Hello! Now that you've brought up Maxiel.... What if Daniel and Max were faking being a courting pair or already mated? Whether it's to protect a young and naive Max from Horner (🤢) or because the FIA requires omega to be mated/have an alpha for their heat cycles.
The Lestappen comes in from when Max and Charles were karting. Obviously, no one knows their A/B/O status until they present during puberty, but everyone assumes pretty boy Charles is going to be an omega, and Max is an alpha. Max in a fit of frustration at the race being delayed after an argument between Charles and a bunch of rude older boys that were teasing him for his lack of future in racing, declares in front of everyone that Charles is promised to him and will race for however long he wants because they're the two best racers there, "can we go back to me winning this race" 😤.
Max and Charles don't present by the time Max is called up to Toro Rosso. However, Charles now an alpha sees the shocking and desparging headlines that Mad Max is an omega without an alpha about to debut with Alfa Romeo and must be thrown out of F1! He remembers that blonde little boy who claimed him without thought when the roles were reversed. It would only be fair that he also claim the beautiful and still impressive driver to make sure they do, in fact, meet as rivals on track. He has courting gifts all picked out, but when he arrives to the track for testing he sees Max with a "bite mark" (make-up or prosthetics) on his neck. A wave of anger and jealousy rises as he sees Daniel (😒) wrap his stupid tattooed arm around HIS omega's waist.
Anyways, sorry for the length. Thank you for writing all that you do
Hi @sciencefangal ♥️
I read this and instantly went, "Feral possessive Alpha!Charles would absolutely lose his mind and come charging in, banners raised, publicly declaring his intention to court Max despite him being 'mated'" ⚔️
Picture a gorgeous, pouty, Sauber rookie Charles (we're in 2018 here) who has zero morals when it comes to Max and decides to homewreck with impunity. It's even funnier when you remember Max isn't actually mated and the "mating bite" on his neck is just waterproof makeup carefully applied by a professional makeup artist every time he needs to make a public appearance.
The Red Bull personnel still remember the enormous fuss Max kicked up when they suggested that he mate with Daniel for real. After all, they both liked each other, Max needed to be mated if he wanted to continue racing in a top tier team (he already used up his 1 year grace period in Toro Rosso), and no one actually expected Max and Daniel to get married. Once he retired, Max could start dating and marry for love.
But the second this idea was proposed to an 18 year old Max Verstappen during his very first meeting at Milton Keynes?
Max threw a goddamn tantrum. Right in front of all the executives from Red Bull Racing and the actual Red Bull company, in front of all the engineers and scientists, in front of his race engineer and his brand new teammate, Daniel Ricciardo. "The only Alpha I'm going to get mated to is my Cha—I mean, I already have an Alpha in mind! He'll be in F1 soon, just you wait and see! He's so passionate and brilliant and you should see his pace over 1 lap! He'll be on pole every single race! He's the Alpha I want and if I can't mate with him, I won't mate with anyone!" Max threw his flat brim hat onto the enormous, glossy conference table, crossed his arms, and glared.
After that, it was agreed that Max would fake being mated to a rather hurt Daniel who kind of had a crush on the fiery blue-eyed Omega but...guess it was one-sided.
Still, Daniel always plays up their mating during public appearances and Max kind of goes along with it. He's not enthusiastic but at least he's not stomping his feet and throwing his hat around like he did back in 2016.
Everything goes on well enough until pre-season testing for 2018 rolls around. When Danny sees Max, the Omega is literally bouncing on his toes, impatiently waiting for someone while constantly checking his phone. Just as Daniel is about to make a joke about having ants in his pants, Max's whole face lights up in the most blinding, brilliant smile Daniel has ever seen.
It's a smile that could rival his own camera ready grin and it leaves the Australian Alpha a little stunned because Max is never excited to see anyone. Not even GP and he loves the British race engineer like his older brother.
"Charlie!" Max's voice carries throughout the studio, causing everyone to freeze.
In a blur of navy blue and red, Max bolts towards an approaching figure.
