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Carlos waited for the biting pain of Lando's follow up statement, but that was it. That was all Carlos was offered. That is all Lando offered up for him. He was in love with him. He had to be lying or actually dying. He heard of this, omega's dying in heat. Though that was usually from going decades without any sort of heat partner or heat suppressant and Carlos knew from first hand experience that Lando had his heat every six months and was a perfectly physically healthy omega with a normal appetite and an above average filling of knots during his heat.

"I'm in love with you, you fucking stupid alpha. Have been for years." Carlos scoffed and maybe he got why Lando was always so angry. Everyone assumed he was stupid because he was an omega.

Lando thought that Carlos was stupid because he was an alpha. He knew Lando was in love with him, they'd been spending every heat and rut together for years. Lando cut Oscar off months ago. The problem is that Lando would never admit that. Something had to be up or maybe, God forgive him for ever saying this about Lando, he had omega brain due to his heat.

"Carlos, come here now." Lando demanded and Carlos was so trained by him that he did it. Lando climbed in his lap, pressing his cold nose against his neck. Against his scent gland.

Oh.

"You smell like-" He cut himself off and lifted his nose, anger simmering in his eyes as he said "You smell like her." He lifted his chin as his jaw worked and looked at Carlos down the end of his nose. He was flushed and smelled so heavily like spiced eggnog and vanilla that Carlos could almost get drunk off his smell.

"I saw her today. She hugged me." Carlos smirked at Lando.

"I-You knew today I started my heat and you saw the stupid fucking beta that your family set you up with instead of being here with me." Lando was so angry and it made his scent so heavy. Carlos was so turned on. Lando shifted and could probably feel it. He was angry but he was also an omega in heat and had been waiting for Carlos to come home to their shared apartment so he could help him.

"I'm not letting you knot me." He growled even as he mouthed against his neck. "But I do love you." Always a but with Lando. Carlos wonders if Lando knows they're already mated. That their scents match perfectly and have for so long. It didn't matter if he said that now, he would want to be knotted when he was inside of him. Lando rarely wanted to be knotted, preferring for Carlos to be the one getting fucked or making Carlos pull out. But during his heat, he wanted it so badly he would actually ask. Carlos knew he would be asking.

Two years of sleeping with Lando, of being Lando’s best friend, of being the thing Lando hates the most, of being in love with the other man.

He thinks maybe Lando loves him. He knows Lando likes him, in some manner. But, Lando is complicated and has the cruelty of a sharp knife if he feels backed into a corner, always so fucking quick to wield his quick silver tongue and cruel smirk.

“I’m just so not sure what you want from me! You told me you don’t like alphas and then you drag me into the next room and shove your hand down my pants!” Lando gives him that look he has whenever he’s annoyed with Carlos, stormy eyes brewing up something bad.

“Look I care about you alright? Quite a bit, I’m afraid. I do love you, Carlos.” Carlos is shocked speechless for half a second while Lando continues “Is that what you want to hear? I’m not gonna put up with this shit anymore. I don’t want alphas like that. I think you’re hot and you help me with heats and I do love you. But I don’t want to move to fucking Madrid and build a homestead and be your stay at home wife or that shit.”

Carlos has never held that expectation of Lando. He never even let any of his alpha instincts take over when it came to Lando. He let him smack him, spit on him, use him to his heart’s content, let him be the dominant, forceful omega he was. He let Lando be the contradiction that he prided himself in being. He was in love with how much Lando wasn’t everything that everyone expected him to be.

“That’s not even what I want!” Lando scoffed and leaned forward, his posture tight as he looked Carlos up and down once.

1.

“Celine! Will You stop being such a menace to me?”

All Seb heard was a crash and Charles swearing in French. Sebastian bit his lip, afraid to turn the corner.

When he did, he saw all of Charles’ course work on the floor along with at least half of his helmet collection.

2.

“Chéri, I’m begging you!”

Raising a six year old was honestly the hardest thing Seb has ever done and he was a 4 time world champion. Especially a 6 year old who was half him and half Charles Leclerc. She was whip smart and way too aware of it.

