hope you‘re having a good summer :)
(resubmitting this because I still can‘t stop thinking about the trophy omega!au 🏆anon came up with - sorry it got so long)
It is set in 2023 which we all know was Max season. Yet even then he didn‘t win all the races. As our precious lestappen pointed out this year: „anything can happen and it usually does“
Max didn‘t win 3 races (Jeddah, Baku and Singapore) and Imola was cancelled. But what if it wasn‘t and he didn‘t win that either? A driver of your choice won it. So we have this situation where Max already got Charles to revert back to his usual self with either also winning Jeddah and/or Baku or having talked to Checo and Checo just listening to what Max told him because he really doesn‘t care for the whole trophy omega thing since he has his omega and kids at home and knowing RB if it comes down to it they will tell him to let Max take the win for the wdc anyway. But now we‘re at Imola and surprisingly enough neither RBR driver won. But someone else. Someone quite traditional. Who thinks Omegas should not really be seen or heard but are good fucks and good for looking pretty when displayed and generally just really traditional.
Max tries talking to the them but they don‘t listen. They want Charles. But imagine their surprise when they enter the winners suit and instead of finding a docile little omega like they expected they get this omega who acts like a menace and who doesn‘t just surrender and bow. And how can that be? So afterwards they file a complaint with the FIA and when the next race break rolls around Charles gets disciplined and then the stuff in the second part you wrote happens.
And when Max goes to war against the FIA regarding them hurting his precious Charlie, his omega, he finds that tidbit of information and while he can‘t risk shunting whoever into the wall as long as Charles is not securely his, all bets are off as soon as that isn‘t a problem anymore.
Or it actually could be Carlos at the Singapore GP. He won and he always wanted to have a beautiful docile omega. Also he really doesn’t like Max and how he has won pretty much every race this season. So he doesn’t give a flying fuck about what Max wants to tell him about the omega who awaits him and actually he thinks Max should just shut the fuck up and get lost. So now he is met with Charles. Charles who has been brought out of his shell and training by Max for basically half a year by then. So he is the exact opposite of what Carlos expected and wanted. As soon as possible afterwards he complains to the FIA. The FIA listens and decides to punish Charles. But in order to do so properly they need to wait until the next race break. Which just happens to be after Suzuka. Suzuka where Max won and held Charles through the night as Charles cried about Jules and how Charles wanted to race and win for Jules right there in Suzuka. So that would line your second piece up with Max winning the championship. Imagine the fury: Max fresh from winning the WDC and that‘s when your second piece is happening. Afterwards Max doesn‘t care anymore. He won the wdc and Charles is rightfully his. He will hunt the fia down. He will hunt Carlos down. Nothing will change the outcome of the season anymore. And then our favourite Alpha goes to war.
Trophy Omega AU: Part 1, Part 2
I'm so sorry for how long it's taken me to answer this ask!! 😭
But this prompt @snufflet?? Ohhh did you deliver! 🙌🥲🐂 This aligns so perfectly with the 2023 season where Max won every single race and the ones he didn't win were won by Checo.....who has zero interest in sleeping with a Trophy Omega since he's happily married and just wants to go home to his wife.
But Singapore.....Singapore is where everything changes and Mad Max claws his way to the surface with a fire and fury the F1 paddock has not seen in years. Because anyone who dares to hurt his Charlie—whether that be an aggressive fan, another F1 driver, or the goddamn FIA itself—they will face the wrath of the Red Bull champion.
Because every tear Charles cries, every desperate plea he utters—that is a mark of vengeance Max will exact.
And then there's Charles.
Our Trophy Omega who has been so carefully loved and cared for by Max that he is no longer the broken, docile, empty-eyed Omega who obeyed his captors and did as he was told. It's been seven months since Max stormed into his life and told Charles to slap him, curse him, or scream at him—but he should never, ever get down on his knees for Max.
Because Max doesn't want obedience. He wants the bright-eyed, passionate, vivacious Omega karter who angrily shoved Max to the side after losing a race and told him, point blank, that "you were good for this one race, but I will win again next week."
Before flouncing off with a pout and a flip of his hair.
When Charles began to realize that Max would rather have Charles scratch, claw, and bite at him then meekly whimper out "yes, Alpha" and "no, Alpha", he slowly began to regain the confidence that had been beaten down by the FIA and all its scheming executives.
For the last seven months, Charles Leclerc has been Max Verstappen's doted and pampered Omega who no longer slept with anyone except Max. Charles's sterile cell back at the FIA headquarters was a distant memory because Max managed renegotiate terms after he won race after race after race.
