's just how Omegas comforted one another?

What if Charles was just being kind because he saw how terrible Max felt and didn't want to kick him while he was down?

Max is still moping, scent muted and heavy, when the Rolex event finally ends with a group photo and Max squeezes himself next to Charles.

"Meet me in my trailer, chéri." Charles whispers before turning and pressing the slyest, cheekiest kiss to the bottom of Max's jaw.

The Dutchman doesn't even have time to gasp before Charles is facing the camera again, giving the photographer a beautiful, dimpled smile before a few photos are taken and they're finally free to leave.

Charles's hand moves to slip into Max's and when the Red Bull driver realizes what's going on, he digs in his heels, stopping Charles in his tracks.

"Max? Oh bébé, what's the matter?"

"I..." Max feels like there's something stuck in his throat and the only thing that can clear it is Charles's honey-sweet slick and—

No! Stop it! He gives himself a rough mental shake. You'll push Charles away if you keep asking for more. You want to win him over? You want to prove yourself? Then stop being such a needy little Omega and show Charles how strong you can be!

The sharp, biting voice of his subconscious cuts through the fog of Max's pre-heat and he manages to speak, even though his voice croaks and breaks. "I need to fly back to Monaco right now, Charlie. Something's come up and it can't wait but I'll call you as soon as it's over. I'll meet you at your apartment and if you...still want me, then I'd like...I would like to date you. To take you on a date." He adds, words a little garbled because his pre-heat is hitting him like a freight train.

Max isn't sure why. He thought this kind of thing only happened if an Omega was in the presence of an Alpha? But Max has always been an anomaly there too—he's raced during his pre-heat and stood on the podium with other Alphas and he's been fine.

But for some reason his palms are sweating, his face is flushing, and his entire body feels like a live wire.

There's no Alpha nearby—there's only Charles.

His beautiful Charles. Who's holding Max's hand and gazing at him with those soft, spring green eyes that make the Omega's heart do backflips.

"I know, chéri," Charles's musical voice soothes him, allowing Max's inner Omega to settle down. "I know your heat's going to start soon and I was hoping I could spend it with you?"

Max thinks his pre-heat has scrambled his brain. "I'm...sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Can I spend your heat with you, Max?" Charles repeats again, words carefully enunciated and clear as a bell.

"I don't—my heat is...I'm not an Alpha." He replies stupidly, not sure how to communicate that his heats are terrible. He's whiny and needy and he'll cling to Charles so desperately, like a frightened kitten in need of comfort.

He doesn't know how to tell Charles that he'll leak slick everywhere, that he'll beg for the other Omega to touch him, to kiss him, to stroke his cock and maybe touch his wet, quivering hole because Max is a virgin but he has...toys.

And he'll ask Charles to stay.

He'll beg him to stay.

Whatever strength and resilience he's built up during the last few decades pretending to be an Alpha will be gone.

And Charles will see him as the pathetic Omega he's always been. He'd never want to look at Max again.

And Max can't risk that.

"Please," he tries to get his point across, "I'm not myself during my heat. I can't let you see me like that." Panic and fear emits from him in waves and Max watches as Charles's expression changes.

He understands. Max's heart breaks. I'm pathetic. And I've lost him.

He tightens his grip around Charles's hand, desperate to cling onto him for another few seconds before the Monegasque Omega walks away—

But instead, he feels Charles's lips against his neck.

He feels those slim but strong arms wrap around Max's waist.

And he feels comforting, soothing purrs reverberate from Charles's chest into his own heart. "Mon lion," his beautiful boy whispers, "I am not leaving you. I want to take care of you, I want to be there for you. And I want to kiss you, every inch of you, during your heat and outside of your heat."

Max tries to protest—honestly, he does—but the first wave of cramps hit and he doubles over, clinging to Charles with a high pitched whine. "Ch-Charlie it's starting, heat's starting, I need...I ah, I need—"

I hope you're doing well, i just want to start off by saying thank you for all of your drabbles and fics because this season has been tough -except Silverstone, which was glorious for Chalres and absolutely horrendous for Max, so when I'm especially down in the dumps I just come to your blog and re-read my favourite aus!

