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that video of Oscar being so bad at every other sport is so hilarious to me. Imagine omega oscar being courted by whatever alpha and they go on a sports date maybe paddle or so (maybe even a media challenge) and the alpha wants to be so nice and gentlemen like, he tries to let oscar win but it’s futile

poor Oscar still somehow managing to lose with his atrocious performance and the alpha is just in absolute shock at witnessing the biggest athletic disaster class in history

Oscar is also kinda ashamed and tries to make one of his dry jokes but you can hear his frustration with his lack of skill clearly from his voice. Embarrassment from thinking he’s too useless for his “future mate” ☹️

end is just cuddling and deep grumbles from the alpha while oscar is being held in his arms and getting continuously praised

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Mark takes Oscar to a networking event but fails to mention it's for men in motorsports and their sons.

Oscar has no clue until he finds himself alone, in a circle of boys with straight white smiles and shiny smooth skin, talking about how their fathers took them vacationing on an island, how their fathers go to all of their races and take them for gold dusted sundaes after, how their fathers are teaching them the family business, how their fathers are heroes to them.

The boys ask Oscar how he knows his—Mark. Is Mark a friend of his father, maybe? Or a family friend?

"Uh, no." Oscar's throat feels tight. "Mark is, um. He's my manager."

I pay him to take care of me, is what Oscar doesn't say but all the boys hear.

Oscar sees the way their eyes go soft and wet with pity, how their lips curve down in sympathy. He hates it. There's no reason to feel sorry for him. He and Mark have a perfectly fine relationship. It's clear and easy and—professional.

Oh god. Is he—he's just a job to Mark, isn't he? Mark didn't take him to this event to show off his son, to tell all the other old men Look. This is my boy and he's going to be a champion, better than I ever was. Look at him and see why I'm so proud of him. I couldn't ask for a better son.

Oscar's eyes burn and his throat hurts and he realizes that he's going to cry, right here in front of all of the other boys. He's going to embarrass Mark by making a scene like a—like a little boy. Like a bratty little boy crying for his father.

Why did you even ask him that? One boy hisses.

I was just wondering! Another defends.

Both of you shut up, someone insists. You're making it worse. He looks so sad...My dad said that when I'm sad, I should call him. Maybe we should call his Mark? Oscar? Oscar, can you tell us Mark's phone number? Can you hear me? Oscar? Os—

"Oscar? "

Mark's voice is quiet, careful. His hands are warm on Oscar's skin when he cradles his face in his big hands and tilts his head up. Oscar opens his eyes, knowing that they must be all puffy and red with tears. Knowing he must look ugly.

"You found me," Oscar mumbles, soft and sniffly. "How...how'd you know where I was?"

Mark makes a crooning sort of noise, the kind that people make when they see an animal on the side of the road. A bird with its wing bent at an unnatural angle. A sad little boy with a hungry heart that's been starving for attention, every pulsing, skipping beat—please love me please love me I love you please love me too pleaeepleaseplease.

"Of course I found you, kiddo," Mark murmurs. "You think I'd let you wander off somewhere you've never been on your own? I've had an eye on you all night but I thought maybe you'd like some space to make friends. Now, keep still and let me make sure you're alright."

He holds still while Mark holds him, fingers curled tightly in Mark's belt loops. Mark's eyes dart from Oscar's teary eyes to his flushed cheeks to his wobbly lip.

"I don't feel so good," Oscar whispers. He buries his face in Mark's chest, too raw to be ashamed of how needy he must look.

"My poor boy. Let's get you home then, hm?" Mark soothes. He hesitates before seeming to steel himself.

"Daddy's going to go get the car," Mark whispers, hushed like a secret. "Wait here with your friends and I'll be right back. Okay?"

Oscar swallows down his tears and squares his trembling shoulders. Feels Mark's hand slip down to the nape of his thick neck and give him a reassuring squeeze. Tries his best to a big boy.

"Okay, Daddy," he says very bravely. "I'll wait for you."

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alexa play father figure by george michael

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Enjoy this 1k ramble that I wrote because I wanted Oscar to sit on Max's lap xoxo

Oscar clung to Lando's arm as the older Omega dragged him down to the harbor, chatting amicably to the dark haired Alpha walking with them. 

