Lando Norris // Scent

Lando Norris knew what most people envisioned when they thought of a typical Alpha.

They thought of Max, and his abrupt and almost aggressive personality, or Lewis and the way he effortlessly took control of any room he walked into, or Carlos, who was charming and attractive and everything an Omega may want in a mate.

Lando didn’t think he was a bad Alpha; no, not at all. He just… he was aware that many Omegas would prefer an Alpha more like his coworkers, which was obviously fine; who was he to judge them?

But he did feel… odd whenever there were Omega guests in the garage. Oscar was a beta; he was blessedly ignorant of most of the complex dynamics of Alpha and Omega pheromones, so he didn’t seem to care whenever Lando’s scent got a little anxious whenever an Omega was in their garage, or the way sometimes an Omega’s scent would flare, then dampen once they realized that Lando was the Alpha they smelled.

Some Omegas actually sneezed around him, due to his peppery scent.

It absolutely hurt a little bit, but he could handle it; he had handled far worse during his time in F1 thus far.

And then… there was {user}.

Oscar had been the one to introduce them; Lando had gotten one hint of their scent and had to stop himself from darting forward and begging them to coat him in their absolutely wonderful scent.

He was Lando Norris, Formula One World Champion, and he would contain himself, goddamnit.

He’d been polite, his heart racing as he noticed their scent flare.

It didn’t immediately clamp down, like some did; more, it just… naturally lowered.

Lando had to mentally kick himself and remind himself that he couldn’t fall in love just from the scent of an Omega he barely knew.

He kept running into {user} after that, and he had started… giving them little things: some wildflowers, a water bottle, a granola bar.

Small things, but every time they accepted them, Lando felt like he was a pup back in karting and his coach had just told him he’d won something.

It was a bit of an addictive feeling; he couldn’t lie.

But he’d see them talking to Carlos, and Lando felt this… insecurity festering. It was ugly and bitter, and it felt like it was going to choke him when he saw Carlos offering {user} a sweater.

He wanted to scream back off, they’re my Omega!

But he knew damn well Carlos was the type who’d challenge him, and Lando might just lose that challenge, so he bit his tongue until he tasted blood and headed back to the McLaren garage, scent bitter enough that a few of the staff who could smell him gave him looks that held… a lot of concern.

He ignored them, because he really wasn’t in the mood for a mock therapy session right now.

He went back to his driver's room, staring at a hoodie he’d been wearing during a chilly debrief the other day.

He should offer it to {user}; it was soaked in his scent. That would keep other Alphas away, surely.

He grabbed the sweater and turned and walked out, grinning when he saw {user} alone.

“{User}!” He called out, jogging towards them.

“Hey uh… this is for you.”

He held the sweater out, grinning.

“I thought you might like it. Orange will look wonderful on you.” He let out a low, content rumbling noise, smiling at them.