#omega!max & alpha!charles

[laura1633]

Nice to see omega Prince Max being escorted on his date with alpha Charles.

🔗 x Leclercsletters

[wisteriagoesvroom]

charles… you have to stop… your babygirlism is too strong, your cutie is too patootified.. they’ll kill you… charles

[le-stappen]

This photo makes me think of Omega Charles going into heat during a race and getting really desperate on the podium. But Alpha Max is there, putting his hand on Charles' back and reassuring his omega that he will take care of him after the ceremony.

[ciahasnolife]

I knoooow, I should post the second part of the loscar fic but... I might've or might not have been working on a lestappen omegaverse fic?

So here's a wip of it

So the problem with being an omega while everyone thinks you're an alpha is that they treat you like an alpha. It's not like Max wanted any special treatment, exactly the opposite of that. That's why he hid his secondary gender from the public who just then assumed he's an alpha. With his board shoulders, his careless reputation towards the media and with his bluntness it was logical. Since the FIA and pretty much everyone in the paddock already knew, he doesn't have to tell the world which he is grateful for.

He would hate being pictured as a fragile, weak person who needs someone to take care of him. He is a lot of things but weak is not one of them. But sometimes - just sometimes - when people boo at him for example on the podium at the Miami GP, he just wants to hide in his nest, curled around his boyfriend, who would then draw circles on his back with his other hand soothingly in his hair.

There are two problems with that. One is that he for obvious reasons can't do that and the other is that he doesn't have a boyfriend. He doesn't want to share with anyone that he's an omega because of the fear of them telling the whole world if something goes wrong between them, his father made sure he developed this fear very soon after he presented as an omega. His father was so angry and ashamed of him because of something he couldn't even change. So now, he doesn't really trust anyone except for the ones who already know, not that he would have the time for dating, he's too busy breaking records.

Besides, he wouldn't want anyone else but a certain man with the most charming style you've ever seen and his hot accent, a dream come true. Of course, with a personality and looks like that, the alpha has omegas after himself 24/7. Max couldn't even stand a chance.

The point is, that when people whistle or boo at him, he just wants to hide away. Under the covers or preferably behind the alpha but of course in those moments he can't do either.

So when he's about to do his interview, which he doesn't want either and if neither the fans are interested, they could all just leave it, but no, the fans have to boo at him and whistle and make him feel bad because neither of the Ferrari drivers could catch him, he couldn't be more grateful for Charles to shush them. And if he's being completely honest, it makes him fall for the monégasque even more.

He shoots a quick smile at the other and does his interview then goes on with his day like he always does on quali days. Team debrief, stay in with GP to find the perfect strategy for tomorrow's race, go back to the hotel, get the scent blockers off and go shower. What he doesn't expect is a message waiting for him as he gets out of the shower from someone who makes his heart flutter.

Hey, just wanted to check on you, if you're okay?

Charles:

I know that the Italian fans can be a bit harsh on everyone who isn't at Ferrari.

I'm sorry they're so mean to you :(

And Max can't believe his eyes. Because one, did Charles really waste even a minute on texting him instead of basking in the love of the Tifosi and two, was that a sad face?

He just shakes his head and replies.

Yeah, everything's alright.

Max:

Thanks for shushing them, means a lot

The last bit gets deleted before he sends it. Not like it doesn't mean a lot, he's just afraid that he's giving away too much and the younger will learn about his embarrassingly huge crush on him.

He doesn't think too much of it though just makes his way over to his suitcase to get a fresh pair of boxers out of it.

But as he goes back to the bed and picks his phone back up with his WhatsApp with the monégasque still open, he sees the three dots pop up and then disappear only to reappear seconds later.

It makes the omega curious because even if they’ve been on good terms, friends even with the other for a while now they don't really talk outside the track on race weekend so the first message was already unexpected just as it was also sweet of the alpha to check on him, Max can't even take a guess on what the other would want from him.

As he was thinking the text finally came in so he checks it with a bit too much enthusiasm. And Max once again can't believe his eyes.

Which hotel you're staying at?

Charles:

Just as he goes to reply, another bubble comes up.

Fuck, no, that sounded weird.

Charles:

I meant if I could come over to keep you company and I could also get away from the fans waiting for my every move under my window.

