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Max falls first but Charles isn't far behind—within weeks the Omega finds that the place he feels safest is Max's apartment, curled up on the bed of the most dangerous underground fighter in France, sleepily snuggling in his arms.

Their first kiss happens after one of Max's fights—and it's a match that actually sees the Dutch Alpha getting beaten, bloodied, and bruised. He manages to win by the skin of his teeth even though he stumbles out of the ring heavily injured, ribs aching, and left eye swollen and bruised.

Max tries to call Charles, to tell him not to come over because he doesn't want the Omega he's in love with to see him this battered and beaten up. But it's too late: Charles is already standing in Max's kitchen, preparing all the Alpha's favorite foods and humming music from Swan Lake.

When he sees the Dutchman standing there, lovestruck and bleeding? Charles wants to cry but he knows he needs to make sure his Maxie is clean, bandaged, and well taken care of. He pulls out the first aid kit that he tucked into Max's closet weeks ago, orders the Alpha to strip and sit at the kitchen table, and then methodically cleans every one of Max's wounds, hands gentle but steady.

He fingertips trace over every cut, every scrape, and every bruise. Again and again, even after Max is all patched up.

Charles can't stop.

And when Max sees the first teardrop roll down the Omega's cheek? He can't help himself—he pulls Charles in, one hand cupping his jaw, and kisses him right there. It's a soft kiss—sweet and tender, almost shy with how careful Max is.

And he's done it in stunning style, battling not just his former teammate George Russell to the finish line but forced to fend off a charging Max Verstappen for the last 20 laps.

And he does it, by god he does it, and Nico is the first one who leaps out of his seat and applauds.

Tears streaming down his face as he watches Lewis breeze past the checkered flag, securing his victory. He knows just how difficult his transition to Ferrari has been, how everyone called Lewis washed up and tired and taking a seat that should go to a younger, hungrier pilot.

But Nico knew—he always knew—that you could never count Lewis Hamilton out.

And today, he showed all of them why.

He overtook Kimi Antonelli and refused to let the young driver pass. In an attempt to overtake, the young Italian driver attempted to seize the gap but lost control and spun out, crashing into the barriers.

As the other rookies attempted to chase after Lewis, the 7-time world champion reminded them why experience, patience, and knowledge of the track mattered.

Nico doesn't even notice how his fellow commentators have gone silent. Naomi hands him a box of tissues, Jenson Button quietly tells a few cameramen to fuck off, and Martin Brundle simply says that someone needs to go and interview Lewis.

And that person should be Nico.

Imagine Nico, dressed in gorgeous lavender Stella McCartney dress, high-necked, long-sleeved, and designed to cling to Nico's curves before falling to the floor in soft ruffles with one slit up his thigh, literally runs to the media pen, looking like a princess out of a fairytale as his dress flutters behind him.

The Omega journalist is breathless, rosy-cheeked, and so excited to hug and kiss his Alpha that he actually has to stop for a few seconds and remind himself to be professional. He can spoil his Alpha with kisses after the interviews are done and his mate is cleaned up and ready to celebrate in style.

For now, Nico just needs to keep a level head and conduct this interview with grace and decorum.

But while our Omega is worrying he might give too much away, Lewis straight up does not give a fuck anymore. He won Silverstone. His first P1 finish at Ferrari (excluding the sprint races).

And he wants to be able to grab his gorgeous Omega by the waist and celebrate with him.

Only him.

When Lewis's PR personnel brings him over to the radiant blond commentator who's staring at Lewis with tears in his eyes?

The Alpha barely manages to answer his question before grabbing Nico by his tiny waist and hauling him in for a kiss. The other drivers clap and cheer, some letting out loud wolf whistles while others yell out a relieved finally!

When our new social media admin looks up, he sees the amused expression of 4-time F1 world champion Max Verstappen smiling down at him, blue eyes twinkling.

Charles lets out a little meep! before blushing bright red and quickly trying to apologize, explaining Alice left her backpack in the car and Charles offered to get it for her but because the crowd was so heavy, he got delayed and—

Our nervous RBR employee is stumbling over words and trying to communicate just how sorry he is but Max is just...smitten.

