Charles Leclerc

Max truly hates Formula One race weekends. Running his own coffee shop isn’t going to make him rich any time soon, but it is enough for the quiet life he so desperately wanted when he ran away from home at fourteen without ever looking back. Unfortunately, not even his wonderful friends who were willing to jump onto a sinking ship just to keep Max company as he drowned changed the fact that his week was going to be hell. or: in a world where max has tried his very damn best to leave the world of formula one in the past, it comes stumbling back into his life one thursday in august and reels him back in.

Max Verstappen's life turned around in a short span of a month when he joined the Hamilton-pack. They have been together for fifteen years and a lot of trauma can fit into that time span but so can love. But how did the pack come to be? What are their stories? //can be read as a standalone

“You know… Those posters for missing cats and dogs always include some sort of reward.” “Are you asking me for money?” Charles asks, sounding utterly bewildered. Max cackles loudly, and it comes out a little hysterical. “No, Charles. I meant—” “Ah,” Charles says, and then, without any hesitation, drops to his knees between Max’s legs, hands reaching for his belt. or; a fat tabby cat, a presumptuous bottom, a ski trip, and an endeared max verstappen.

Max's life was never easy, but that was nothing new. When he finally won the title and became a World Champion, everything seemed fine, untill it wasn't.

Distantly Charles was aware of Brundle talking about odds on screen, that no one that young had ever won before and how strange it was that no one from District 2 had volunteered in his place. A departure from tradition indeed. Charles knew better though. Knew how Max was raised and knew that it was to be a Victor, that if no one from District 2 had volunteered it meant that Max was already the best The Academy had to offer. He only hoped it would be enough. Or: The one where Max is a Victor, Charles is a Tribute, and they might have fallen in love years ago.

He never would have thought that stupidly standing up to Max so he wouldn’t start a fight with Charles’ teammate would lead to the omega being asked on a date by his childhood crush.

Charles accidentally knocks Max down in the corridor and almost instantly recognises that Max is in little headspace and needs looking after.

Oscar can vividly remember the first time he killed someone. He hadn't meant to, it was an accident at first. He only wanted to scare the girl. To give her a warning to stay away and keep her disgusting hands off of Lando Norris. But the adrenaline had spiked through his veins, sending him into a euphoric high, and the more blood that spilled, the higher the rush. It felt so good, too good. OR In a small town, everyone has their secrets. It just so happens this small town is full of the most twisted ones.

George was so focused on his crochet hooks and on finishing the latest round of stitches that he didn’t realise right away that an alpha was standing in front of him. It was only when he paused and repositioned the ball of soft blue wool that the scent of luxury moisturising cream and lead pencil penetrated.

“Is this a thing now?” Lando grins, leans on the counter and tips closer, “maybe. Would you like it to be?” Oscar bites his lip and flushes a little – which is an image Lando is not going to stop thinking about for the next five hours – considering. Lando distantly wonders what pros and cons he’s weighing. After a few agonising seconds, he shrugs. “Sure. Keeps things interesting.” Lando is absolutely going to take that. Lando is completely normal about the cute barista working at his local coffee shop. So normal, in fact, that he creates a points system based on how flustered Oscar gets over his pickup lines.