#wygig: max

[ladysomething]

Max freaking out after seeing charles holding a baby is everything to me. Like i think about it all the time he just loves charles so much and it’s so obvious that he wants that future with him🥹 cuties

Max: I'm totally normal about Charles

Max after seeing him holding a child: that is the love of my life the mother of my children I want to grow old with him and raise our kids together

[loquarocoeur]

ALSO ABOUT WYGIG! MAX SAYING I LOVE YOU BECAUSE HE THOUGHT CHARLES WAS SLEEPING IN THE LAST CHAPTER?? HELLOOOO? that scene had me screaming into mu pillow at 1am

I DIED the sheer amount of feelings this lady has put me through just for me to find out she isn't even nearly finished yet should be illegal (i love her so much i could kiss her)

[saiyanwitcher]

I just wanted to say I came from wygig and started reading your other works and pod is so good!!!!!!! It’s so different from anything else I’ve read. I’m excited for more chapters! what exactly made you want to write this? And what can we expect with the next chapters?

Hi Anon!

Firstly, welcome ❤️ so glad you stopped by from wygig. It's such a fun project and I love working on it with @ladysomething!

As for what made me want to write POD, after beta reading for Maddie and a few others who encouraged me to try writing something of my own, this story just kind of grew in my mind very quickly. I'm glad to hear that it's different because really . . . that's what I was going for. This fandom has so many amazing authors and works, I wanted to do something that was geared more towards the hardcore angst girlies. I live for angst, that deep chest ache that it gives me, and I'm specifically writing POD to do just that. (Yes, I am a very self-aware masochist)

For what to expect? Well . . . 😅 the next few immediate chapters of 18 and 19 are going to be some tough ones in regards to the heavy themes, but I'm really happy with how they turned out in final draft. 18 will be diving more into George, his background, and how he came to be on the ship with the first look at his POV in this work. He will be playing a more staring role in the middle section of this story.

Recently, I've decided that I'm going to split this work into two parts, part 1 finishing after the end of chapter 22. I will take a short hiatus from posting to focus on writing the bulk of the second half of this story in that break period. But, there are many things to look forward to before the break! We will see more of Max's "day job" responsibilities, a confrontation with Carlos, more Alonso coming to the rescue and being the dad that everyone in this story deserves, Charles learning more about his designation, the resolution to the red light fiasco of 15, and Charles coming face to face with the Emperor in all his horrid glory.

Thank you so much for the ask, and I hope you stick around for the next few chapters! They're going to be a whirlwind of angst, drama, and tender moments culminating in the climax at the end of 22.

[3ncr1pted]

1, 3 and 4? (I'd ask about all of them but that might be TOO MUCH lol)

From wip ask game

Hahaha I answered 1. Here

3. Is basically just half an idea I had that came from the wygig discord server about max taking the last name leclerc where it’s uncommon for alphas to take the last name of their omega and max does it anyway haha

4. I answered here

[ladysomething]

no snippets on snippet Wednesday? 🥺

I truly-truly in love with little developments, must’ve reread the last chapter 10 times over…

Thank you for your tireless work!!!

I can’t tell, did you guys want a snippet?? 😂

Here, have an extra long one!

With this being the last meal before Max leaves, Charles takes it into his own hands.

He still can’t hear anything from Max’s room when he passes by the closed door to go upstairs, but he gets started anyway because it’s now almost half past eight.

Aware that Max is probably going to be the hungriest he’s been now that his rut is so close, he chops up all the fruit he can find. Bananas, strawberries, melon, grapes, oranges. He puts three croissants in the oven to warm up—one for him and two for Max—and scrambles eggs. He pours them both some juice, but makes Max a smoothie as well. The only meat Charles can find is chicken, so he grills that as well.

When Max comes upstairs, there are circles under his eyes, he’s got on two sweaters, and there’s a stack of paper under his arm.

“Morning,” he says carefully, eyeing all the food Charles has piled high. “Looks . . .”

The fruit is oddly shaped and mushy from his terrible cutting; the tops of the croissants are burnt; the eggs are cold and rubbery; the chicken is dry; there are smoothie chunks everywhere from when he’d tried to add more milk to the blender without stopping it.

The only thing that looks good is the juice, which he poured straight from the carton.

Charles pulls his lip between his teeth, cheeks pink.

“No, it looks good!” Max says quickly.

Great. It looks so bad that Max, the bluntest person he knows, is lying.