The best part though, by far, was watching his husband attempt to do her hair. Long, beautiful, curly, and the most beautiful brown he’s ever seen (maybe he’s biased).

Every morning before Charles wrestled her into her uniform and put her into the sensible Nissan he made Seb buy, he did her hair in beautiful styles. Sadly, they also had a child with a severe inability to sit still. And every morning, Charles used that line to beg her to sit down in her chair so he could do her hair.

3.

“You’re the most beautiful choice I’ve ever made.”

Sebastian tried to ignore the tears in Charles’ eyes as they watched their daughter graduate middle school, but he knew that this was important to Charles. Every moment in her life was proof that he made the life he dreamed of when he would lay and bed and beg to be taken away from the body he was forced into.

He heard him whisper this into her hair as he hugged her tight, kissing her temple as he pulled away, his green eyes watery.

“Papa!” She whispered, blushing “You’re being sappy!” But she held his hand as they walked over to her best friend’s family, her dimpled grin matching her Papa’s.

4.

“Your Vatti is about to keel over, tone it down!”

He was not about to keel over, but he was shocked beyond belief as he heard the things his daughter was saying. Sebastian just laughed, sitting beside Charles on the couch.

“I’m just sayingggg, dad.” She was on an English kick, and called them both that despite the fact that it confused them greatly.

“It’s just purple hair dye! A little bleach and some pink hair dye! My friends are all doing it.” She rolled her eyes, an exact mirror of her Papa. Still at the age of 14, she was his twin.

“But you always said you never wanted to dye your hair and now this…” he gestured and she prompted “BTS.” He nodded.

“BTS! Is making you want to dye your hair purple and go to Paris? You know Paris is really stinky, right?” She giggled and shook her head.

“Dad, we’ve been, I know it smells but I still wanna go. It’s my dream, please! Charlotte said we can stay with her Auntie.”

Sebastian sighed and told her to grab his wallet, already grabbing her iPad to see these tickets.

5.

“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.”

Charles started singing that song to Celine when she was born, a fresh bundle of blanket and pink baby. It had so many versions, Sebastian could never keep track of all of them. But he sang it to her every night before she slept until she was 10.

Then he would sing it randomly to her whenever she needed him to just rock her, and comfort her. He sang it to her when she graduated high school.

Deep heaving breaths came from the radio, nothing else. Charles had pressed the button so he had to have been semi-conscious, but Seb had so many flashbacks to all the crashes he’s seen, the crashes he’s driven past, the funerals he’s attended-

“Putain.” Charles groaned through the radio, the hurt echoing through his voice as the marshals attempted to pull his car over. Sebastian watched on the cameras as Charles released himself from the seat, his body slowly crawling out of the car before he sat down, the medical car almost tipping with the force that it braked, the doctor spilling out to evaluate Charles.

Sebastian had to turn away from the monitor, the silence on track speaking for itself as everyone held their breath. He couldn’t watch, he couldn’t do anything. He wishes he could convince Charles to leave this sport.

“I know! I know mi vida, but I must. I’m already late for this meeting and you know how my father’s board gets when they’re mixing up over money. I need to go.” He slid his hand over Lando’s jaw, kissing him and Lando felt like he was in some corny rom-com. But he sighed, nodding his permission that it was okay, even though he wanted to pretend it wasn’t.

“When you get home, you better finish eating me out.” Was what he followed with as he crossed his arms over his chest and watched Carlos leave.

He got up once he heard the door open and close, signaling that Carlos had left to go to work and do whatever nepo babies did in their dad’s office. Lando didn’t care so much that he was a nepo baby, nor did he really care what he did, all he knew was that Carlos took care of him and their life together.

-

It wasn’t always like that. Lando giving Carlos permission to do every little thing, ruling the roost.

It started out like Lando shivering on the streets, teeth trembling and body barely covered as he attempted to turn tricks, spotting Carlos across the street and approaching him. He saw how Carlos looked at him, so he thought he was intrigued.

