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“Hi, Max.”
+ here’s a snippet from the omegaverse fake dating #lestappen fic i’ve been mentioning !!
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Seb is humming as he sets the plates on the kitchen table, cheerful and oblivious to the small storm brewing behind Charles’ ribs. The whole house smells like butter and sugar; the morning light is soft; it should be a normal breakfast.
Except there’s Max. Max, who has no right to look at this at home.
They sit—actually, Max guides Charles to sit, light pressure at the small of his back like he’s done it a thousand times before. Charles’s hands shake just a little, so he hides them under the table. Max doesn’t miss it. Of course he doesn’t.
He pulls Charles’s chair closer to his own with a subtle motion of his foot under the table. Smooth, practiced, unmistakably intimate. Their knees bump. Charles jolts, barely. Max just pretends he didn’t notice. His arm lifts casually, draping over the back of Charles’ chair with an ease that makes Charles want to crawl under the floorboards. His fingers brush the top of Charles’ shoulder, feather-light, like they’re already familiar with the slope of him.
Seb turns with the bowl of fruit. “Eat boys, c’mon! You two are just becoming skinnier with every year, oh my word. Eat it Parrot, chocolate pancakes for you, as always.”
Before Charles can reach for one, Max is already sliding the plate in front of him—closer, closer—and cutting a piece with the edge of his fork. He speaks without looking up. “Eat it when it’s warm, darling—you like them warm. Not too sugary.”
Seb smiles, Charles would like to not notice that curve of his mouth and how proud, stupidly happy and young he looks. “Ah, aren’t you a sweetheart Max! You really pay attention.”
Charles nearly drops dead on the spot. Max looks smug as ever though, Charles hates him so much. And what’s coming after it’s somehow just worse. “I just know,” One thing about Max Verstappen is that he’s so good with his goddamnit words. It's easy to follow what he says when he bends the language just so right and makes it linger with his ocean blue eyes—Charles fucking hates every detail about him. Yes. And no. A big fucking no. Charles fucking hates how he remembers and wants to relearn every detail about him. “And it’s very hard to forget anything about him when he looks like that.”
Charles wants to get up and just run. Run and run until he forgets the first time he saw Max, the first time he kissed Max, the first time he understood Max and wanted to get—no, he just wants to run until he learns to forget Max.
There’s no time for Charles to tell him to stop this nonsense, he gives him a look but that doesn’t really make anything better because across the table Seb is giving Max those heart eyes which are screaming ‘you are it for each other and—when is the wedding by the way guys?’ So Max continues to play.
He lifts the fork—slow, deliberate—and holds it in front of Charles’ mouth. Charles stares at it, frozen. He’s going to kill himself. Or Max. Both are in the options. “I can feed myself.”
“I know,” Max says, tone light, gentle, a shade of affection that shouldn’t exist. “But Seb made breakfast. Be nice.” Charles is about to throw up. He’s about to dig a grave for two with his embarrassment and anger—he’s about to bury Max in one, then his own body.
Apparently, it seems like Seb is too far to notice any of this—Charles can see the way he beams. He opens his mouth because he has no choice. The pancake is soft, sweet, and too easy to swallow. It sits heavy on his tongue, heavier in his chest. He hates how warm it feels to be taken care of like this.
Max smiles—small, quiet, satisfied—and wipes a faint smudge of chocolate from the corner of Charles’ lip with his thumb. The touch is nothing. It lasts a second, it feels like a ghost of a gesture. Charles feels it all the way down his spine. He can’t look at Seb. Can’t look at Max either. The room feels too soft, too bright, too intimate. A lie, yes, but a lie with teeth. A lie that feels disturbingly easy for one of them. Max doesn’t look like he’s acting. It feels familiar, like memorizing something already in his chest. That’s the worst part.
Their legs brush again under the table. Max doesn’t move away. Charles does, slightly—then stops, because Seb glances at them with that warm domestic smile and Charles suddenly understands—he isn’t being watched. He’s being believed. And he is the one who built this lie.
So he straightens. He leans slightly toward Max. He tries to smile. It feels fragile and wrong, but Max softens instantly, hand sliding a little lower on the back of Charles’ chair, thumb tracing an absent-minded arc against the wood. Like Charles is something he could hold if he wanted. Like he’s done it before. (And he did. When Charles was eighteen, and nineteen was at the door, and when twenty three was just blue and twenty five was all about being broken.)