Charles is so passionate and excited about being here at the race that he keeps going off on tangents about the paddock and Silverstone and its historic roots that Max is captivated by the beautiful Omega in his arms. Charles tries to keep a hold on the heavy backpack (filled with media equipment) in his hand but eventually it becomes too much and he looks down, face flushed, trying to figure out how he can extract himself from Max's (very warm, very safe) arms.

But Max notices.

And he doesn't hesitate to sling the heavy backpack over his shoulder while offering to hold Charles's hand. "It's a big paddock. Really crowded." He says seriously. "Since it's your first time, I don't want you to get lost. Besides," Max smiles, "if you're my new social media admin then we'll be working together quite a lot, won't we?"

And Charles? Oh he just melts. Max is so sweet and thoughtful and considerate, offering to show Charles around and hold his hands so he doesn't get lost in the crowd 🥺 our Omega is so grateful that he doesn't even notice that Max is blatantly flirting with him. He takes Charles down a long, winding path to the RBR motorhome and during that time, he insists that Charles call him Max and says that sometimes, the motorhome gets a little hectic.

"So maybe it's best if we just meet in my trailer? We can discuss my schedule there, what content needs to be filmed."

Charles blinks. "Really? You'd let me into your trailer Mr. Vers—I mean, Max?"

"Of course! In fact, you can use my trailer as a little makeshift office if you want. And I'm more than happy to work around your schedule, Charlie."

"Oh no Max, I couldn't ask that of you. Media day is about the drivers and I don't want to take up all your time—"

"You wouldn't be doing that." Max insists. He leads Charles down another path that will force them to loop around the paddock again, just missing the RBR motorhome. For the fourth time. "I want to do my part with the PR and Comms stuff. I know I've been kind of...reluctant in the past, but I really think we'll work together beautifully, Charlie." He winks, pulling Charles just a little bit closer.

The Omega swears his heart must burst out of his chest. He really shouldn't have believed all those silly gossip pages! Max was so nice and lovely and handso—I mean, professional.

No driver liked doing all the sponsorship work on top of social media obligations but Max wasn't trying to make Charles's life difficult. In fact, the Omega tries very hard not to blush, it seems like Max is doing his best to make Charles's job easier.

"Thank you so much, Max." He finally manages, unconsciously leaning into the Red Bull driver, their shoulders brushing. "I um, I was actually very nervous about today but you've made it so much better."

"Nervous? Now why would someone as dedicated and hard-working as you be nervous, Charlie?"

He bites down on his bottom lip. He doesn't want to tell Max it's because he was on Instagram all night, reading comments about how much Max hates filming social media content and would rather run laps than lip sync to a viral TikTok song.

But he also doesn't want to lie to Max.

He looks up, gazes into those clear ocean blue eyes, and says: "I was worried you would think all this social media stuff was silly." He admits with a pink blush.

Max squeezes Charles's hand. "I know I've been a bit of a dick in the past but I would never want to make you uncomfortable or belittle what you do. I think you're important, Charlie. So, so important."

Big doe eyes gaze up at the Alpha. Soft tanned skin, a hopeful smile on glossy pink lips. "You're the best, Max." Charles's smile widens, allowing Max to see a dimple on either cheek. "Thank you."

His heart feels like it might explode.

"No need to thank me." He replies after a pause, jaw clenched as he fights to keep himself from growling—from grabbing Charles and carrying him away to his trailer and kissing this beautiful angel breathless.

He'll do anything to keep Charles's smile directed at him.

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[Video Description: Max sampling a tray of British snacks. Sausage roll. Scotch egg. Pork pie. Chocolate digestive. Shortbread. Cadbury egg. He's got a jug of water to his left and an elaborate porcelain tea set to his right. "Do I have to drink this?" He looks at the tea. "Is there anything else I can drink with the food?" A giggle can be heard offscreen. Max's gaze immediately darts away from the tea set and fixes on a spot behind the camera. He smiles—and it's not his PR smile. It's a genuine, warm, real smile that makes his eyes crinkle. He rests his chin in the palm of his hand. "Well?" He asks but this time, he no longer sounds annoyed. Max sounds...playful. Almost flirtatious. "Can my amazing team find me something I can drink that's not leaf water?"