The overhead lights swing around until they spotlight Max and a lithe brunet dressed in crimson and white.
The stranger is...dangerously pretty. Almost angelic with his perfect features, big doe eyes, and sun-kissed skin that really should not be possible since they're still in the dead of winter.
Max practically shoves everyone out of his way to get to this mysterious Alpha and once he's close enough, the brunet pounces.
Even though he and Max are pretty much the same height, the rookie driver is clearly wiry and sculpted—he's all lean muscle and raw strength—and he picks Max up, physically lifting him off the ground, and spins the Dutch Omega around in circles.
Max's delighted laughter echoes throughout the room, head thrown back, looking so carefree and overjoyed that several people just stand there, mouths open, because this cannot be Mad Max.
Can it?
"Oh Charlie, Charlie I'm so glad you're finally here! You kept me waiting for so long!"
Daniel watches as those emerald eyes sparkle. "I told you I'd have a chance to push you off a race track again, chéri."
"No puddles this time." Max pouts as the rookie gently sets him down.
But his arms remain wrapped around Max's waist.
"And no disqualifications." The rookie adds with a rueful chuckle.
Max giggles delightedly, wrapping his own arms around the young Alpha's neck. "Oh I can't wait to battle you on track, lief. It'll be so much fun and once you're in Ferrari we can battle for P1 and see who wins the most races and after we'll get dinner and—"
The rookie leans in close, hand brushing against Max's jaw, as if ready to caress his mating gland when suddenly, he freezes.
Daniel watches as the rookie's entire body goes tense.
That's right, the Aussie can't help but think (with a bit of smugness), Max is mated to me. Well, sort of.
Just as Daniel is ready to walk over and pretend like he's Max's Alpha again, the rookie moves his hand to the back of Max's neck, fingertips playing with the dark blond strands.
"Have dinner with me tonight, cher." He asks (requests?) in a smooth French-sounding accent. "I want my very first meal as an F1 driver to be shared with you. My favorite driver."
"Of course!" Max agrees so quickly Daniel doesn't even have time to interject. "Where do you want to go? I can pick you up and after we can have dinner at my place...if you'd like?" A sweet shyness creeps into Max's voice. "I have a little bakery I always visit whenever I'm here and I'd really like to share that with you."
Daniel swallows down the bile rising in his throat.
Yeah, he and Max aren't really mated but he thought they were friends.
But the Omega never took Daniel to the special bakery he always visited when he was in Barcelona.
"I'd love to, mon petit taureau."
Daniel really wishes he spoke French.
But the rookie is already whispering something in Max's ear that has the Omega nodding enthusiastically. In a matter of seconds, they're wrapped up in their own little world.
"Careful there." Someone pats his shoulder.
It's K-Mag. He looks far too sympathetic for Daniel's liking.
"With what?"
"With that." He nods towards where Max is showing the other Alpha something on his phone. "Leclerc's a ferocious driver. He won F2, he drives like a demon, and he's known Max since they were kids karting around in Ghent. Keep an eye on that Omega of yours." K-Mag adds. "I hear Ferrari's already eyeing Leclerc for 2019."
"They wouldn't." Daniel glances at Seb Vettel and Kimi Raikkonen, both dressed in red.
Vettel's sitting in Raikkonen's lap, head on the Finnish Alpha's shoulder, casually dozing away.
"Oh they would." The Danish driver responds with a conspiratoral wink. "Word has it Raikkonen's looking to retire soon and Leclerc's too good of a talent to waste in Sauber. He's going to be the Prancing Horse's next big thing—and he's not shy about taking what he wants." He adds pointedly.
From across the room, Charles Leclerc playfully gives a little kitten lick to Max's cheek, causing the Omega to burst into shy, happy giggles.
Who the fuck cares if Max has a mating bite on his neck? Charles vows that he's going to bite over that ugly looking scar and win Max's heart by the end of the year.
After all, Max had claimed Charles years ago, when they were still teenagers fighting to make it up the ranks.
It's only fair now that Charles returns the favor and claims Max right back.