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lmk what you think!! im halfway through this draft,, i hope i’ll be posting this asap :))
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.
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! 😬
max being feral over older omega Daniel my beloved. he DOES have a mommy kink and no he doesn’t know how to deal with it besides letting Daniel be in charge
Max just lying there like ♥️🥺 while Daniel rides him… cuddling up to him afterwards, letting Dan stroke his hair…
Ok for the prompts number 1, uhhh if it’s not too much I’d also like alpha/alpha and maxiel 👀 if it is too much just go with normal omega/alpha but ya know, spice
Nngg alpha/alpha 👁👁 honestly fell in love with maxiel as alpha/alpha pairing now its a problem jsjs. I hope you enjoy!
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“Come here Maxy.” Dan snorted when he saw the younger Alpha pace back and forth through the room. Daniel himself was happily cuddled in the remnants of one of Lando’s messy little nests, stretching out lazily as Max huffed and finally moved towards him. Daniel held out his arms for a cuddle but Max glared and just perched on the edge of the bed, letting his hands lightly brush the blankets Lando had laid down for them.
“I can’t believe they’re… doing it.” Max sighed, brows furrowed. Daniel snorted.
“Oh please, we should have seen it coming.” he answered. “They’ve been smelling like each other for weeks already.” he added, yawning and cuddling further into the messy nest. Max moved a little closer, nudging his feet in under the blankets, but still refused to lay down. Daniel just rolled his eyes, reaching out to touch Max’s shoulder.
“Come on, snuggle me, Verstappen.” the older Alpha rumbled, moving his hand to squeeze that back of Max’s neck lightly.
“It’s not proper for two Alphas to snuggle.” Max muttered, even though he pushed into the light touch, rumbling back at Dan. They had always had a weird relationship, one that reminded Max of how Lando talked about Michael.
But that wasn’t possible. They were two Alphas.
CONTINUE READING ON AO3
uh so i’ve been working on a new omegaverse lestappen fic (i’ve been writing this one for quite a while actually…) the plot is basically like this: we got omega!charles who is constantly forced into a relationship by his traditionalist omega father seb. one day, seb catches him on edge, and charles can't take it anymore, so he tells a lie—he tells seb that he’s been in a relationship for a long time. but well, that’s not the worst part, because out of 8 billion people in the world, the first name that comes to his mind is max verstappen. max verstappen, the alpha with whom they've been at each other's throats since childhood, who gave each other stupid nicknames, who has charles' first kiss and his many firsts. it’s the stupidest thing he has ever done. but over time, it just feels so right.
(i can share some little snippets if you guys are interested in this!!)
I'm not that 2018 Charlie x 2022 Max abo anon but still I want to here more about it 🥺 and if my opinion matters, the last post about this abo made me smile so hard like imagine 2018 charles in your setting? I might not be the alpha charles was waiting for but max can you fight? I want him also! Give me a chance even though I know I would lose at the end!
Heeey, ahh, no worries, I’m happy to share either way. Also I’m so happy you liked the previous idea! 💕 you’d totally need to fight Max for Charles tho hahah
This one is a bit more “normal” as in Max is in Redbull and Charles is in its drivers academy, he gets promoted into alphatauri and drives there, and he looks up to Max but also has a big crush on him, this might be less abo like too, but Charles is a small skinny omega, driving fiercely and ofc Max always knew about him but he starts to be interested in another way in him, to mentor Charles as well. Then one time there is a big redbull win and there are celebrations for the whole team and Charles is also invited ofc, as a very promising rookie and he and Max starts talking and drinking, not a lot but enough to let some things go and get tipsy and they end up in Max’s room, making out. And the smaller omega just feels so right in Max’s arms it’s hard to ignore how young he is and Max hesitates a little. Charles is already covered in his scent and already slick he can smell it, but he needs a little push and Charles climbs into his lap and he smells so fucking good. He lasts some experience sure but he is so eager and enthusiastic and Max can resist for only so long, not like he didn’t have a crush on the omega before as well. They sleep with each often, obviously and they agree to keep it low-key and totally not a thing, but oh, Charles ends up in Max’s bed more often than not.
That’s it 🤷♀️