"Maxie!" A musical, chiding (but slightly amused) voice calls out from the back.

Max's grin widens. "What? You know a Red Bull goes with everything—even this stuff." He gestures at the snacks.

More laughter fills the air and Max begins to get up. "Let me just grab a Red Bull—"

"No, no," that same voice says, "I'll do it."

Music then fills the video as someone dressed in an RBR shirt walks over (viewers can't see his face but Max can—and he doesn't hesitate to start yapping). The RBR staff member pours a can of Red Bull into the tea pot and then pours Max a cup of "tea."]

redbullracing We tried. Max Verstappen in the #RBRSnackWars (we never got through the first round...) @/maxverstappen1 #Silverstone

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[Image Description: Max is sweating, flushed, dripping sweat. Shirtless. He's standing beside a treadmill in a huge, elaborate private gym and looks like he just stepped out of the car post-race. But what catches everyone's eye is the dark silver-black band on his forefinger. An Oura Ring.]

maxverstappen1 Pushing through the back to back sprints as we get ready for Spa next week 🇧🇪 #KeepPushing 🦁

User1 Max get a sponsorship deal with a jewelry company or...?

User2 Looks like he's wearing an Oura Ring @/User1

User3 huh...never thought max would go for that kind of sponsor but get ur bag king

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[Video Description: A clip of Max walking through the paddock at Spa. He looks annoyed as a Sky Sports journalist catches up to him, forcing Max to slow his stride. The journalist asks Max about the Oura Ring he's wearing. Instantly, Max's frown vanishes and is replaced a warm smile. "A gift," he explains, "from someone very special to me. He got it for me while he was on holiday, back home in Monaco. Isn't that sweet? He was thinking of me."

Right as the journalist is about to ask a follow-up question, someone calls Max's name and the Red Bull driver straight up stops in his tracks. He looks around him for a second, hones in on a figure, and then speed walks/runs over, leaving the journalist and cameraman standing there, both utterly confused.]

So when the third day comes to an end and Oscar is lying in Carlos's arms, the sunset spilling in as they recline on the enormous California King bed, the Alpha feeding Oscar bites of papaya and mango, our spoiled Omega princess looks up and asks if Carlos is going to marry him.

The Alpha can barely hold back his smile.

He knew it was fruitless hiding anything from Oscar—especially a 7-carat orange diamond engagement ring.

"You bought that ring just for me, right Alpha?" He asks (demands) with an arched eyebrow and slightly swollen pout.

Carlos chuckles as he leans in to kiss Oscar's forehead. "Who else would ever want something so specific and difficult to find, cariño?"

Oscar smiles, satisfied for a moment before frowning.

"If it's so difficult to find, how did you get one on such short notice?"

"Who says it was short notice? I told you yesterday, I am yours."

Oscar tries to remember what Carlos told him while the Alpha was bending him in half and thrusting into Oscar's wet, sloppy cunt for the third time that morning but he doesn't remember much aside from Carlos promising to knot Oscar until he was round and full and heavy with their first child.

Because what if Charles strutted into their bedroom one night all dressed up in black leather? Just this bodysuit that's strips of leather and sheer paneling. Oh! And the back of his bodysuit? A leather band around the waist and a tiny black leather thong to show off Charles's round little 🍑

And what if Charles was carrying silver handcuffs and a leather riding crop? What if he seductively walked over and told Max to sit with his back against the headboard? Lift your arms, Maxie, yeah, just like that.

And Charles cuffs him, arms spread, to the headboard. Max unable to touch Charles, unable to do anything but watch as his Omega slides down the bed, a seductive smirk on his lips, and takes the Alpha's cock into his mouth. Teasing him. Loving Max's gasps, grunts, and pants. How his Alpha begs Charles, baby, please and fuck, feels good, your mouth always feels so good schatje as his movements become erratic.

Charles nips at Max's hips every time he starts to thrust up because, "Not tonight Maxie. Tonight you listen to me or I'll make you watch as I fuck myself with my knotting toy again and again."