It is of course okay if you want to be alone I totally understand that too

Just thought we could hang out a for a bit play

With each mesaage his eyes open wider. Surely Charles finally lost his mind. I was only a matter of time anyway with the shitbox he has under him. He, however, doesn't want to be rude so he sends out a message that - hopefully - doesn't give away too much of how excited he is.

Sure, I have my FIFA on me if you're in the mood of losing

Max:

He can only hope that the other gets the joke because Max has been told that he's a dry texter several times. But today, luck decided to be on his side.

Ooh, it's on

Charles:

Send the address, Verstappen

If you dare;)

And with a grin that could blind the Tifosi camping outside the alpha's hotel, Max sends the address.

[lestappen331693]

Hello to everyone!

I really need your help writers to build this fic.

I have an incredible amount of ideas but i can't put them toghether, the only thing I'm 100% sure are the charcters and relationships and the tags (but they can also be changed or some can be added) :)

Sooo if ypu are intrested to help me to develop this fic plssssssss contact me or if you, want to suggest someone I can contact leave a note or reblog pls.

Pleaseeee I really need your help guys and any suggestions are welcomed.

ps I'm not a writer! just want someone to voice my ideas (this will be just like a prompt to a story) <3

Thx in advance

Lot of love

xoxo

[maraguanabana]

greetings, my dearest lestappies!

I need help finding a fic. I've spent the afternoon going through tags, my history (which, quite honestly, rivals closely with searching a needle in a haystack) and almost every lestappen fanfic there is and honestly, I'm about to pull my hair out.

it was omegaverse, and at first, it was Charles and Max both as alphas, and it was quite clear that *that* was the appeal them being rwb, but somehow, Charles turned into an omega halfway through the series or kind of? and then Pierre appears out of nowhere and he almost gets a stroke. or maybe it was Carlos(?) idk, that's why I want to re-read.

thank you, in avance, for helping my forgetful ass that never bookmarks shit.

[theantitheticallogician]

so i introduced my friend to abo dynamics in one breath *asked him to look it up on fanlore* and in the next asked him to designate my favorite f1 drivers *max and charles* as abo characters.

i'm guessing i'm a good influence on him bc he headcanoned both charles and max as omegas. MY BELOVED SHIP IS OMEGAXOMEGA TO MY BESTIE TOOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAA

*he also said fernando alonso is super duper alpha*

*he also felt traumatized and violated but "that's unrelated"*

[itshoneywhatever]

Charles had woken up that day feeling out of sorts. Just an overall sense of being off. Not bad, but not great either. And definitely that’s not how you want to feel during a race weekend, when you have so many commitments besides driving on an incredibly competitive sport when all you want to do is lay on your nest and nap. But still, he somehow manages to power through most of the commitments he has scheduled for the media on Thursday.

But the feeling persists throughout the day, skin itching and tight with something he can’t name, so once he manages to get away from Silvia and the endless list of media obligations, he lets his feet carry him wherever it is they want to take him, trusting them to carry him somewhere safe and comfortable. It isn’t until he hears his name being called that he actually pays attention to where he is.

And he’s not meant to be in the Red Bull garage, sticking out like a sore thumb in his red Ferrari shirt among a sea of navy blue.

Wide eyed he turns around to look at Christian, who had called his name repeatedly.

ao3 / idea

[autumnapricot]

| will o‘ the wisps

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen

[finished work, 17 chapters, 165k]

>>„Don‘t do this.“ Charles hisses and pleads all the same. „You can‘t do this. Please. Max trusted me.“

Seb cocks his head.

„Yes,“ he slowly says, quiet but haunting. „And that was the plan, Charles.“<<

[OR: Max Verstappen is an Omega in a world where his designation is seen as nothing but an item to be possessed, an object to be bought and used as pleased.

Charles Leclerc is an officer gone off duty, taking on the task of housing an Omega whose trust in good things is shattered, and whose secrets go deeper than anticipated.

Charles never expects things to go as far down south as they do.]