“I tried really hard,” Charles defends weakly.

It’s not really like Max can cook so much better than him—most of their meals are still pre-made, and supplemented with food that's easy to make. Still, even Max has never butchered heating a croissant.

“It’s fine, Charles,” Max promises. “I haven’t even eaten any yet.”

Charles tries to fight his pout, but it doesn’t quite work because Max circles the counter and puts his hand on his elbow.

“No, see, it’s fine,” he repeats, reaching out to pick up a croissant as he squeezes Charles’ arm.

His face twists a little as crispy, burnt flakes of croissant drop everywhere, but he still swallows his mouthful. Charles doesn’t believe him at all, but there’s nothing he can do now except throw it all out, which he doesn’t want to do.

Max seems determined to eat it anyway, so they both carry it all outside into the sun. Charles sits in the shade while Max sits directly in the sunlight, glasses perched on his nose.

The food is far from good, but it's edible, and Max eats it all like he can barely taste it anyway. Charles was right—he is clearly the hungriest he’s been, and he eats everything, even all the fruit that Charles was sure he’d need to store away.

Charles eats far less, but watches on, pleased with Max’s satisfaction when he leans back in his chair and stretches his arms above his head.

His shirt pulls up, revealing a patch of pale skin and the waistband of his underwear. Charles doesn’t even realise he’s staring until Max slumps back down, shirt falling back to cover him.

It’s getting warm out here, Charles decides, pressing the back of his hand to his cheek to cover his flush.

“I brought the contract up,” Max says after a moment, putting his hand on top of the stack of papers he’s brought with him. “If you still want to read it.”

Charles reaches over the table eagerly and Max simply hands it over, though there’s still a large stack of paper left on the table.

The Mating Rights and Exclusive Access to the Omega, Charles Leclerc.

It’s thinner than he remembers it being.

[ladysomething]

I forget, is it snippet wednesday or full chapter wednesday today?

hi!

it is snippet Wednesday, and I did post one last night, but after the day we've alll had .. fuck it, lets have another one.

this one will also be heavily edited before it makes it's way to ao3, so that's exciting! yay for seeing the process!

“You can talk to me,” Max murmurs, voice so endearingly awkward and unsure. “If you want. I—I’ll listen.” 

He’s so nice. He’s always so nice, always just wants to be kind to him, but Charles doesn’t think he deserves it. 

“Why would you do that for me?” Charles asks, sniffling loudly. 

It’s pathetic. He’s pathetic. 

“You know why,” Max answers, a little helplessly. 

Charles’ heart squeezes, so painfully it makes him whimper. He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve Max, and his unwavering loyalty, his dedication to keeping Charles safe even when he was being such a dick. He definitely doesn’t deserve to still have Max’s love, even when Charles can give him nothing back.

“I’m sorry,” Charles says, but it comes out almost as a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ve been so mean to you and now you’re stuck with me forever and I can’t even . . .” 

“Stuck?” Max asks, clearly bewildered. Charles doesn’t blame him—he’s just as confused at his own behaviour. It makes him cry harder, because Max is being so gentle, even though Charles is acting crazy. “What on Earth makes you think I feel stuck? If anything, you’re the one stuck with me.” 

“You are,” Charles cries, fists tightening in Max’s shirt. “You’re so nice, and you always defend me, even though Lando was right, because I can’t make any food and you always have to do it and maybe I can’t have kids but everyone keeps telling me that you want them! I’ve ruined everything. I ruined your life, and my life, and what if I can’t even win the Championship? What if I’m not good enough? And—and—Kelly! What about Kelly? Jean-Luc is here, all the time, and not with Kelly and Penelope and it’s all my fault, I’m so stupid, I don’t know why all of you would do this for me! I’m not worth it, I’m not, Max, I’m so stupid.” 

Max rubs gentle, soothing circles on his back as Charles sobs desperately into his neck. He doesn’t even know where half of that came from, which just makes him cry more. 

What is he even saying? What is he talking about? He really is so fucking stupid—

“You’re not stupid,” Max whispers fervently. “Don’t even say that. You’ve been put in an awful situation and you tried to make the best of it. That doesn’t make you stupid.” 

Charles sobs loudly, rubbing his wet face against Max’s shirt. 

“Don’t be nice to me,” Charles whispers desperately. “I don’t deserve for you to be nice to me.”