And the proud Red Bull driver, the world champion 4-times over, forces himself to stay still—biting down so hard on his bottom lip he can taste blood—before Charles finally takes him down his throat, no gag reflex, and the feeling is so good, Charles's throat is so perfect, his mouth wet and warm and fuck, Max needs to move. Needs to fuck that perfect throat until he cums—

But Charles doesn't let him. Instead, the Omega crawls up Max's body (he's naked—shirtless, pants off, no boxers) and whispers, "Naughty boy, you can't cum tonight until I do...and I think I'll start by riding this cock of yours."

And Max whines. Honest to goodness whines.

Because Charles won't let Max move unless he commands it, he'll bounce on the Alpha's cock like Max isn't even there, chasing his high. And every time Max disobeys? Every time he tries to thrust up into that tight, slick heat? Charles slows down, rolls his hips, and whips Max's thigh with the little leather riding crop he placed on the nightstand.

Each sting only causes the Alpha to leak more precum but he manages to stop himself. Because more than anything else, he wants to be good for his Charlie.

Hervé's foot is already on the gas pedal before Charles can finish speaking.

By the time they get there, Max is almost frozen solid. Hervé tells Max to please come inside the car, he'll get them some hot cocoa and snacks, just wait in the car boys—

Charles hauls Max onto the backseat, their thighs pressed together, before the younger boy realizes Max is still shaking. Teeth chattering, trying to hide it by making jokes or clenching his jaw.

He doesn't hesitate to push Max down on the backseat. He uses his own body as a makeshift blanket so he's lying on top of Max, chest to chest, legs tangled, faces only inches apart.

Charles worriedly asks, "Are you okay, Maxie?"

And the young Dutch boy only gives him a playful smile before his hands—icy cold and still tinged a faint blue—slip under Charles's jacket, sweater, and thermal shirt to press right against warm, tanned skin.

Charles yelps before squirming on top of Max, voice loud and whiny even as continues to lay on top of the older boy. "See if I ever help you again!" Charles sniffles. "I try to do a good thing and make sure you don't die of frostbite and you have the nerve to do that?!"

Max laughs, goofy and loud and a little raspy. "Sorry Charlie, just thought I could warm up faster that way."

"I'm not a hand warmer!"

"Could be. Your skin's so soft." Max mumbles, hands still buried beneath Charles's sweater, gently tracing little patterns on bare skin.

Charles lets out a soft gasp when Max's hands move a little lower, fingertips grazing the bottom of his trousers.

Glancing down, he sees clear blue eyes that are looking up at him, focused and unwavering. Max's cheeks are still pink from the cold but the Dutchman has shifted so his palms are pressed against Charles's lower back.

"W-what are you doing?" He whispers. He can't explain it—his heart is racing, his stomach feels strange, and when he looks down at his best friend, Charles feels the inexplicable urge to look away—cheeks flushed, blood singing.

"I...you're so pretty Charlie. I mean, you've always been so pretty but—this is the first time I've ever been able to look at you like this."

"...Like what?"

"Like...you're all for me." Max whispers and Charles feels like he's been struck by lightening.

Because Max...Max is looking at him like Charles is the only thing that exists. The only truth he can cling onto.

Besides, the Omega knows Ollie will celebrate with him later. It'd been the exact same way in F2, whenever Kimi did well and Ollie didn't, the Alpha always, always praised Kimi and spoiled him rotten with lavish holidays and expensive shopping trips. He always told Kimi that seeing him smile was the best consolation prize he could ask for. Back then, Kimi didn't know just how crazy he was about Ollie—or better yet, he knew how crazy he was about Ollie but just...didn't know how to act on it.

But things are different now. Ollie his Alpha and Kimi is his Omega, which means Kimi can finally drag Ollie into his nest and press kisses all over his boyfriend's chest. Really, it's a win-win in Kimi's book.