Speaking of re-reading I just finished You're My Dream Come True again and realised i have so many questions! Like what are popstar!Charles and F1Driver!Max up to now? Did Max ever find out that Carlos talked to Charles and admitted to purposefully keeping him away from Max? And what about Carlos and Lando? Are they still "in love" and did they realise how compared to Max and Charles no one is probably paying very much attention to them 😜

Anyway, I just again want to thank you for all your hard work, I can't even begin to imagine how much time and dedication it takes for the amount of time, care and love you put in to all the fics but I know I appreciate it so much! 🩷

Ohhh my goodness, thank you so much angel! 😭🥹🥰 this is honestly such a sweet, precious message and I'm so grateful to have the loveliest, most wonderful readers such as yourself ♥️

Honestly I want to say thank you to everyone who takes the time to read these little drabbles/fics (both here and on AO3) and for all the support and kindness you've shown 🥹 I know everyone's busy with real world obligations and it means so much to me that you'd make a little pitstop here to be a part of this community 💓💓💓 I'm so grateful to each and every one of you and I hope this summer (and this year!) brings you sunshine, warmth, and joy 🥰

(okay sappy rambling done 🙈)

→ you're my dream come true (aka, the pop star charles x f1 driver max with added fake dating & accidental falling in love 🫶)

(This is also one of my favorite AUs I've written so even though I'm tempted to give this an epilogue, I worry it won't live up to the rest of the story 😭)

But in my mind, Max was aware that Carlos purposefully kept Charles away from him. Years ago (around the time Carlos and Charles first started dating), Victoria went on a trip to Provence with a group of friends and brought back artisan crafted soaps, shampoos, and body oils, all infused with Provence lavender.

For some reason, Max had taken one look at the soft purple color and elegantly carved shapes and instantly thought of Charles. The pretty brunet singer with the big doe eyes and dimpled smile who Carlos paraded around the paddock every chance he got.

Max wanted...well, he didn't know what he wanted but he thought maybe Charles would like the soaps and shampoos as a gift. After all, Victoria had brought back a whole suitcase full and told Max to take as much as he wanted.

So he'd stupidly asked her to help him wrap some as a gift.

His little sister's knowing smile should have told Max something because back then, he wasn't 100% sure of what it was he felt. He only knew that catching a glimpse of Charles in the paddock made his day a little better.

That the few times Charles waved at him had Max feeling happier for the rest of the day.

Besides, Carlos was Max's former teammate. Surely it wasn't inappropriate for Max to want to...be friends with the other driver's boyfriend? Was that weird? Or strange?

Victoria had said homewrecking was bad but then added, "You're my brother I'll support your rights and your wrongs. Go get 'em, tiger."

So Max walked onto the grid carrying a pretty embroidered linen satchel filled to the brim with artesian soaps, body washes, shampoos, body oils (liquid and solid), and bunches of dried lavender tucked in between each product.

He'd walked over to Garage #55, already excited to see how Charles might react, and was promptly told by Carlos's team to please leave. He is not welcome here, this is Ferrari property, and Max is trespassing.

Max tried to argue, to ask if he could leave the gift with someone but every single staff employee shook their heads no.

When the Dutchman turned to leave, he saw Carlos walking in the opposite direction.

He'd heard everything.

And hadn't said a word.

That was the moment Max knew Charles wasn't just "shy" and "reluctant" to speak to anyone. Carlos had been keeping Charles away from almost every driver on the grid.

So fast forward to Ch. 2 of you're my dream come true and Charles telling Max about his conversation with Carlos, the 4-time F1 world champion simply rolls over, sweeping his boyfriend into his arms and kissing down the column of Charles's throat until the pop diva is pink cheeked with laughter. "Figures he'd try to gatekeep you," Max mutters, "but that didn't work, did it?"

"No it didn't." Charles declares with a great deal of smug satisfaction. He's lying on top of Max, their faces inches apart, and the Monegasque singer leans in for a slow, deep kiss. "If anyone tries to keep me away from you again, I'd hit them with my microphone stand."

Max bursts out laughing. "When did you get so violent, schatje?"

"Since the day I realized I loved you and wanted to spend the rest of my life loving you."

And when Max hears that? What else can do except kiss his sweetheart breathless all over again?