“Lando.” Oscar hissed, trying to get his attention. “Lando I think would rather go home.” He murmured in his friend's ear. His feet were aching in the shoes Lando had picked for him, and he felt increasingly more uncomfortable about how low Lando had unbuttoned the blush pink linen shirt he had borrowed Oscar. He had seen the dark haired Alpha glance at all the skin on show and had since tried to hold the fabric closed with the hand that wasn't desperately holding onto his friend. Lando turned to him, already pouting.

“We don't have to stay long! I know Max quite well, I just want to say hi to him and Charles.” Lando told him. “We'll go home right after, I promise.” He added, holding out his hand to pinky promise Oscar. Oscar sighed. 

“Just a quick visit then.” He murmured, also really not wanting to leave his friend alone. Lando grinned and slung an arm over his shoulders, pressing a messy kiss to his cheek. 

“Thanks Osco!” He purred, making Oscar roll his eyes fondly. The Alpha - was his name Carlos? Oscar vaguely remembered Lando saying his name before - helped them both safely step onto the little ramp leading up into a massive, black yacht. There were plenty of people there already, chatting and dancing and drinking brightly coloured cocktails. Everyone was young and gorgeous and Oscar felt self conscious, seeing some unimpressed looks thrown in his direction.

Lando squeezed his hand as they were led up some stairs to the top deck, where the lounge area was buzzing with happily chatting guests. Lando instantly spotted someone he knew, telling Oscar he would be right back before jumping over some legs to hug a guy standing near the railing. Oscar turned to find Carlos had wandered off as well, leaving Oscar awkwardly hoovering around close to the sofas. He debated sitting down, but all spots seemed taken, as were any spots around the boat where he could lean against something to try and play it cool.

No, Oscar was left standing awkwardly in the centre of the boat, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched uncomfortably.

“You can sit with us, if you'd like.” A voice sounded to his right. A handsome Alpha was sitting on a more secluded lounge area, the sofa partially empty next to him. He had bright blue eyes and plush lips that curled into an easy, gentle smile as Oscar nodded and slipped into the seat next to him.

“Thank you.” Oscar murmured. “I'm Oscar, by the way.” He added, trying not to squirm under the Alpha's curious gaze. 

“Ah yeah, Lando's friend, right? I'm Max.” The Alpha answered. Oh, Max. Lando's very nice friend Max. That was good, if Oscar were to believe Lando. 

“Who's this?” Another Alpha approached the sofa, as pretty and curious as Max. He was carrying two drinks, handing one to Max. He had wide green eyes and messy dark hair held up with a bandana

“This is Oscar, Lando's friend.” Max told him. Before turning to Oscar. “This is Charles, my partner.” 

Ah yes, Charles. Max's very hot Alpha partner. The one Lando said smelled like chocolate.

He didn't lie.

“Nice to meet you, Oscar.” Charles said with a bright grin, before leaning in to kiss Max's cheek and murmuring something that sounded awfully close to ‘I'll find another seat somewhere, baby.’ 

Oscar acutely became aware of the fact that the seat he had take up at Max's side was probably Charles's before, and nos the Alpha had no place to sit next to his Mate anymore.

Oscar jumped up from the seat with wide eyes, grabbing Charles's shoulders and quite frankly manhandling him into the seat instead.

Yes, he just manhandled an Alpha. A pretty Alpha. Whose Mate was watching him with a confused expression now.

“Sorry, I took your seat, didn't I?” Oscar murmured frantically. Charles was staring at him, lips parted into a little ‘o’ shape as Max started to grin next to him, cocking his head to the side as he stared at Oscar with intensity. “I'll go find Lando, or leave or something…” Oscar mumbled awkwardly. 

“You can sit here.” Max told him, leaning back and patting his lap. Now it was Oscar's turn to stare. 

“On your lap?” He huffed, cheeks colouring red. Max shrugged.