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playlist: songs that have inspired or followed along the creation of this fic

[gingerf1]

[laura1633]

Preloved

After getting caught up in another scandal, Charles, the crown prince of Monaco, is sent to an 'Omega Establishment' to find himself an omega in the hopes it will settle him down. Charles is not at all interested in picking out a pretty housewife for himself and is intending to return home empty handed until he meets Max, an omega housed up in the 'Preloved' section of the establishment and clutching hold of his pup tightly.

Ongoing WIP, updated every Wednesday on ao3.

[tetralea]

Hello

This: “Please, breed me. I want to carry your child.” with Alpha!Max and Omega!Charles please 🫣

Heyaaa, I hope you’ll like it! 😬

Charles was laying in his nest, a bit disheveled, but nothing he couldn’t find the next day. His head was resting on a broad chest, warm and filling his ear with a steady heartbeat. He was listening to it for a while now, paying attention to the way it slowed down first before catching a healthy rhythm, finally syncing with his own. All he could hear from it was peace, love, protection. He wasn’t sure why his pack couldn’t see it like that.

Slowly he lifted his head, now the blonde alpha turning to look at him as well, his protective hand moving from Charles’ naked back to brush a few strands of hair out of his forehead. He leant down capturing the chapped lips in a slow kiss, savouring the moment. Max held his cheeks, pulling him closer and Charles pushed himself up, the slowly completely soft cock slipping out of him at that. “You don’t want to leave yet, do you?” He asked carefully between the small kisses and pecks shared.

“No, schatje, I won’t leave you.” Max laughed softly, opening his mouth, inviting Charles to a searing kiss, kissing him deeply, his tongue slipping into the hot mouth making Charles moan in the process.

“Alpha.” It was a small world charged with so many big emotions.

Max’s hands slowly pulled back from the brown hair, wrapping securely around the lean bod of the omega, turning themselves around, laying Charles on his back carefully. “My omega.” He nuzzled into the freshly scarred skin on Charles neck, inhaling his sweet macadamia scent. Surely he had to fall in love with the adopted son of his rival pack, and Charles ad to reciprocate it, causing trouble to him, the soon the be pack alpha. It was complicated yet it was, so simple. He loved Charles and Charles loved him.

Charles whined and purred at the same time to the sudden, overwhelming sensation. His mate kissing their mark. He stretched his body under the weight of Max, relaxing into the many pillows of his nest, his body coming alive again, his slick never stopped leaking, and now it was fresh and dribbling down on his bottom. He was more than ready to go again. After a short sniff, Max looked up at him, the blue eyes burning with desire, grinding down swiftly, testing the waters. Charles whines, closing his eyes, breaking the sweet eye contact but he could resist. His body only obeyed to his alpha and their desires. Some would have said it was scandalous, the way his legs were wide open, accommodating the much bigger body of the alpha, thighs falling to the sides, slick and cum drying and glistening on his skin. Arching his back he exposed his neck more, pressing his wet heat to Max. He was ready for the taking again.

Max growled to the subtle display of submission and seduction. He couldn’t have resisted not even if Charles wasn’t so beautiful and intoxicating, like he knew exactly what will make Max go feral. The plump lips found the yearning cupid bow ones, capturing them as he rubbed his tip to the slick entrance. “So fucking ready and wet for me, baby.” His teeth caught the swollen lips as he spoke before kissing Charles again, forcing his heart upward a little, exposing the marked neck even more when he slid into the soft slick omega. “I’m so lucky to have you.” His murmur was mixing with a low whine when he started moving and Charles opened his thighs even more, making more room for him.

It heated up quickly, usually these were stolen moments and they were precious. Charles grabbed Max’s butt, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his cheeks to feel him even deeper, bottoming out, being filled as much as he could be. Legs pulled up, Max could gain a few millimetres which somehow felt crucial right now, his cock buried in Charles as deep as it could be. What they were doing couldn’t have been called kissing, they bit and licked and moaned into each other’s mouth, breathing in the same air, but not pulling away for even a second. “Breed me!” Charles moaned, catching both of the off guard. “Please I want to carry your child.” His word were mixed with small whines, resonating perfectly with Max’s thrusts, slowly driving the alpha crazy. It was on a whim he knew it but in that moment he was so sure of it.