[ladysomething]

girl!!!! we deserve a snippet after this cunty race!!! pleaseee 🤩

weeellllll .. I could do a snippet early ... considering I've got something else cooking for tomorrow.

something a little different today, because the scene I've added below might not be exactly what ends up in the chapter next week. its currently unedited, so, yeah. maybe not the final version!

“—a rut hotel?” Lando says incredulously from outside. 

Charles’ ears prick, lifting his head and opening his eyes to stare out the doorway. He hadn’t been listening to their conversation before, so engrossed in his own, but now that it’s silent in the kitchen he can hear them clearly. 

“Just stop,” Max sighs tiredly. “Lando, seriously. It’s none of your business what I do during my rut.” 

Charles’ stomach swoops uncomfortably. 

“I just don’t understand,” Lando says, an edge of desperation to his voice. “Why do you even—what’s the difference between me and him? You can’t spend your rut with him, he clearly can’t cook or take care of the house, and you expect me to believe that you, you, haven’t already knocked him up? So clearly he can’t even do that—” 

“Stop right there,” Max hisses. He sounds furious, and Charles knows exactly the strong icy scent that’s probably wafting off of him right now. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that, because you’re my friend and I know that this isn’t you. I know that you’re too angry and jealous to understand why what you just said is so cruel, but you need to think about why I might take so much offence to what you implied about both him and me.” 

Charles’ breath catches in his throat as Lando goes quiet. He stares out at the open door, a complexity of emotions swirling in his stomach and making it churn. 

“I’m not saying anything about you,” Lando says after a moment, clearly defensive. “I just meant—well, I know how much you want kids, so if he can’t give them to you then—” 

“So we’re clear,” Max interrupts coldly, “I don’t love him because of what he can give me or do for me. I don’t want him because he’s an omega. I want him because he’s Charles. Don’t ever get that confused again.” 

Oh. 

Oh, Charles feels—

His throat goes tight, overwhelmed at the sudden warmth creeping through his chest. Hearing him say that, that he loves him, that he wants him for him . . . and he’s not saying it for Charles, to change his mind or sway his opinion or make excuses. He’s defending him to Lando, somebody he likes and is friends with, because he genuinely believes that what he’s saying is true. 

“Max,” Lando says, voice shaking. 

“Lando, please,” Max sighs, and this time he sounds exhausted. “You’re my friend. I’m sorry that I can’t give you more than that, but it’s the truth. Please just be my friend.”  

[ladysomething]

hi! i was wondering, why does max love charles so much to the point where he would sacrifice his assets and alter his whole life for him? how did he get to that point, i mean they were never close and they never really got to know each other, charles hated him too. it was more of an admiring from afar kind of thing no? will we get flashbacks to that process of max falling for him?

er well. I suspect you're kind of wanting a definitive answer, but it's kind of hard to give one, because why does anyone fall in love with anyone?

I also suspect your actual question is: how does somebody fall in love with someone they've never spoken to/don't actually know, and honestly, that is Charles' point completely. how can Max claim to love somebody he doesn't know anything about?

but to me the answer is this: Max doesn't know anything superficial about Charles (unless he's heard it in interviews) because they've never been able to have a talk about things like their favourite colours or their favourite movies.

but what he does know is the core of Charles, distance or not.

He knows Charles is stubborn, spiteful, manipulative, aggressive, and terrible with understanding his own emotions; he knows Charles is kind, generous, loving, ambitious, forgiving, and so terribly sad.

And he knows all this because he's seen it all through their karting years, and into F1.

he's seen Charles push people off track and then bat his eyes after to get out of trouble.

he's seen Charles present as an omega and be so scared he felt the need to effectively cut out an entire part of himself.

he's seen Charles lie to his friends, to Ferrari, to the entire world, just so he has the chance to achieve his dreams.

he's seen Charles be so scared of him, because of Max's own presentation and how aggressive and cruel he was.

he's seen Charles be so brave despite all of that.

he's seen Charles be kind to other kids, seen him help them, laugh with them.

now, he gets to see all that kindness directed at him, which is certainly making everything much worse for him feelings wise. Max has always felt so much for Charles, but now that he's actually getting to know him, it's become so much more pure and real and true.

also, another real big thing is: Max was willing to change his entire life for Charles, and of course that is partly attributed to how much he loves him, but a large part of it is also attributed to Max's desire to be a protector and a helper for omegas/people who need it.

he effectively feels as though he's paying a penance, and that he has a duty to help omegas that need it. he did it with his mother (who he also loved), kelly (who he came to love as a friend, but she was just a stranger at the beginning), and I've also recently written a scene where he does it again for another stranger.

it's just a core part of who he is.