“You don't have to. But anyone who can leave Charles speechless is someone I want to get to know.” the alpha replied easily. Oscar turned to Charles, who was indeed still staring at him with wide eyes. Was that shock? Admiration? Oscar wasn't sure.

“I eh.. I guess?” Oscar murmured, supposing it was a better option than awkwardly hanging around near the bathrooms until Lando wanted to leave. He stepped closer and gingerly sat down on Max's thick thighs. “Sorry, I'm probably not the lightest-” he was cut off as Max wrapped an arm around his waist, tugging him closer until Oscar was actually leaning his weight on him and his shoulder was pressed against Max's chest.

“There we go.” Max smiled at the surprised squeak Oscar let out. A big hand moved to Oscar's thigh, keeping him in place. “Are you comfortable, sweetheart?” Max asked more softly, sensing Oscar was still tense. 

“Yeah, just… don't sit on many laps, I guess.” Oscar murmured, ducking his head and looking down on the hand still resting on his thigh. 

“You look good, on his lap.” Charles spoke up, having regained his voice. The Alpha licked his lips, eyes dragging over Oscar. It made Oscar shiver, trying to subtly close his shirt more.

“Are you cold, sweetheart? Here, take this.” Charles fussed instantly, taking a jacket from the backrest of the sofa and wrapping it around Oscar. It smelled like Charles, like dark chocolate, and a bit like Max's more lemon-y scent, too.

“Thanks.” Oscar murmured softly. Max chuckled, gently squeezing Oscar's thigh.

“So shy, like you didn't just manhandle Charles with ease.” He teased. Oscar huffed, wanting to object, but Max stopped him with another squeeze to his leg. “Don't worry, he loved it.” The Alpha added with a wink, leaning in so close his lips almost brushed the shell of Oscar's ear. Oscar swallowed thickly.

“Why don't you stay a bit longer tonight, sweetheart?” Charles smiled. “We are actually going to sail the boat to another harbor, we can have fun.” He added, placing his hand on Oscar's thigh, next to Max's. Oscar let out a soft breath.

And of course, he said yes.

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so oscar is definitely getting pulled over a lap for that, right. maybe mark, maybe max, maybe max and Charles together while Charles watches and max takes, maybe even Lewis, absolutely enraged by losing his Silverstone podium streak so ofc a brat needs to be punished. But either way, that ass is NOT getting out of that weekend without being Ferrari red lmfaoo

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mhm

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The way oscar’s blush blooms across his nose bridge, cheeks and ears; his whole body going totally limp and eyes fluttering close…what a vision…

Cut to him and Lando in the McLaren private party both dressed in playboy bunny costumes getting passed around by wealthy older men sponsoring them and the boys earning their keep by entertaining their cherished guests. They adore how sweet and shy Oscar is blushing so easily from their attention, every grope at his ass or thighs or waist making him jump like a cute bun. Zak takes him in his lap and squeezes the nerves out of him showing the sponsors how docile Oscar becomes with a bit of pressure, turning soft as pudding when manhandled roughly and they all coo at his burning blush and heavy lashes weighing down his eyelids as he parts his legs and lets the men have their fun while Zak holds him secure and whispers praises into his ear

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…so they smoke weed and have crazy sex

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Do you think Oscar ever realised how much smaller his hands are compared to Landos and had a crisis about it? Now he’s all like teehee let’s compare hand sizes, omg look how little mine are. Like, ultimate pick me energy but he just can’t help it.

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Max: actually teaches baby Oscar how to swim, holds him in the water and reassures that he won’t let go of him

Charles: threw him off his yacht into the sea with “He has my monegasque genes, he will survive”

