I had this really random idea whilst out for my walk today so this is not quite a ficlet but is just me sort of throwing the thought out there...
Omegaverse - 743 words - Omega Max x Alpha Charles, Fluff
Charles hates it when Max laughs. The alpha has never actually said as much but it has become abundantly clear to Max. The first time he noticed they were in a group setting. Max had made a joke and all the alphas around the table were laughing so much that it made him giggle excitedly too. Except as soon as he threw his hands up to his mouth and started to chuckle he noticed Charles grab for and then squeeze a stress toy. Which was odd.
Max tried to tell himself it was a coincidence but it kept happening. Every time he would giggle Charles would squeeze the stress device in the palm of his hand. Sometimes the alpha would squeeze so hard that his whole arm tensed to the point it looked like his veins were going to explode. And whilst ordinarily Max would enjoy the sight of Charles’ biceps all flexed he couldn’t take any pleasure in it, not when it was a result of stress and not when Max was the cause.
So Max tried to laugh less. Or at least around Charles. Perhaps he shouldn’t have adjusted his behaviour but the sight of Charles getting stressed or frustrated by the sound of his laughter made him want to curl up in a ball and cry. He didn’t cry though, or at least not much. That was until he noticed that even the sound of his purrs was starting to irritate Charles.
Purrs. The very thing that was meant to soothe alphas.
The thing was, giving up on purring was not an option. In fact Max wasn’t even sure if it was possible seen at it was instinctual, especially when he was in the pack room cuddled up in a nest. He just found the place so comforting, relaxing, it was his safe space.
Until now.
Now it was ruined because the thought of bumping into Charles there had Max avoiding the place altogether. Instead he started to wander around the paddock in between sessions.
The omega stopped in his tracks as he turned a corner and saw Charles also wandering seemingly aimlessly around the paddock. The alpha was all smiles as he waved and chatted to various people. He looked relaxed and happy, most likely because Max was not near. The thought was enough to make Max whimper.
But then something strange happened. Leo dashed through the paddock and towards Charles as fast as his little legs could take him, his tail wagging like crazy. And then Max saw it… Charles was fussing over Leo with one hand but clutched in his other hand was the very same stress toy Max has seen Charles squeezing previously. Which made no sense.
“Are you hiding from someone?”
Max started as Pierre appeared behind him. He thought he was pretty well hidden but clearly not.
“Does Leo stress Charles out?” Max blurted out as he watched Charles squeezing the stress toy in the palm of his hand.
“Well Leo’s definitely a handful,” Pierre laughed.
“But does Charles get frustrated with him? Or angry at him?”
“No,” Pierre was still laughing, “If anything he is too lenient with him. Leo is definitely in charge. Cant’ you tell?”
Pierre nodded towards where Leo was jumping up at Charles for cuddles and Charles was obliging.
“But the stress toy…” Max mumbled.
“The stress what?” Pierre’s brown creased as he stared at Charles and then suddenly he was laughing again, “Oh he still has that! That’s not for stress. It was a joke gift, something to squeeze when he was suffering from cuteness aggression.”
“Cuteness aggression” Max repeated the words but his brain was whirring as he tried to recall all the times Charles had used it in his presence, how the alpha had squeezed it tight whenever Max giggled or purred.
“Yeah I got it him to tease him because he kept going on about how he suffered from cuteness aggression around …” Pierre trailed off and suddenly had a rather panicked expression on his face. It was as if he’d said far too much already.
“Cuteness aggression around what?” Max called after Pierre but Pierre was already rushing off into the distance and Max was left standing in the paddock trying to work out if it was at all possible that the sound of him giggling or purring wasn’t stressing Charles out all but was actually giving him cuteness aggression. Surely that was not possible.
Charles likes to believe he’s not possessive. He tells himself he’s reasonable, grounded, the calm and balanced alpha who respects boundaries and doesn't give into those old-school instincts. He says it with pride — especially to the media, to friends, even to Lando himself.
But the truth? The truth shows up in moments he doesn't plan for.