He's going to make Ollie's favorite pasta and order the blackberry crostata Ollie can't get enough of from the tiny bakery in Nice. He's going to build the warmest, coziest nest for his Alpha and then Kimi is going to slip into Ollie's faded 2025 Haas shirt and a pair of comfortable panties so he can properly snuggle his Alpha 🥰

It's going to be a night just for the two of them. He got confirmation from Oscar that Max and Charles will be jetting off to Saint Lucia for a luxurious (and private) Caribbean getaway (to lessen the sting of Monaco). Meanwhile Oscar and Logan will be flying to Miami for Logan's brother's birthday and then likely spending the next few days relaxing at Anna Maria Island.

Meanwhile, Ollie:

"I just want to take care of him dad, I want to spoil him and cherish him and let Kimi know how proud I am of him...he won Monaco and held off Lewis and—I'm sorry mama, I didn't mean—" Ollie immediately tries to apologize as he lays in between his parents. Charles has built a magnificent nest in Max's trailer so they can all cuddle together, the three of them comforting one another as the race finishes wraps up behind them.

But his mama only leans up and kisses Ollie's cheek and chin. "Don't apologize, mon chou," he soothes, "Monaco is a tremendous victory and while I am heartbroken about the brakes and the retirement...I know how much it means to win this race. And Kimi deserves to be celebrated."

Max rumbles in agreement and presses a kiss to the top of Ollie's head. "You handled this weekend beautifully, pup," he says, eyes gleaming with pride. "Every difficulty that came your way, you navigated with a maturity and grace beyond your years. Hell, I would've raged up and down the paddock after Ocon clipped my wing but you held it together, Ollie-bear. And I'm so proud of you."

Tears fill Ollie's eyes. "You mean that, dad? You're not...disappointed in me?"

"Never." Max answers immediately, no hesitation, no pause.

"How could we be disappointed in our pup?" Charles cups his son's cheek. "Our Ollie who always manages to outdrive his car and do more than anyone can imagine? Notre merveilleux Ollie, nous sommes tellement fiers de toi."

Ollie takes a deep breath and lets the tension in his body go. "I want Kimi to know he can celebrate and have fun and I will be there, cheering him on and loving him every step of the way." He glances between his mama and papa. "I love him so much I—" his voice chokes up, ever so slightly, "I just want him to know he's lovely and brilliant and I just want to see him shine."

Max tilts his head to glance at Charles and as soon as their eyes meet, the same slow, knowing smile appears on their lips.

"Do you want to know how I celebrated your mama after he won Monaco for the first time?" Max asks casually.

Ollie nods immediately.

He doesn't notice Charles blush.

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Ollie enters his parent's penthouse dressed in a sleek all black suit, his black button-up shirt half done, hair slightly mussed, and a VIP area at a private Monaco nightclub all booked for his Kimi. He's invited their family and friends to party with them for the night and tomorrow, Ollie is going to treat his gorgeous Omega to an extravagant shopping spree in Paris followed by dinner at L'Ambroisie in the historic Place des Vosges.

His dad had said to cherish and adore every inch of Kimi and that's exactly what Ollie plans to do.

He walks in, a sleek and perfectly wrapped dress box in his hands, and is greeted by the smell of Pasta alla Norma cooking on the stove, soft music fill the air, and a large, cozy nest all made up on the living room floor.

He follows the music and smell until he's standing at the edge of the kitchen, eyes widening when he sees his Kimi standing on his tiptoes, mixing a bot of rich tomato sauce while a tray of roasted eggplant and bowl of fresh basil rest on the countertop.

He barely manages to say Kimi's name before his Omega looks up. He drinks Ollie in, cheeks turning pink as a loud, audible purr fills the air.

"You're back, oh you're back amore mio—" He quickly turns the heat to a simmer and rushes into Ollie's arms.

The Alpha barely manages to place the dress box down before his arms are filled with Kimi. His slim legs wrap around Ollie's waist as his boyfriend leans in for a kiss.

"Tesoro..." Ollie doesn't know where to start.

But Kimi does. He pulls back, gazing into Ollie's eyes with nothing but affection and excitement. "We can spend the entire night in, Ollie. I made your favorite pasta and there's wine that Oscar recommended and—I just want to take care of you, amore."

"I...Kimi, baby, don't you want to celebrate tonight? You won Monaco, tesoro."

