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The Omega Regulation

Summary:

The FIA is never ready to handle Max Verstappen.

 

aka the FIA sucks.

Notes:

This is me feeding my Versainz delusion LMAO

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BREAKING

Max Verstappen Reportedly Exposed as an Omega

Last weekend, an anonymous account on X (formerly Twitter) shared a link to a website allegedly containing sensitive medical information belonging to various celebrities around the world. The leaked data included details such as secondary gender classification, mating status, and other private health records.

Among those named in the leak was none other than four-time World Champion Max Verstappen.

According to the documents, Verstappen has been living with a closely guarded secret, one that has now been thrust into the global spotlight.

The report claims that Max Verstappen is an omega.

The revelation has sent shockwaves through the motorsport world.

The FIA now faces an unprecedented situation, as no openly identified omega has ever competed at the highest level of the sport. Questions are already beginning to surface: could this lead to consequences for Verstappen’s career?

Will the FIA take action over the alleged nondisclosure of his secondary gender? Or will they be forced to confront a broader issue and adapt their regulations moving forward?

For now, the world watches and waits.


Max sat on the couch, his feline best friends curled around him like a fragile shield. His hands trembled, phone clutched too tightly between his fingers.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

No one was meant to find out. No one except him and his alpha.

A sudden knock snapped through the silence. It was sharp and urgent.

“Baby, please open the door.”

Max’s breath hitched. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. The world felt distant, like he was watching it from somewhere far away.

”Max, please. It’s me, open please.”

The desperation in his voice cut deep, but Max remained frozen, staring at nothing.

“Max, come on. Please.”

Something in him finally gave.

His legs felt heavy, unsteady, but he forced himself up. Step by step, he made his way to the door, each movement slow, like pushing through water. His hand hovered over the handle for a second before he finally turned it.

The door opened.

On the other side stood Carlos, worry etched across every line of his face.

”Hey,” he said softly.

Max blinked once before he was pulled into an embrace.

”I’m here, you’re not alone.”