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do y'all think Lewis was mad abt the Brocedes references in the cooldown room made by landoscar? Maybe Nico even broke no contact to text Lewis abt it. Both of them not even being that shocked that Lando is bratting out again but Oscar participating in it?! Lewis sending Lando a hotel number after the race, with just a short text saying “bring Oscar with you”. The papaya boys absolutely confused and even a little bit scared by it but they’re obviously going, like?? That’s Lewis Hamilton asking to see you after the race of course they’re going. They arrive and the door to the room isn’t even closed so they quietly slip in. What they didn’t expect to see is both Lewis and Nico sitting on chairs. Lando being the brat he is makes another stupid Brocedes joke, while Oscar is SO out of his depth he’s basically radiating fear. Nico and Lewis not even giving Landos joke a reaction and one of them telling the papaya boys to sit. But like there are no other chairs?? Lando just standing in front of Oscar, finally not smirking and just being absolutely puzzled. Lewis calling out Oscar to come here, the Aussie being lowkey so scared bcs what do they want??? But ofc he obeys Lewis, shuffling with nervous steps to the older. Lewis immediately puts him over his knees when he’s close enough and finally even Lando realises what’s going on, all while Nico has a huge grin on his face beckoning him over.

poor papaya boys were in for a ride that night but at least they (hopefully) learned their lesson that day

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Wait speak more of choscewis pls if you're so inclined... i'm having thoughts i've never had before. My third eye is opening

my oscar into beastiality the way hes fucking on my goats😛

no but Srsly… the way they Cld All Be verses and this cld b done A hundred diff ways. but Specifically rn id like to discuss pathetic shy sub oscar…

mean over-enthusiastic dom charles and seasoned gentle dom lewis making oscar into an Absolute wet rag of cum and Capital F Feelings.

like First off this is good bc take oscar who is Decidedly chill but #notices greatness and give him an absolute dream of a hero worship threesome. like i think the appeal to me is oscar being So completely unable to comprehend that these two guys who he deemed and accepted as Untouchable. Want to touch him.

like the way oscar has acknowledged both of them as Being anomalous in like. charles being Textbook hot and talented and lewis being LITERALLY a walking legend. like hes observing chewis in a glass case while theyre 10 steps ahead at ferrari hq plotting how they’re gna fill All of his holes…

hot older couple in the paddock walking up to oscar like hey we like your vibe… then when they actually do get to fucking, ferrari being the House Of Meat, charles wld be all competitively pleased hes winning the dick measuring contest, degrading and neglecting oscars cock while lewis is all Older let me fuck u slow wise guy worshiping and smothering oscars dick w attention and praise.

meanwhile oscar is in the middle of this just mentally Losing it at being VISIBLY so much smaller than these two powerhouses –as if their dicks were a measure of their accomplishments and histories and greatness and Boy is he being fucked and filled w greatness Like…

n oscar is cumdrunk and Absolutely humiliating himself infodumping about both their careers bc of Course before he was a driver he was just a nerd who followed them both n he is Sooo gna regret saying all that in the morning but for the time being charles n lewis think its cute so oscar is happy and floaty…

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max LOVES being the one owning things and people and not the other way around like

that man WILL give his mates the Dutch citizenship one way or another

max pr video

okay but is this alpha max claiming his two omegas or alpha max claiming his mate and his pup 🫢

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I’m not sure why this made me think of winners room au with Lewis, Charles and Oscar but yet here we are

• I can just imagine, Ferrari getting a 1-2 and it’s their first of the season so obviously it’s all glitz and glamour and everyone associated with Ferrari is SO happy

• per the F1 mandated rules a Teams 1-2 means the drivers can either use each other OR they can choose a threesome

• so obviously Charles and Lewis are expected to only go with each other but cmon these two have explored each others body plentiful during winter break already

• yet the logistics of this are a bit difficult, Lewis doesn’t want certain people, Charles doesn’t want certain people and they both want to feel comfortable with the person

• So their list keeps getting shorter and both of them are in the mood to handle out control, both Charles AND Lewis have experience with other drivers so they know who’s not gonna submit to them

• they finally land on a safe option: Oscar

• Young Oscar with his bunny teeth who already took Charles in his mouth, blissfully gone in the head the whole time. With a look up to the monegasque that Charles lets out a mournful grunt while recounting the memory to Lewis

• they give their choices to the person handling the winners room and after an hour a freshly showered Oscar gets delivered to their room

• he’s all flushed and shy, while both the Ferrari drivers are lounging on the bed drinking wine

• I’m sure Charles will do the first move, impatient that he is, gesturing the younger to him. Making him kneel before the bed, laying the Aussies head on his thighs and scruffing him at the neck. And Oscar will make the PRETTIEST sounds, all high pitched and whimpery