Kimi smiles. "Yes, we will celebrate. But later." He kisses Ollie again. "I just want to have my Alpha tonight. Want to scent you and cuddle you and love you, cuore mio."

Ollie's grip tightens, his chest tight with emotion and overwhelming love as he holds his Omega in his arms. "We will still celebrate you tonight, tesoro. And tomorrow, I'm going to fly you to Paris and spoil you the way you deserve to be spoiled. My race winner. My beautiful Monaco champion." He whispers adoringly.

Tears welling up in his eyes because he immediately knows he will never give up this pup—this beautiful miracle he and Max made—but he's terrified his Alpha won't want him anymore.

That he won't want their little family because Charles is just another driver in Formula Renault 2.0 while Max is going to be joining F1 in less than a year. His Alpha will be leaving him behind and entering a world that every single karter and junior driver dreams of.

He doesn't need Charles—Omegas will be falling over themselves to flirt with Max, celebrities will chase after him too, and soon, the Dutch driver will forget about the silly Monegasque karter he once dated for a handful of months when he was a stupid kid.

Charles's distress immediately wakes Max up, the Alpha embracing Charles and gently rolling them onto their sides so he can look at his beautiful love, face to face.

But Charles is sobbing now, tears soaking Max's shirt as he confesses that he's carrying their baby and—please don't love us mon amour, I know you can do better but I love you, I love you so much, please don't leave us—

Max can't contain the overwhelming love and joy that rushes through him when he hears these words. "Mijn schatje," his voice trembles, "my angel, my mate...how could I ever leave you? Leave our pup? You are my whole heart, the Omega I want to spend the rest of my days with, the Omega I want to grow old with. I told you I loved you when I was 14, Charlie. And I mean it, for now and forever."

And as Max speaks, he suddenly realizes how stupid he's been. How could he not have done this sooner?

He proposes to Charles, right then and there, two teenagers clinging to one another, so madly in love and knowing that as long as they have each other, they won't need anything else.

Max talks to Franz Tost, the Team Principle of Toro Rosso, and the wily old Alpha helps Max secure an apartment in Monaco before Jos can figure out what's going on. Lorenzo helps Max and his baby brother furnish the home with secondhand furniture in excellent condition.

Sophie and Victoria join them for two weeks to help Charles and Max buy baby supplies and maternity clothes.

They are 16 years old, terrified and exhilarated by what's to come, and surprising everyone around them. They walk hand in hand to the farmer's market, Charles cooks while Max cleans, the Alpha rubs his mate's feet while Charles scrolls through Instagram and Max answers emails.

They watch movies and buy rugs to furnish the living room.

Max surprises Charles with a grand old Steinway piano from Franz Tost's old friend who asked Max to "do him a favor" and take the almost pristine piano off his hands.

Charles gifts Max a portable sim after scouring online forums and websites for months to find the right one (and negotiating the price down).

The day Charles Leclerc meets Nico Rosberg is by pure accident. He and Max are going for a little afternoon picnic. His Alpha carries their picnic basket and blanket in one hand while the other is intertwined with Charles's hand. The Omega holds a large bouquet of iris blossoms and lavender flowers and the two can't stop kissing each other every few steps.

Nico sees them—and is instantly reminded of him and Lewis so many years ago.

It's 2014, things between the German Omega and the British Alpha are...on the rocks.

But seeing Max and Charles together? It makes Nico want to nurture their love and do everything in his power to prevent them from falling apart the way he and Lewis did.

He drives Charles to his OB appointments when Max is required to fly to the Faenza to prepare for his debut with Toro Rosso. Nico takes Charles shopping and shows the young Omega a world of luxury the young driver has never seen. But even surrounded by designer labels and haute couture, Charles smiles brighter when he sees something Max might like, or maybe a new toy for their unborn baby.

His scent is never sweeter than when he's talking about his Max (or his "Maxie" as Charles refers to him) and Nico can feel his eyes misting with tears at seeing how excited the young pup is to become a mama.