(Oh, and when Charles learns how Max tried to give him a special gift from Provence and Carlos stopped him? Our furious little brunet quickly arranges for a private family trip to Provence with both their families because, "This time," Charles declares, "you'll give me your gift and I'll give you mine. And no one will keep us apart again.")

As for Carlos and Lando:

Yes, some people were rooting for them to fall apart after Charles, the scorned ex-boyfriend, upgraded to another (and arguably) better F1 driver.

But the thing is, Carlos is a man who calculates risk, who knows the importance of public perception, who lives his life by statistical probability. He's an engineer at heart, someone who looks at the data and makes decisions based upon numbers and figures.

But the moment he met Lando Norris with his wide, cheeky smile and multi-colored eyes that reminded Carlos of the sea at dawn?

He knew every one of those calculations out the window and blew up his own reputation.

Just for a chance with playful, snarky British DJ who stole his heart without even trying.

Because even though Max and Charles got their happily ever after, so did Carlos and Lando.

can i add more to it? imagine charles is someone important in the society and in need of a personal guard, cue him going to an alpha detention center to "buy" a guard dog. his friends and family warns him against that because alphas are ruthless brutes (especially coming from a detention center) but charles—our lovely, stubborn charles—went against that warning and find himself the strongest alpha he can get (who is also very handsome). it also helps that max instantly being possessive over him, claiming charles as his angel sent from heaven. max is the perfect alpha that will do anything for charles

also i was thinking of a scenario where charles is meeting someone higher up and when they couldn't get the deal done, he removes max's muzzle and threatened to use his alpha with one single word, "attack" because of course charles trained him to attack on command (can you imagine how hot this is?)

so yeah, when asked "how did you manage to tame that alpha brute?" charles just answered with, "i trained him well enough." walk that alpha like a dog charles! and max being possessive back really determined this freak4freak relationship that they have (the possessive sex will be SO great)

sorry it's so long but i'm just so excited to talk about this au!

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Hi ⛓️ Anon!

alpha detention center au: want you

This is instantly what I thought of too!! Heiress Charles Leclerc who's the younger brother of affluent and powerful Beta business executive Lorenzo Tolotta-Leclerc and has been raised in lavish luxury all his life. He's the VP of Client Acquisitions at their real estate and architectural design company, meaning he wines and dines potential business partners and works to acquire and finalize multimillion dollar contracts with a variety of business associates.

Usually, it's a fun game for Charles—a battle of wits and wills—but after one negotiation fell apart, Charles only managed to walk away because Lorenzo forgot his iPad in the conference room and had to return to get it. Once he saw the horrendous scene before him, the Chair and CEO of Leclerc & Associates LTD basically declared Charles was getting an Alpha. He was going to make sure his baby brother was well protected and guarded at every hour of the day.

But even the usually perceptive and calculating Lorenzo never expected the sheer, devastating destruction Max Verstappen's devotion could bring.

Because the very first time Charles brings Max to a client acquisition meeting and the old Beta sitting across from him tries to touch Charles's bare legs? Max has him thrown across the room, one hand on his throat, and snarling down at the terrified engineering CEO. He's more animal than man, the way he growls that he's going to rip the hand that touched Charles off his worthless wrist and shove it down his throat—

"Max. Come here." Charles's smooth, clear voice arches across the room, completely at odds with the broken chair and violent scene before him.

The CEO is struggling to breathe, his wrinkled, panicked face turning purple as he begs for someone to save him. Right as black spots begin to obscure his vision, the punishing vise-like grip on his throat vanishes.

As the old Beta struggles to gasp for breathe, barely managing to sit upright as he clutches his chest and wrinkled dress shirt, he sees the monstrous Alpha (muzzled, wild, muscles straining against the black t-shirt that's been forced on him) kneel before the Leclerc boy.

The old Beta rubs his eyes, unable to believe what he's seeing.

The monster who'd tried to choke the life out of him is now kneeling, head bowed, in front of dainty, pretty Charles Leclerc. His legs crossed, sitting on the leather armchair, speaking softly to the Alpha at his feet.

After a moment of soft words and a gentle giggle, the Omega cups the Alpha's cheek and guides the monstrous creature to lay his head on Charles's lap. He strokes the dark blond hair, possessively cradling the beast.

The beast with sapphire eyes that now flutter shut, lazily basking in his Omega's touch.