Carlos later said he was horrified someone so pretty was out on the streets. Lando wasn’t out on the streets for long, he was very pretty so he got picked up by an escorting agency quick. Carlos was a very loyal customer, Lando’s highest bidder, the one who took Lando to the places that he wanted to go and who held his hand.

He was the one who let Lando hit him, lightly slapping everything that Carlos represented: wealth, privilege, men who thought they owned others. The joke was on everyone because for the first time in his life, Lando owned something. He owned Carlos, he drew him out and collared him and claimed him and Carlos just let him.

-

“Mi amor.” Carlos tsked as Lando kissed him over and over, all over his face and lips and neck, smearing the bright pink lipstick onto his tan skin before giggling and taking a photo.

“Mi corazón.” He mocked as he looked at the photo “I needed to test the transfer on this lipstick. It sucks, but at least I got to cover you in my love.” He looked up at Carlos, blown a little breathless. Lando thought deep down that he wasn’t worthy of all of this, and yet, they were still together 5 years later.

Carlos worshiped the ground that Lando walked on, buying him all the makeup he wanted to become a beauty influencer and draping him in the finest clothing, filling up their walk in and then the guest room with the way he spoiled him.

He looked, nodded his head, and blinked a couple more times to note that yeah he was in fact watching his fiancé in a bright red leotard and white leggings perform acrobatic feats.

“And then we go into a roll-oh hey chéri!” Charles said to his thousands of fans that were watching his livestream, probably dutifully and with screen record on.

The camera couldn’t see him but he could see the comments rolling through rapidly, almost too fast to read as Charles smiled his “Seb smile” as all their friends called it. Seb smiled back, before mouthing

“What the fuck is this?” Charles snorted and he shook his head, saying “Do not worry!”

Sebastian wasn’t worried. If performing gymnastics in a high cut leotard would pay their bills, he would happily join in. Though, he wonders if maybe it’s Charles’ pretty face that paid the bills and not his frankly amazing feats.

He just watched, intrigued and very baffled by how much people paid to have Charles perform in front of them.

-

It was fine that Charles was an internet star but it stopped being so fine when they were doing some Christmas shopping, Charles’ nose an adorable Rudolph red, to which Sebastian was about to tease him about when someone stopped them in the street, gasping.

“Oh. My. God. are you clsedici?” they practically yelled (it was a slightly loud tone). Charles looked astounded before nodding with a huge smile, approaching them and chatting, leaving Sebastian behind with all the bags. He rolled his eyes and stopped beside Charles, setting a bag down to pull his beanie over his red ears when he caught the tail end of what the person was saying.

“-thought you were so cute! You so are, like…you’re so pretty.” Charles blushed but Seb raised an eyebrow and pulled the beanie down anyway, causing Charles to huff and pull it up where it was slightly over his eyes, turning to look at Sebastian half fond, half irritated.

“Can’t have The Prince of the internet getting cold.” He winked. Charles’ fan looked bewildered before they gasped again, startling Seb just a little more than he’d like to admit.

“Are you his mysterious fiancé?” They gushed and Seb smiled politely, not giving an answer. He was not too keen on being much of a public figure and while he supposed that one person knowing his face was fine, it was the fact that if one person knew than a whole lot more would follow.

“I don’t think so.” Sebastian replied and Charles smacked his arm lightly, rolling his eyes.

“Please do not mind him!” Charles said for him, turning back to his fan “Seb is a-how do you say-Uhm.” He thought for a second before it popped up “A crab! He lives in a house that is a shell…” Sebastian was endeared and also a little baffled that his own fiancé, the love of his life, would imply that he was a hermit.

“It’s okay! I understand, I don’t want his picture or anything, but maybe a picture with you?” They asked, a little bashful. Sebastian took the photo with him, the fan blushing and Charles looking absolutely delighted. The fan said goodbye, grinning from ear to ear and Charles came back to him, grabbing his hand again.

Seb just gave him a sideways glance before dramatically sighing as he said “I always knew you’d end up getting too famous for me! You’re going to be on the toktok app soon and you’ll really be too famous for your boring, hermit fiancé.”