"Do you think I can still race in F1 after having a pup?" Charles asks Nico a few months later, when the young Omega is almost 7 months pregnant. "Maxie believes I can, he keeps saying I'll drive for the Scuderia and we'll battle on track and then come home to kiss our pup. It's everything we've ever dreamed of but...is it asking for too much?" He looks up, emearld eyes shimmering with tears.

Nico immediately moves to sit next to the young Omega, opening his arms for Charles to fall into as he begins to cry silent tears. All his suppressed fear finally coming out as he buries his face in Nico's chest and hugs the older Omega as tightly as he can.

"You should never have to make your dreams smaller," Nico soothes, "you are incomparable, häschen. A light that I have never seen, someone who is destined for a great future. And I believe it's within your grasp, but you must not falter." He says, voice firm. "Do not shrink yourself, Charles. Do not compromise your dreams because you are afraid. Max believes in you, and I believe in you, häschen. Now you must believe in yourself." Nico kisses the top of his head.

Slowly, feels Charles's sobs subside.

And when the Omega looks up, his eyes are red-rimmed but clear—a new found determination shining in them.

It comes as no surprise when, in 2019, Charles Leclerc is signed to Scuderia Ferrari, joining his old rival (and dear friend) Max Verstappen in the F1 paddock.

No one knows they're married, mated, and have an adorable five year old little boy named Louis.

But everyone does know that in 2018, while Charles was negotiating with Ferrari, Nico Rosberg was photographed by paparazzi running errands in Italy while holding a 4-year old pup in his arms.

A 4-year old pup with golden hair, round, chubby cheeks, and a penchant for F1 and Motorsport.

Lewis Hamilton is informed by his manager that Nico has a secret son but the Alpha doesn't believe it. Likely just internet gossip. No big deal.

But then—

On July 22, 2018, during the German GP, Nico appears in the paddock with a VIP pass and a rosy-cheeked toddler on his hip. (Max and Charles were both racing but would be spending a week in Germany with Nico, Keke, and Sina afterwards.)

Lewis has to watch as Nico sashays by him like the 4-time F1 world champion doesn't even exist. He has to watch as his ex-Omega presses kisses to the baby boy in his arms and calls him mein engelchen while the the toddler eagerly hugs Nico and glares daggers at anyone who walsk past them.

Lewis always knew their pup would be protective of their mama—and the thought of it used to make Lewis smile.

But this child isn't his and Nico's pup—it's Nico's child with another Alpha. Another faceless, nameless Alpha who Lewis despises with every fiber of his being. He's so blinded by hatred and jealousy that he doesn't notice that the child, despite being a golden haired toddler with clear blue eyes, looks nothing like Nico.

His features are all Charles—including that same dimpled smile.

But Lewis doesn't notice. And neither does the rest of the world.

Max and Charles plan to announce that "Baby Rosberg" is actually "Baby Lestappen" at the end of 2018 but after seeing how jealous Lewis is, they decide to push out the reveal date by one year and use this time to try and get Lewis and Nico back together again.

And luckily for them, Lewis doesn't need too much of a push.

He's already grasping at any and every chance to talk to Nico but the Omega is too busy with his grandchild and grid babies to pay too much attention to the Alpha who broke his heart.

But this only causes Lewis to try harder.

So while he's busy lavishing Nico with gifts, the Omega is convinced Lewis only wants friendship and decides he can work with that.

Baby Louis decides his grandmum deserves better.

The fact that Nico doesn't seem familiar with having him around. And it's not just because he's from 2011 but...Nico seems genuinely unused to living with another person.

Lewis initially thought his older self was away on a business trip but the more he thinks about it, the more absurd that theory is. The apartment doesn't smell like Lewis at all, he has no clothes or shoes or even a damn toothbrush here. Nico has an office but Lewis only sees 1 desk, 1 monitor, 1 laptop, and 1 keyboard.

How can two busy people inhabit the same space but not have a shared office?

Nico seems so eager for Lewis's kisses and stories and laughter but always turns mute whenever the Alpha asks him about their shared life now. Nico dreamily reminisces about their past together and his scent turns rich and bittersweet whenever Lewis mentions pups...

It makes the Alpha think—did...something happen between him and Nico? Something that caused them to separate for some reason or another? Was it about pups? Or living together?