• Charles will just be like “you see lew? he’s SO willing to submit, it’s rather easy” and the Brit will just laugh with that deep chuckle of his, all while Oscar keeps whining still so flustered and now even a bit ashamed of how easily riled up he must look

• they make Oscar do all kinds of positions but the youngest LOVES being scruffed and then taken from behind, doggy style and all. He’s so gooey in the head and his eyes aren’t focusing that he doesn’t even see Charles coming up from behind to his head. His mouth is already wide open, so it would really just be a shame if Charles let that go to waste now would he

• after the night they tuck Oscar in, keeping him warm from both sides and he immediately cuddles into both of them :((

• the next race Oscar is sporting two very pretty bracelets on each arm, very weirdly the letters L and C are both etched into their respected one’s underside tho ?? Strange but who knows what it could mean

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a/b/o with omega!Oscar but nobody really knew or expected he was one until they paid attention to how he acted and how he looked and they were like "🤨 hold on-"

thought about it like sfw but as you wish!:D

thankss

Mwah mwah mwah love this concept. Didn’t really know which angle to approach this from regarding drivers but I gave it a go.

Formula one, the pinnacle of motorsport. The 20 best drivers competing at the highest level meant that there was no room for distractions, not when they were driving at 300 kilometres an hour in less than optimal conditions. That’s probably why the FIA demanded a suppressant clause be worked into every drivers contract.

The thing with suppressants was that they worked and they worked well, eliminating all chances of instinctual behaviours that could otherwise cause issues between the drivers. So, all of them were required to be on them.

Nobody really spoke about their designation, it was a little taboo to ask someone outright so the majority of the grid remained an unknown.

It’s not like suppressants worked by slapping a patch on their scent glands and going about their days. Suppressants weren’t dissimilar to contraceptives where in they are required to take a pill at the same time every day in order to suppress their instincts.

Most drivers were on the yearly ones that required them to be taken constantly throughout the year with no breaks whereas a select few took specific ones where they could bypass taking them during breaks.

Max Verstappen was the only current driver on the latter and his designation came out pretty quickly once the summer break hit. Alpha. No shocks there.

It was widely assumed that the entire grid were alphas. It was an alpha sport after all. Only one driver had the misfortune of being held under a lens when it came to his designation and that was Charles Leclerc- constantly questioned and monitored by the media who were desperate to know if he was really an omega.

That one was a shock. When his suppressants suddenly started to fail mid race and a deep, musky scent started to fill the paddock once he stepped out of the car. Charles knew what had happened immediately and just shrugged it off with utmost casualty.

“You’re- you’re an alpha?!” Max gasped, brows furrowing deeply. Charles scoffed as he looked over at him.

“Yeah?”

“But- I’m an alpha, that can’t work,” Max muttered, brushing his hand through his head frustratedly.

“What? What are you talking about?” Charles questioned, starting to unbutton the top of his race suit.

“Nothing- nothing,”

And that was that. Charles Leclerc, the most stereotypical omega on the grid, was in fact, an alpha.

Maybe that revelation was what kickstarted the other drivers to become a little more curious about their fellow competitors. Certain drivers knew of other drivers’ designations simply from being close friends but they would never share that information without explicit consent.

Lando hadn’t really though much about his current teammates designation. Oscar was just so…normal. He safely assumed that Oscar was a beta without having any real reason to doubt that.

Until Oscar was seeming a little lethargic during free practice where it seemed that even getting out of the car was a struggle. Lando felt concerned immediately- something weird and protective bubbling up inside him.

Landos feet were moving before he could even stop himself, hands grabbing for Oscar’s shoulders.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice low in a whisper so that no one else could hear- why didn’t he want anyone else to hear?

Oscar blinked at him. And then blinked again. Then blinked once more for good measure before letting out an airy laugh.

“Im fine, mate. I didn’t sleep much because of the time zone difference. I’m good to race, don’t worry, I won’t put it in the barrier and cost the team points,” Oscar said, patting Lando on the back before walking away towards the engineers.

