would you do another 5 headcanons game with a/b/o sebcedes?
once again broke out the random number generator-- 1 is omega, 2 is beta, 3 is alpha
seb: beta
nico: beta
lewis: alpha
fucking around with the omegaverse worldbuilding in this one. cw for underage sex, anti-dynamic and racial discrimination, homophobia analogues, bad brocedes vibes... anyway what if betas ran the world lmao
In 2014, after eleven years of scent blockers and rut suppressants, Lewis Hamilton won his second title and immediately released a public statement admitting that he was an alpha. There had been speculation, if that's what you want to call the mocking tweets that don't even bother to dog-whistle their racism, for years. Lewis had been sick of responding with the same lines about how he was proud to represent Black men of all dynamics, sick of educating ignorant interviews about the historical violence that had led the rate of alphas in the Black population to be five times higher than the white and the racist roots of anti-alpha discrimination. That wasn't why he did it. He did it because he could count on one hand the number of people in motorsport who knew, and after the season they'd just had, he'd rather everyone in the world know than let Nico Rosberg have one more thing to hold over him.
The first time they'd fucked again after they'd both presented-- Nico almost six months before his eighteenth birthday, precocious as always, and Lewis only a day or two after his own--Nico had paused to look down at Lewis where he lay supine on the bed. "Aren't you supposed to want to be the one giving it to me, now?" he had asked, and Lewis had shrugged, and Nico had said, "Wow, you're not just a mutt, you're a bent mutt," and the shame had twisted so tightly in Lewis's insides that he'd knotted into the air before Nico could even slide into him. It had taken Lewis almost a decade of jerking off to the memory of Nico's sneer as he said it before he realized he hadn't been joking.
It had never bothered Lewis that Nico was fucking Mark Webber. That was the price of admission for omegas, letting your beta teammate have his way with you, but at least there was one. More than could be said for alphas. It had bothered Lewis more to think about Sebastian Vettel fucking him, but that was because Sebastian had beaten Lewis in 2010, and then kept on winning, his cheeky little dick hard in his fireproofs on the top step of every podium. It was barely any thicker than the smug finger he kept raising, and sometimes, all throughout that 2014 season, Lewis had caught himself missing the view. If Lewis was an omega, and they were teammates--if Mercedes had sacked Nico, like they'd been rumored to have talked about, and brought Lewis and Sebastian on at the same time in 2013-- Lewis would have no choice but to bend over and take it from him. Lewis would beat him, in equal machinery, Sebastian's cum still dripping from his wet hole.
Instead, he kept beating Nico, and even fucking him, sometimes, giving him the knot Nico wasn't too proud to beg for. When Lewis let Nico fuck him, he was bent, backwards, broken, but when Lewis fucked Nico, he was nothing better than a dog, a mess of instincts and animalistic need, not fit for human society. Whichever way they did it, Nico won. Lewis wanted to stop, but he couldn't. Until he clinched the 2015 title in Austin. And then he woke up to paparazzi photos of Nico leaving some trashy dive bar with Sebastian Vettel, like Jenson always used to-- because when Vettel hadn't been fucking Webber, he'd been fucking Jenson, who when he wasn't fucking Vettel had always been fucking Nico, at least when Nico wasn't fucking Lewis, but somehow, Seb and Nico hadn't, at least not as far as Lewis knew, because maybe Nico knew that some part of Lewis would never forgive him if he exercised that particular beta privilege-- and the last thread of Lewis's patience for Nico snapped.
Nico won the last three races of the season, and the first three of the next one, before Lewis decided that maybe, as bad as fucking Nico was for his head, losing to him was worse. Nico won the 2016 title anyway, and retired, and that was the end of the worst chapter of Lewis's life. He didn't mean to start fucking Sebastian, the next season, but some part of the dance was second nature by then. He knew what to say in a cooldown room, how to get under the skin of a beta who'd just lost and wanted a way to take him down a peg. He kept waiting for Sebastian's blue eyes to turn cold, for him to say something nasty, but Sebastian just loved getting fucked, it turned out. The one time Lewis tried to bring up Nico Seb stormed out and didn't speak to him for a week. Some part of Lewis, the part that didn't want to be a grown-up and talk about his feelings, was grateful.


