Max was groaning into his neck now, nibbling on their mating mark. He was gonna be a pack alpha in any time now, he could bring Charles into their pack, Charles and a pup, his pup, theirs. He saw white. Trying to say anything would have been pointless, nothing coherent would have came out. Instead he grabbed Charles’ hip with one hand pinning him down and fucking into him fast and hard, soon filling him with his cum, coating his pulsing walls, crying his name out, feeling as Charles’ teeth sunk into his neck, enforcing their bonding mark. “Anything you want, omega, anything you want.”

[le-stappen]

If Charles and Max launched a line for omega and alpha supplements.

[nyoomfruits]

"fwb but actually they’ve been dating this whole time" intrigues me 👀

i, okay, so i have some explaining to do.

me and my good friend eby have a bit of a thing for oscar piastri, and a few weeks ago either one of us (i dont remember who lmao) was like 'okay but what if oscar/max/charles' and ever since then i've been a bit. obsessed.

anyway the plot for the 'fwb but actually they've been dating this whole time' fic is basically. max and charles are already in a relationship, but then oscar arrives on the grid and as they spend more and more time with him they realize he's sort of their missing puzzle piece? so uh, they start inviting him into their relationship, sleeping with him as well, and they think everything is going great!!! max and charles sort of just fell into their relationship, never really talked about anything, it just happened and they were very much on the same page about things, and clearly the same thing is happening with them and oscar!!

except. well. oscar doesn't really want to assume anything. so he just spends most of the fic thinking he's in some kind of friends with benefits relationship with this couple and any moment they can decide they don't really need him any more and dump his ass.

anyway que oscar pining over a relationship he's already in, oblivious max and charles, and just soooo many miscommunication shenanigans.

the scene i have written down so far is very much in the beginning of the fic so i'll put that under the cut if anyone is interested lmao

The music is loud, pounding his ears as Oscar leans back against the bar, carefully sipping his gin and tonic. The club is crowded -  too crowded maybe - but here, from his spot against the bar, tucked away in the corner, Oscar has found some space to breathe.

Most of the other drivers are here too, somewhere. Lando had told him to come, that it would be fun, that they do this all the time, and then he’d promptly disappeared the second him and Oscar had set foot inside.

So now it’s just Oscar, his gin and tonic, and the fast sea of drunk strangers milling around him.

He’s just decided that he’s just going to go back to the hotel when he finishes his drink, Charles appears in front of him, big grin on his face. “Oscar,” he says, barely audible over the thumping of the music. “Hi.”

“Oh, uh, hi?” Oscar says, a little unsure. It’s not that him and Charles never talk it’s just that. Well. They don’t. At least not past the usual pleasantries.

But now Charles seems to settle in for a conversation, taking a sip from his beer as he says, “Good job on the race, today. Was a though one, you did well.”

“Thanks,” Oscar says, nodding, Charles takes another sip of his beer as Oscar talks, and Oscar watches the long line of his throat as he swallows. “You uh. As well. Good race, I mean,” he stutters out, when he realizes he’s been quiet for just a beat too long. “I saw a replay of that overtake on Pierre, that was impressive.”

When Charles looks at him, there’s a twinkle in his eyes. “Thank you, Oscar,” he says, and there’s something about the way he says Oscar’s name that has Oscar fumbling and taking another sip of his drink.

Suddenly, Max appears behind Charles, wrapping his hands around his waist and leaning his head on Charles’s shoulder. “Hey, pretty boy,” he says, and it isn’t until Charles warningly says, “Max”, that Oscar realizes he’d been directing it at him.

[charlescoded]

okay but maybe alpha charles has dabbled in the past with letting other alphas fuck him but its never been often enough to be a problem but then max one and dones him

max is insanely smug about this fact and will often bring it up in bed

there's two wolves inside you, one wants alpha charles to be fucked by other alphas first, but when max knots him he turns into an omega, to show that it's max's knot <3

the other one wants max to be the first alpha that knots alpha charles before he turns into an omega, to show that charles was always meant to be max's an omega <3

either works for different reasons tbh, but 👀 max would be smug about it. when they're not fucking, charles will roll his eyes and call him a possessive alpha, but he's secretly (it's actually quite obvious, but let him pretend lmao) enjoying it a lot 😘

[femboycharles]

So y’all are saying Max is definitely not an alpha then? 👀