Like when someone else gets too close to Lando on the paddock and Lando flashes that omega grin — the one only Charles should get.
Or when Lando’s scent flares sweet and open after a good race, and Charles has to physically restrain himself from wrapping an arm around his waist right there in front of the cameras.
Or worse — when someone like Oscar makes Lando laugh in that way, and Charles’s jaw tightens automatically.
He pretends it’s not possessiveness. Just protective instincts. Normal alpha behavior.
But when Lando so much as shifts toward someone else during heat week, Charles can barely stand it.
“Not possessive, huh?” Lando teases when Charles manhandles him into his lap yet again, scenting him shamelessly like he’s putting up neon ‘MINE’ signs.
Charles just huffs, burying his nose into Lando’s neck.
“Not possessive,” he mutters against his gland. “Just very… invested.”
Hi! First of all, thank you for all your amazing cherik fic recommendations. You're literally doing a god's work 💜 Could you please recommend some good fics with Top!Charles? I'd also be okay with them switching. Thank you so much in advance 😊
Hi Anon - thank you for your lovely message and for your patience! Here are some great Top!Charles fics; there's a mix of canon and au along with some dom/sub and a/o ones that I hope you enjoy!
Beneath Me by Magnetism_bind
Charles is a young lord staying at his family's estate for the summer. Erik is his family's stable-hand.
Coup - Alpha!Charles dethrones Shaw and conquers his omega guard.
Treasure by professor
Knight Erik thinks he’s going to slay the dragon and take the beast’s treasure. He’s very, very wrong about that.
Masterpiece by professor
An artist sculpts his finest creation.
Coax me out my love low by tahariel (Frontseat 'verse series)
It’s hard enough waiting a year to meet the man you’re engaged to, but harder still when that man doesn’t even want to stay bonded to you. Charles is determined, however, not to let Erik get away.
deeper than swords (the sun and stars remix) by specficslut (homosociality)
Erik has been traded to a foreign king for a chest of gold and a hundred bushels of grain. In Westchester, he must learn to start a new life... and navigate the roles that have been thrust upon him, whether concubine or courtesan, consort or slave.
Heated Discussion by annejumps
Professor Lehnsherr is an omega and Professor Xavier is an alpha, but somehow in the weeks they've known each other, the issue has never come up....
The Watch by hllfire
Erik decides to take a break one Friday night, going to a club to try and meet someone for a one-night stand. In a dimly lit hallway, with a stranger behind him, he gets what he wants.
twilight by ikeracity, specficslut (homosociality)
"Volatility was a chemical property. Erik remembered Mrs. Berkowitz saying, with the rhythm of a chant, volatility was how likely a substance was to mist into air, and that was how he felt now, like he could dissolve into nothing at any moment, unless he fucked Charles so hard his eyes spun back in his head."
For someone who kills monsters for a living, Erik is irrationally conflicted about the monster in his bed.
Build you up, Break you apart by orphan_account
Charles makes quick work of rolling them over again so that he is once more on top of Erik. This time when Erik reels back to throw a punch, he finds himself immobile. With outstretched fingers, he reaches for the familiar sensation of metal particles but nothing comes to him and Erik’s pupils dilate, a frightening thought waking in its place. No one’s coming to rescue me.
In which Erik is an omega who takes heat suppressants despite the fact that they don't really work well. And on that one day he decides to stay over at Charles' place, his heat cycle starts.
Sharing by ikeracity
One night during the mutant road trip, Erik knocks on Charles's door and brusquely demands to be taken to bed. Charles, who has been very careful about staying out of Erik’s head, is disoriented by the haunted look in Erik’s eyes but is ultimately swayed by the fact that they’ve had this burgeoning tension between them since forever.
They then proceed to have The Saddest And Worst Sex Ever. Erik stalks off all humiliated and unhappy and Charles is confused until he works out that Erik was a virgin--at which point Charles feels equal parts guilty and furious that Erik's basically used him as an instrument of self-harm.