I hope this kind of answers it for you!

[ladysomething]

Up to the Yacht chapter (confrontation with Mattia) and Charles using Max's "attraction" to him just. Hurts so much more now 💔

I remember being heartbroken for Max- while still completely understanding Charles' motivations- when I first read it (I'd always just assumed Max brought him because he's always been in love with him. The VINDICATION and HEARTBREAK of the confession, Maddie. Jfc) but now I know how everything goes. JFC.

OK NO BECAUSE. BECAUSE THAT SCENE AFTER THEY HAVE SEX ON THE YACHT. AND MAX IS SO SOFT.

like. he thought Charles was being honest. he thought that was REAL. sweet, poor, little baby Max was out here so happy he PURRED because he THOUGHT CHARLES FINALLY RETURNED HIS AFFECTION. I felt sooooo insane writing that tbh

[ladysomething]

Omg omg omg him biting Max was everything. Max not even being worried about the bite on him but about how much he bit Charles?? And also going back and checking on whether he would hurt Charles during his rut?? Also you implying that Charles is in love with Max???? This chapter served so much Maddie it was absolutely amazing. Thanks again for bringing us this fic :)

that moment of Max grabbing Charles' wrist, Charles thinking Max is mad, Max revealed he's just scared ........ cinema

[ladysomething]

OMG!! OMG!! 🫨🫨🫨

Charles bit Max!!!

Charles bit Max!!!

Will it leave a scar, like Max bit Charles?

A bite mark that only Omegas and Alphas can see😳😳

you tell me anon

The fuzzy feeling in his head encourages him to nuzzle his cheek into his thigh, humming happily as he turns on his side slightly, head firmly resting in Max’s lap. 

When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is a fading red bite mark, below Max’s scent gland and in the meat of his thigh. Charles can’t help himself—he reaches up, lips pulling into a wide grin as he traces his finger around the healing scar. 

[ladysomething]

Omg the chapter was so soft?! Please tell me we get a few more chapters of this before we return to the pain. I need domestic comfort content 😭

yessss still a few more chapters which are mostly soft! but the softness doesn't ever really go away from here on out. there's still a lot of shit obviously, but Charles and Max have a LOT of sweet moments coming up.

[ladysomething]

Hi!! Not sure if you’ve answered this before but can max control whether he goes into Charles’s dream world? Is it intentional on max’s behalf that he hasn’t been there since their fight?

he can't control it, no.

in the past I've described Max's dream world as his subconscious punishment. it originally manifested as his bad memories because he thinks he's a bad person and deserves to be punished - so his mind makes him relive his worst moments to remind him of that.

now that he has this option of Charles' dream world, the way I imagine it is that when Max is happy, he'll go to Charles'. when he is in a 'punishment' frame of mind, he gets sent to his own. so currently he's still in this spiral of thinking he's a terrible person, so he's in his own.

I hope that explains it!

[ladysomething]

Max, eating his brokkoli, minding his business: well, maybe I can’t have Charles the way I want to, but it’s been so comfortable and nice between us, maybe we’ll just be fri….

Charles: so about your cock

poor Max. one second he thinks he understands how to behave, the next second Charles is asking him about his dick over dinner. no wonder the poor guy is so confused all the time.

[ladysomething]

i cant wait to see soft, loving max come through now that they're slowly chipping at the ice.. im thinking of those scenes where ferrari shit all over charles and max is there but he's so hesitant to show he CARES, he always schools his expression when charles catches him worried, this is an itch ive always wanted to satisfy since reading wygig and ugh i am so seated for when ferrari eventually fuck up, max is openly worried and tender when he takes care of charles, and charles will finally let himself be held 😭

YES and Charles finally understanding all the weird little things Max does (being close, one hand always always touching him etc) and seeing them as protective instead of possessive.

And charles actually accepting comfort from Max …. It’s gonna hit so hard!!

[ladysomething]

ugh, the way max lets charles say all those things to lando 🤤 very hot of max. charles is such a bitch (affectionate), like stunt on that hoe (derogatory). the chapter is so good that i had to reread 3 more times, i love itttt!!

lmaoooo Charles went for the throat and Max sat back and let him have at it. love a supportive husband.