Or marriage?

Because he'd initially thought they were engaged in the future but Nico doesn't have an engagement ring on the fourth finger of his left hand. And Lewis knows, no matter how old he's gotten, there is one thing he will never stop doing:

Spoiling Nico.

He would get his Omega the biggest, flashiest engagement ring (so Nico can show it off in public) and then gift his fiancée a smaller, more sentimental gemstone—a ring just for them and not for the cameras.

But his future self didn't give Nico anything.

And Lewis knows something horrible must have happened for him to stop pampering his beloved Omega.

A week passes.

Nico becomes bolder—more comfortable with holding Lewis's hand, press absentminded kisses to his lips, and go out for matcha and brunch. And one afternoon, after making love to Nico all morning, the Omega murmurs they should go for a walk at his favorite park in Beausoleil because the iris blossoms will be in full bloom.

Lewis agrees and together, they help one another get dressed. Lewis puts on the clothes they bought together during an incognito shopping spree and then the Alpha chooses a pretty little dress for his Omega to wear.

And that's another thing—Nico stopped wearing dresses and extravagant lingerie in the future. He wears elegant, beautifully tailored suits and keeps his bra and panties simple.

Lewis doesn't care—he thinks his Omega is the most gorgeous person in the world, no matter what Nico wears (or doesn't wear). But it struck him as concerning when the Omega shyly asks Lewis if he thought Nico was too old for the pretty clothes he used to wear.

The young Alpha had stared at him, utterly appalled. "Nico...mein schatz, you look stunning in anything you wear. At every age. You could choose to wear nothing but t-shirts and basketball shorts and I'd still want to pin you down and kiss you all over. You could walk out on the shortest, sluttiest little skirt and I'd fall to my knees and worship you."

"Even thought I'm...older now?" He asks quietly.

Lewis cups his face with both hands, heart aching as he realizes what's been going on:

No one has been there to reassure Nico. To comfort him.

To love his baby through his fears and insecurities.

Lewis is from 2011 and this is 2026.

This means that it might have been over 10 fucking years since someone cradled Nico in their arms and whispered I love you, my beautiful Omega, I adore you.

Some part of him wants to hunt down his older self and beat him senseless. How dare he neglect his Omega!

The other part of him knows that he needs to make up for lost time—he needs to cheirsh Nico for as long as he can because he knows (deep down, he knows) that something isn't right.

That this isn't the future he and Nico dreamed of.

Lewis can't quite articulate what it is that feels wrong, but he knows he needs to make the most of his time with Nico while he still can.

So they walk hand in hand out of the apartment, Nico laughing as Lewis leans in and playfully licks the spot of raspberry jam from the Omega's bottom lip. Lewis vaguely notes that they've never left the apartment this late in the afternoon, that they're walking leisurely down an unfamiliar hallway—

And that's when his body freezes.

Because standing there, right in front of the elevator, is his older self. Lewis Hamilton, 15 years older, and cradling a petite blond dressed in nothing but a skimpy white one-piece swimsuit with a large geometric cut-out around the waist.

"Nico..." Lewis breathes.

And that's when the unsuspecting couple turns.

He watches his older self's jaw drop as he sees Nico—older Nico—standing there in his short silk halter-top minidress and soft brown Celine sandals.

"Libeling?" Young!Nico calls out.

Lewis steps forward, ready to haul his Omega into his arms when he feels older Nico's grip tighten for just a moment before letting go.

He turns and watches as his bright-eyed, golden-haired beauty wilts into himself, looking as detached and lonely as he did the first time Lewis ran into him in the paddock.

Just as he's about to reach for his Omega's older self, he sees older Lewis suddenly walking towards them, one hand outstretched. "Nico—" He tries push past Young!lLewis but the Alpha won't let him.

His older self did something to hurt Nico.

Behind Older!Lewis, Young!Nico also runs forward, eyes wide with concern when he sees the mounting tension.

The four gather together, Young!Lewis sweeping Young!Nico into his arms while Older!Lewis stands inches away from the older Omega.

Aaaaand cue the events of Elevator Anon below! ↓↓↓