The next time it happens, Charles teaches Erik what it means to really make love.
awoke with a scar by mixture
It isn't so much about the alpha fighting for his honor, but what the alpha does afterwards that sets Erik's teeth on edge.
in the empty moments by soetry
Charles was the only alpha who had ever treated Erik with respect.
That, Erik thought wryly, was probably why his knot was the only one that Erik had ever wanted.
twenty four hours from tulsa by intentation
After having self-emancipated (aka run away), Erik's been holing up in a shitty motel while he figures out his next step. When Charles Xavier moves into the room just down the hall, Erik discovers his new favorite pastime: sex.
To Have and To Hold by ikeracity
The wedding hasn't even started and Charles is already bored. When he excuses himself to go to the bathroom, he doesn't expect to find a gorgeous, stern-faced man having a quiet freak out at his reflection. He doesn't expect said gorgeous, stern-faced man to turn around and start climbing him like a tree. And he certainly doesn't expect to discover only after they've got their clothes back on that the man he just had glorious sex with is the groom.
A Force to Be Reckoned With by firstlightofeos
“No, no, no!” Erik exclaims, slamming his glass forcefully back down onto the bar. “Telepathy is impressive in theory, but realistically, no one’s powerful enough, or has enough control, to make you forget yourself or to get you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“You sound very sure about that,” his companion says, taking a sip of his scotch. He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow. “I wonder if you’ve ever really met a telepath before.”
Taking Bets and Making Wagers by windchijmes
Erik is difficult and stubborn. Charles has a saintly level of persistence (and cunning). And neither of them can come to an agreement about who should bottom for their first time. So they have a bet. If Charles can make Erik beg for it, he wins.
And he gets to top.
When the Kids Are Away by dedkake
Charles and Erik have a free moment to themselves, but they're both tired and sore. Erik isn't going to let that get in his way.
Burger Queen by widgenstain
After seeing James in his "stylish" baseball cap that makes him look like a pasty truck-driver, I've decided that there has to be a fic with Charles driving a semi through the country and Erik as a lot lizard (= a hooker working the truck stops).
Rotten Rules by ellenchain
On Erik's first day, he can already tell that prison is indeed not a pony farm. Still, he can't help sticking his nose into dark machinations going on in the depths of the prison. He quickly learns that there is only one rule: eat or be eaten. In addition to all the rumors about dangerous inmates and a corrupt director, a charismatic man from block C in particular does not let him get a good night's sleep. But he too seems to have more secrets than he makes Erik believe ...
a traditional courtship by Helenish
Maybe it’s even a game between them; he catches Charles often enough, watching him, curious, bemused. He lets it go further than he would, otherwise.
Sorry this was so late! I had my master's convocation and then got very sick. I really hope that you enjoy this!!!
The first time Charles had been close to Lewis had been when he was a reserve for Haas. He can recall Lewis seeking cover from the rain in the Haas garage, giving him nothing more than a nod of acknowledgment as he stayed out of the rain. Charles had stood in front of Lewis and slightly to the side, but that hadn’t prevented him from sneaking glances at the older driver.
Luckily for him, that was not the only time they’d been close. Lewis — in aftermath of Seb’s retirement — had taken to spending time that was once spent with the German alpha with Charles. Not George, or Daniel, or Max, or Alex, or anyone else, but Charles.
The grid’s most desired omega had chosen Charles to be the alpha worthy of his time. Charles!! Him!!
Their relationship had somehow progressed beyond simple companionship during a long and intense season into something much more. Charles’ bite didn’t adorn Lewis’ neck just yet, but it would soon enough. Charles was sure of it. Not while they were racing every other week or so, but during the summer shutdown when they’d have a break from their busy schedules.
“He wants to mate,” Seb says when they have a chance to speak alone in Imola. They hadn’t talked about Lewis back in Japan last year, but it seemed the conversation was unavoidable this year.
"Are you against it?" Charles asks. While secure in his current relationship with Lewis, he was well aware that Seb would always hold a special place in Lewis' heart and life. He had no doubt that if Seb were to say something to Lewis, their mating would at the very least be delayed if not completely canceled.