Thats…not what he meant. He wasn’t concerned that Oscar was going to cost the team points, he was worried that Oscar was sick or in pain. It was something primal inside him that was screaming to protect.

Fucking hell, he needed to get himself under control before Oscar started seeing him as the overbearing teammate that was using his 18 extra months on earth against him.

Oscar didn’t need protecting. The issue was that Lando wanted to protect him.

-

“So…Alpha then?” Oscar asked timidly, sliding up beside Charles before they were due to step onto the truck for the drivers parade.

It was the next race after Charles’ shocking designation revelation and it seemed to be the only thing anyone wanted to talk about.

Charles just shrugged, eyes narrowing on Oscar.

“Say what you’re thinking,” Charles said, tone as little sharp. Sue him, all he’s been hearing is how shocked everyone was that he wasn’t an omega.

Oscar seemed startled by the hostility, frowning a little before stepping a little closer, lowering his voice before he spoke again.

“Were you offended that everyone doubted your designation?” Oscar asked, eyes wide but his face was as neutral as ever.

Charles’ face scrunched in confusion.

“Uh…no. It was more that I didn’t like people questioning my ability because of who they thought I was,” Charles said.

And it was true. Any time he fucked up in a race, lost the lead from pole or even had mechanical failures, the media erupted, always making the quip of “must be because he’s an omega,”.

Charles didn’t like that.

“Right…” Oscar said, backing off a little as he folded his arms and leaned against the wall.

“Why?” Charles asked cautiously, but part of him though he’d already connected the dots now that he really thought about it.

About Oscar. About the kind smile he’d always flash in his direction, about the soft way he spoke and plaint way he accepted praise. Charles didn’t want to be stereotypical, but somethings things like this added up.

Oscar looked at him with an expression that could only mean one thing. Uncertainty.

“Doesn’t matter,” Oscar muttered, dropping his gaze from Charles’.

So Charles did what any Nobel alpha would do. He dropped the subject.

“Want to come play paddle tomorrow?”

Charles supposed clamping down on his curiosity was worth it to see the sparkle in Oscar’s eyes at that.

“Y-yeah, sure,”

-

Max hadn’t expected to become so attached to Oscar. He was good mates with Lando and Oscar was obviously Landos teammate so Max supposed it was only natural that he tried to get along with him.

He just didn’t think he’d like him as much as he did.

Oscar could be a little closed off at times and Max respected it. Respected his privacy.

It’s why he felt like complete shit when he accidentally snooped on Oscar’s phone.

He hadn’t meant to, only him and Oscar have incredibly similar phone cases so it was easy to accidentally grab the wrong one. He was only shocked it took this long to happen.

He had gotten all the way into his drivers room before his phone (or more accurately, Oscar’s phone) buzzed. It was a calendar reminder and it seemed to illuminate the entire screen as Max stared at it.

This was definitely not his phone.

Pre-Heat likely to start

Tomorrow at 8am

Okay. So Max really should just forget he saw this. Fuck. Oscar was…Max shouldn’t know.

Max scrubbed a hand through his hair as he switched Oscar’s phone off immediately before pocketing it again. He should tell Oscar. He deserves that, at least.

He didn’t have much time to prepare before there was a knock at the door and a soft voice calling for him.

“Max? I have your phone,”

It was Oscar. Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck.

“Yeah, come in, mate,” Max said, gritting his teeth as he tried to desperately think up how he was going to word this. He had to tell Oscar that he knew. Had to apologise. Had to- fuck, he just had to make sure Oscar was okay.

Oscar seemed as casual as ever as he gave Max a soft smile before reaching his arm out with Maxs phone in his hand.

“Here. We must have picked up the wrong ones,” He said easily as he slid the phone into Maxs loose grasp.

“Oh…” Max said before reaching round to his back pocket to grab Oscar’s phone to hand off to him.

“Easy mistake,” Max said as Oscar grabbed his phone before immediately looking at the screen.

Max was about to open his mouth to speak, to explain to Oscar that he would keep his secret safe but as soon as Oscar looked at his phone, his face seemed to crumble. Blatant fear and anxiety written all over his body language.