"Mr. Nordson, shall we continue?" Charles asks lightly.

The Beta executive coughs, throat bone dry and eyes locked on the savage brute guarding the Omega. With tremendous effort, he manages to haul himself onto his feet, stumbling to one of the other, undamaged leather couches.

Charles gets every single thing he asks for.

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When they return home to Charles's sprawling penthouse with a gorgeous view of the Mediterranean Sea, Max expects to be punished. Not because his angel is cruel, but because punishment is all Max has ever known.

"No more outbursts, mon lion," his angel had instructed, after Max let go of the useless cretin who'd dared touch his Omega, "but thank you for protecting me, chéri." He giggled, dimples on full display.

Max had curled up at the feet of Charles's armchair, resting his head on his angel's lap, and dozing off for the rest of the afternoon.

His angel had cuddled him the entire drive back to the penthouse, purring softly as they lay on the backseat, Max's enormous frame almost smothering Charles completely as he enveloped his angel in his scent.

But now that they were home, Max wonders if his angel will remind him how disobedient he'd been.

A heathen.

A mindless, violent brute.

Max stands there by the doorway. He won't come inside unless Charles allows it.

But his angel only rolls those pretty green eyes and grabs Max by the front of his shirt—and tugs. "Inside, mon lion." His angel pouts. "We will eat dinner and watch movies and I want to hear more about your maman and your sœur cadette while we cuddle. And then I will scent you and you will carry me to bed, yes?"

Max's eyes widen slightly before blinks rapidly. To anyone else, this would be an expression of complete indifference. Stoic and cold.

But to Charles, who can read his Alpha without even trying, the Alpha is clearly stunned.

"Did you think I would punish you for protecting me?" He asks, sounding incredulous.

Max nods.

"Then you are both handsome and stupid." Small, warm hands grab Max by his shoulders. The little doll is still too short to meet Max's gaze so he stands on his tip toes, glaring up at him. "You are my Alpha, my protector and my brave lion. I know you only want to keep me safe, chéri. And I love that you do."

For a moment, Max can only bask in the sweetness of Charles—in his scent and his comfort and the way he touches Max like the Alpha belongs to him, body and soul.

"I don't care about anyone except you." He admits lowly. Even his speaking voice causes low rumbles to fill the room—almost like a growl.

But his angel's breathing picks up, his pupils dilate a tiny bit, and Max—whose instincts are sharp and dangerously astute—recognizes the flushed expression immediately. The parted lips, the rise and fall of each breath—

His angel is aroused.

Aroused by Max's natural desire to protect and keep him safe.

Without another word, the Alpha large, thick arms clamp down on his angel's delicate waist and in the blink of an eye, they're pulled flush together. Chest to chest, his angel's cheek buried in the crook of Max's neck.

"I am yours to command." His hands dig into his angel's soft, tanned skin. He wants, no—he needs to claim.

To mark him.

(Also, could we get Horner’s or whoever is TP at that moment reaction to how soft Max looks during his recovery? Would they be displeased or would a part of them feel protectiveness (especially if they saw how scrawny Max was his first season, probably Jos’s fault))

Hi Anon ♥️

Personal Trainer Charles x Injured Max AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Max and Charles having a wonderful day together, holding hands, strolling around Monaco, enjoying the sunshine and getting some fresh air. They've just finished a game of padel with Ollie and Kimi, went home to shower (and kiss), and are now enjoying a light stroll before dinner.

It's...simply lovely.

Until it isn't.

They pass by a small cafe and Max knows how much Charles loves his espresso and offers to get one for him while his personal trainer turned boyfriend (!!!) takes a business call. His Charlie rewards him with a light kiss on the mouth before pinching his ass and telling him to hurry back 🥰 Max is blushing, giggling to himself, and feeling like he's on cloud 9.

He's thinking of all the ways they can explore London together since Max is flying to the UK for some team meetings and Charles has asked to accompany him (as if Max would ever say no) when he sees a small, petite blonde walk up to his boyfriend—

And begins flirting with him. Flipping her hair. Hand on her hip. Megawatt smile as she bends forward so Charles can catch an eyeful of her cleavage. She's small and slim with a perfect hourglass figure and, unlike Max, doesn't have any...jiggly bits to be ashamed of.