"I thought I would be," Seb sighs, "but he is happier than he has been in years." And well, that was news to Charles. Sure he had seen some fans talk about how Lewis laughed more, engaged in silly behavior, and seemed happier ever since their relationship had become fully public. Still, they were fans who didn't know the intricacies of Lewis. Not like Seb did.
That was a relief.
When Charles finds Lewis later in, he pulls the older man into an abandoned room in the media center. "I missed you," he mumbles, nuzzling his nose against Lewis' scent glands.
"I missed you too," Lewis admits as he wraps himself around Charles. With it being Ferrari's home race, they hadn't had much time to spend together. So Charles was glad to find this brief respite from all the sponsor duties. Charles couldn't wait until Lewis was driving for Ferrari next year, not only would he have one of the best drivers in the support as his direct competitor, but also he'd be able to spend time in between sponsor duties with his mate.
Alpha Charles and Omega Lando personally gives me more thoughts- would love yours though 🫶🏻
Big same! I just said in the ask before this that I'm loving the idea of alpha Charles and omega Lando.
Just Lando calling him his winner and alpha and Charles being so happy and grinning, just holding him close and nuzzling him softly. Just holding Lando close and letting his omega hold him up 🥺
They'd just be so soft and sweet together
I can see them being that mated couple that everyone knew was inevitable. Everyone knew they'd end up together because they always ended up near each other or in Lando's nest, just curled up together and laughing, and no one was surprised when they both started to clumsily court each other with small gifts and trinkets
Y’allreally like ABO, I have like a whole fucking ocean of ideas for it and I’m soglad I’m being…….. indulged.
Actually a pretty caring alpha????
He lovestaking care of you and being able to do everything before you could even thinkabout it. Sewing clothes? Done. Cooking dinner? Oh, don’t worry about it.Fetching water from the river? He already did that, but he can do it again ifyou want some fresh water. Do you?
Pretty respectful over nature, so he’d onlyhunt when you both need to eat — and likes using the animal parts for crafts.You have necklaces with bear claws, wolf and panther teeth all tucked away inyour things; Charles loves seeing you wear whatever he makes for you.
At first few weeks of your bonding, he waspretty on the edge — being surrounded by alphas and not being a high ranked one within camp? Like Hosea or Arthur?Pffft. Has growled at Bill and Micah more than once when they passed by you.
Not necessarily a violent alpha, but he will throw hands at a moment’s notice ifother alpha decides they fancy you.
Please,,,, braid his hair. He loves feelinglike you’re taking care of him too, in the smallest ways, even if it takes somecoaxing for him to admit that.
Loves taking you out of camp every so often —he misses the open meadows and fresh air of the fields. With all those alphasin camp, things can get pretty overwhelming and Charles has a pretty sensitivenose.
Basically your personal heater through thenight. While at Colter, the warmest you felt was in the night with Charlessleeping beside you.
He does a lot of grooming on you, peppers youwith gifts and likes nuzzling into your marking to make you jump and melt inhis arms.
Also, was pretty gentle when marking you!!! Youhad barely felt it when his teeth sunk in your neck before his tongue waslapping at it to help the cut heal faster.
Would literally and non-ironically die toprotect you.
Is so infuriatingly patient during his ruts.You can tease him just for the kicks of it, but he won’t break. He can wait forthe moment where you’ll break and beg him, then he’ll give it to you just fine.Won’t last long, because he doesn’t want you to strain yourself; but will gomore than once.
Has a hidden wish to knot you — but knows Dutchwouldn’t be happy about it. The mating is reserved for the head of the pack andhigher ranked alphas only. He still has to do some social climbing within thegang.
Big bear that will literally orbit around youduring your heat.
Won’t be too keen on mounting you, because itdemands a lot of you due to how big he is, but will make sure you’re gettinglots of water and food; producing slick is quite tiresome, he knows. If you’redesperate and keening for him, expect Charles to finish you off with his mouthfor many times before you’re too tired to move.