“Hermit! That’s it.” Was all Charles said as he laced their fingers together, a smile on his face as he giggled to himself.

-

Charles wanted to make a vlog out of their wedding.

“Come on, babe. It’ll be a very nice video to remember our day by.” Charles was so lucky he was so fucking cute. Like extremely lucky. He was even luckier that Sebastian was absolutely taken by him.

“Charles…” He replied, his tone of disbelief and resignation enough for Charles to beam at him where he lay in bed, shirtless and wearing his very cute reading glasses. He put on the reading glasses. This was a serious matter of manipulation.

“I want to share these things with the people who support me!”

Sebastian just shook his head, but Charles had already gotten his way and he knew it, rolling on top of Sebastian as soon as he got into bed, kissing him on the lips and perching himself on his lap.

“I promise it’ll just be me and the wedding. No you.” Sebastian put his hands on his hips, more focused on the handprints he had left there the night prior.

“You’ve already gotten your way, sweetheart.” Seb sighed, kissing his collarbones. “Have mercy on an old man, please.”

Carlos knew there was a reason why Lando was so insistent on them doing the mating press without a condom, a position he would never allow Carlos to do under any circumstances. He would also normally never let Carlos knot him, always wrinkling his nose and calling Carlos a loser alpha who only thinks with his dick. He thought maybe this was Lando showing vulnerability, especially after he saw Carlos react to the other alpha on his skin and the residual slick scent he always had after he had just had sex.

Carlos thought Lando was trying to reassure him but he fell so easily into Lando’s fucking trap like a fool.

“No. You don’t get to do your dumb alpha posturing and then act like you don’t care!” Lando bit back at him, his scent of spiced eggnog and vanilla turning spiked with bitterness and frustration. Carlos rolled his eyes, trying to keep his own scent pressed down.

But there it was, his own scent of ginger and french cognac going even more sharp and Lando smirked at him as soon as it hit him.

He slyly brought his camera up to record, feeling every single bit of his heart explode as he saw the two people he loved the most doing what they loved: talking about bees and the environment.

Celine grinned as she saw his camera pointed at her, her blue eyes and dimples making his heart melt as he filmed them. Sebastian’s slightly embarrassed death glare made him just that little bit more fond, head tilting as he winked at Seb and zoomed into his face, getting every detail as he explained how bees could actually fly. According to the Bee Movie no they couldn’t was what a little kid was arguing back.

When all the other kids presented and the whole science with Dad day was over, Charles collected his little hive, pressing a kiss to each of their blonde heads of hair.

“I love it, baby! You did so well, Papa is so proud of you.” He picked her up and spun her around, causing the bee wings on her presentation costume to flutter.

“My little bee, taking off from the hive.” He cooed, his eyes nearly filling with tears as he realized just how big she was getting.

“Papa!” Celine whined “Don’t cry, I’ll cry and then Vatti will call us cry baybees.”

-

When Charles got pregnant at 18, freshly transitioned with a T prescription only months old and fresh top surgery scars, he was horrified. He was even more horrified when he realized that the only person he had slept with in the past 2 months was Sebastian Vettel.

F1 star Sebastian Vettel. Ferrari’s most beloved Sebastian Vettel.

He didn’t even have Sebastian’s number. They just connected at the club and then fucked in Charles’ tiny flat before Charles told him he needed to leave because he had class in the morning. Sebastian was horrified when Charles said how old he was and that was that!

Until like, he got knocked up and had to contact his assistant who then set up a meeting to try and convince him the baby wasn’t Seb’s (she was.) before Seb walked in with a smirk that dropped the moment he saw Charles’ face.

“Fuck.” was all he said.

“What do you mean Fuck? The baby IS yours?” His assistant whipped around to say.

“Well. It could be!” Sebastian shrugged.

“It is.” Charles chimed. “You’re the only guy I’ve slept with. In the last couple months.” He slid over the ultrasound of the blob baby.

“Fuck.” Seb’s assistant said. Sebastian just nodded in agreement as he stared at the baby.