Charles was whisked away to his Alpha's penthouse where, for the first time in years, he got to do exactly as he pleased without asking for permission or fearing rebuke and punishment. He got to cuddle with his Alpha for as long as he wanted, he was fed bites of sweet mango while he cuddled on the couch with Jimmy and Sassy, he could spend lazy summer days aboard the Unleash the Lion, he could sim race Max until one of them got frustrated and grabbed the other for kisses and.....something a little dirtier than just kisses 🤭
In the span of seven months, Charles began to remember who he was before the contract he signed stole his life away.
And somehow, the FIA thinks that he'll revert back to that simpering, docile Omega he was before Max?
Before he met his Alpha and was showered with devotion, care, and the kind of love that made Charles remember just how strong and beautiful he actually was?
There was no way, absolutely no way, he was going to lay on his back and let anyone have their way with him.
So when Carlos strolls into the penthouse suite expecting to see pretty little Charles Leclerc kneeling on the enormous California King bed in nothing but a skimpy bra and panties, he's in the for the surprise of a lifetime.
Because Charles is standing by the foot of the bed, wrapped up in an ugly oversized bathrobe that is blue and slightly faded and smells disgusting.
Like the scent of another Alpha.
"What in god's name are you wearing?" Carlos snaps. He knows there are a million other questions he needs to address first but this—this atrocity needs to be burned and buried right here and now.
He expects the Omega to fall to his knees and apologize, to tell him there was a mix-up. That he can make Alpha feel better, that he can be so, so good for Alpha.
Instead, the green-eyed brat crosses his arms and lift his chin. "This is my Max's bathrobe. I chose this." He looks Carlos directly in the eye. "And I will not be taking it off."
Carlos scoffs. "What kind of game are you playing at Omega?"
"Don't call me that. My name is Charles." The Omega snaps back icily.
Like he had any right to.
Carlos stares at him for a moment before taking one step closer.
"Get down on your knees."
The brunet's eyes shine with defiance. "No."
"The only time I will ever kneel is if I want to. Not because I was ordered to. And the only Alpha I will ever kneel for is my Max. Because he would never command me to."
"So Verstappen's the one who's spoiled you rotten?" Carlos muses, slightly surprised that the Dutch driver has indulged this deficient Omega to such a degree. "Has that race-obssessed virgin never slept with another Omega?" He tilts his head. "Or have you somehow convinced him that your cunt is worth all this trouble?"
"I'm not inclined to talk about my personal life with you." He smiles at Carlos, sickly sweet. "So you can take the spare bedroom and we'll spend this night in solitude."
Carlos barks out a laugh. "You really think you can get away with this? With defying me? Defying the FIA?"
"We'll see, won't we?" Charles refuses to allow the fear to take hold. He's not fighting alone anymore—he has Max.
And Max has claimed Charles as his.
Right as Charles is about to order Carlos to get out of the bedroom, the Alpha tries to grab his shoulder—
But the Omega is quicker.
He picks up the nearest candlestick holder and slams the shining bronze artifact on Carlos's wrist.
The Alpha lets out a low, pained growl as he jerks back, one hand cradling his injured wrist. "Why you little—"
"Touch me again and I'll stab this candlestick holder through your eye." Charles snarls, looking less like an Omega and more like a furious, enraged Alpha.
The sight alone turns Carlos off—the ugly bathrobe, the cold mannerism, the bratty behavior.
"You know," he hisses, wrist throbbing in pain, "you'll get the punishment of a lifetime once I relay all this to the FIA."
"Go ahead." The brat snaps. "I'm not afraid."
"Why? Because Verstappen's fucked you a few times?"
"No. Because I am not an object to be owned and if the FIA tries, I'll go to every news and media outlet in the world and tell them everything."
"No one will believe you."
"Maybe not." Charles clutches at the bronze candlestick holder. "But they'll believe a 2-time F1 world champion."
"Ha!" Carlos throws his head back and laughs. "You really think Verstappen is going to protect you? That he's going to risk his career for an Omega whore?"
"I am not a whore." He repeats the word his Maxie had whispered against his throat night after night, cradling Charles close like he was something rare and precious. "And Max will. I know he will. He loves me and I love him. And no one is going to keep us apart for any longer."
Carlos actually rolls his eyes at the declaration. "You're delusional." He shakes his head. "A pretty, delusional Omega. What a waste."
"If I'm such a waste then you'll turn around and get the fuck out."
"And you're a vulgar thing too." Carlos's lip curls in disgust. "Why Verstappen would even entertain you for as long as he has is a mystery. Enjoy your last moments of freedom." He picks his helmet back up. "Because once the FIA learns this, you'll be kept in a padded cell for the rest of your life."
Charles exhales, slow and careful once he hears the front door click shut.
He knows the FIA will hurt him for this act of defiance.
They'll punish him and beat him and...likely worse.
But for the first time in what feels like forever, Charles holds his head high and refuses to cower.
He is loved, he is protected, and he knows his Max will fight the FIA for him.
He'll fight—and he will win.
(Cue the events of Part 2 above 💙)