“You- you hadn’t checked your phone yet, had tou?” He asked, eyes wide and breath hitched.

Max couldn’t even bear to see him like this. To see him so scared. Fuck. He couldn’t let the omega feel like this. Max was an alpha- it was his job to protect.

“No,” He said simply and Oscar’s body seemed to sag as the tension seeped out of him immediately. Relief flowing over him.

“Right, okay, that’s good. I’ll seen you next week then,” Oscar was out the door before Max could say anything further.

And if he started to pay closer attention to Oscar and make sure to hold doors open for him more often than usual then that was no one’s business but his own.

-

There was no doubt in Carlos’ mind about Oscar’s designation. Not that he thought about it that often. It was just that Oscar clearly didn’t want to share territory with Carlos so was taking it out on him on track. That had to be the only logical explanation. It was natural for alphas to fight over dominance.

Perhaps he wanted to have a go at Oscar for impeding him during the race- not that the FIA seemed to agree as they had deemed it a racing incident. Carlos thought otherwise. But maybe that’s why he ended up at the McLaren hospitality.

He didn’t exactly know how he was going to approach this. It was late, there was no one around but Carlos knew Oscar was still here- he’d specifically asked Lando about it who had looked at him a little suspiciously.

Except, strangely, Carlos wandered in on Oscar sleeping. Body curled up in a tower of pillows and blankets that seemed to make him look so small. Carlos’ eyes widened a little.

Oscar was sleeping in a nest.

And he was purring.

Carlos blinked in confusion before his eyes settled on Oscar’s face, as he observed the soft curve of Oscar’s nose and the swoop of his hair. The solidness of his shoulders but the narrowness of his waist. Now that Carlos looked at him, like, really looked, he could see the way Oscar’s body differed from his own in a way that suggested more than just nutritional differences.

Carlos had heard about it before. About how some omegas lash out against alphas as a form of protection- a way to keep themselves safe and warn alphas that they would not be taken down easily.

Strangely, Carlos’ chest tightened at that thought.

Did Oscar see him as a threat? Like…a genuine threat, in a way that the omega feared that Carlos would physically harm him?

Oh god.

Carlos almost felt sick at the thought. He would never do something to actually harms Oscar.

Sure, he pissed Carlos off in ways that no one else seemed to manage and his nonchalant nature just vied to make Carlos angrier. But he’d never hurt him.

Carlos had barely noticed himself getting closer, basically standing over Oscar’s nest. Carlos quickly realised that if Oscar were to wake up in this moment then he would seem pretty threatening so he stood back as quickly as he realised.

He couldn’t have this.

He would prove to Oscar that he was a worthy alpha.

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Okay but some journalist making remarks about how seb is an exotic animal species while osc is just a house cat and how disappointing that must be to Mark and he rips them a new one. Chewing them out for outdated views and stuff like that. Maybe it’s even during commentating, and he’s with Jenson who has to try to calm the atmosphere while agreeing with mark.

Meanwhile Oscar is living his best life with momma seb, cuddling in a nest after wandering and exploring the paddock with the biggest curious eyes. He’s just a lil cutie pie

Oh plss! Maybe people are assuming Oscar is Mark's biological child, maybe one he had with Seb and while Mark doesn't mind that assumption - that kitty is his baby okay!- he very much doesn't appreciate talks about how "common and boring" Oscar is while Seb is so exotic and rare. Mark ripping them a new one and Uncle Jense, one of Oscar's fav who makes him giggle a lot, is there to support cos no one should talk like that!!

Meanwhile Oscar is happily purring in a nest with momma Seb, tired after a long day of exploring and not even responding to Seb's playful baps to his head lol, he is too tired to play! Seb just tucking him closer as Oscar starts to dose off, but Seb knows Osc will try to stay awake until Mark is with them again!

Maybe they were allowed to nest in the pack house as it's safest for them and some drivers are watching them curiously but don't approach too quickly after Seb hissed for approaching his cub too fast sksks. Maybe Lando veeeeery slowly shuffles over with some snacks for that and that is approved by Seb ksk